At Lori’s cry of horror Tommy, with his werewolf’s powers, moved just in time for the silver bullet to miss him

At Lori’s cry of horror Tommy, with his werewolf’s powers, moved just in time for the silver bullet to miss him. Frank cursed loudly and kicked the football player in the guts. Lori stood immediately up, clutching her right arm, painfully. Merton was at her side immediately and the blond haired girl looked at him, confusion written all over her face.

“I don’t care that you wanted Tommy for yourself…” Merton said, answering Lori’s silent question. “Not now, anyway…”.

Lori opened her mouth to speak but Frank’s painful cry made both her and Merton to turn around to face the battle between the werewolf and the hunter again.

Tommy had miraculously taken the weapon from Frank’s hands and had thrown it out the window. Frank looked helplessly at the broken glass for a moment before looking back at Tommy with a stare full of hatred.

“Okay, then…” the man whispered, “I’ll kill you with my own two hands…”.

Tommy punched him in the face but Frank defended himself perfectly. The man kneeled down and took a piece of broken wood and started to wave it threateningly above his head, blocking the werewolf’s punches. Tommy didn’t give up his attacks, though, and tried with all his might to take Frank by surprise and knock him down once and for all.

Merton stared helplessly at Tommy. He wanted to do something. But what could he do? What?

Lori cried in agony and stared at the blood on her arm. Merton turned abruptly to her and took her by the shoulders before she could collapse. It was in that moment that something seemed awfully wrong…

“Lori…?”

Lori turned her eyes to him but Merton wasn’t looking at her. The blond girl followed his terrified glance and saw what the Goth was staring at. Her eyes widened. Flames were slowly burning down the door that led to the kitchen, the place Lori had been till some moments ago, and it was spreading all around them. Silent, intense flames devoured the wood, slowly trapping the four of them in a circle of fire.

“Tommy!” Merton suddenly shouted. The werewolf looked at him for a single moment and saw the fire. Frank seemed to notice it too and both of them thought that the next one would be the final attack.

“Go away!” Tommy ordered, “Out! Out!”

Merton nodded once and he and Lori quickly moved to the back door, the last exit. Frank followed them with his gaze and then smirked.

“So, are they your weakness?” he said taking Tommy totally by surprise. Frank grinned at the werewolf and unexpectedly threw the piece of wood away, aiming either at Lori or at Merton.

Tommy stared shocked as the wood hit Merton violently on the head. Blood stained Merton’s pale neck and the Goth fell loudly down on the floor. Lori kneeled down beside her friend; she shouted his name and tried to shake him uselessly awake.

Tommy couldn’t hear what she was saying.

He could only hear Frank’s laughter.

Tommy couldn’t see anything but Merton.

Merton’s blood.

His blood.

“I think I love you…” Tommy said blushing deeply. Merton looked at him, shocked. “I think I… I care about you more than a friend…”

Merton looked down at his hands and Tommy for a moment thought that their friendship was ruined, forever.

“I don’t want to lose you… so if this… if this is a problem to you…” Tommy’s heart beat so rapidly he thought he was going to die there. “…if it is… let’s… let’s forget I ever…”

“Don’t!” Merton suddenly shouted and looked at Tommy as if he had gone crazy. “Don’t even say things like that…”

“I love you…” Tommy said again, embarrassed.

“Took you time to realize your feeling, huh?” Merton’s said and Tommy turned abruptly to him, taken aback. At Tommy’s surprised face Merton started to laugh.

And all Tommy could think about was that Merton was really beautiful when he smiled.

He wished to see him smile forever.

“You should see the look on your face!” Frank said, shaking Tommy’s out of his thoughts. Tommy looked at him for a moment. He felt dizzy. He felt sick.

Why had he forgotten that?

How could he?

Merton’s sad face when Tommy had shouted that he wasn’t gay returned to his mind.

‘I hurt him…’.

Tommy felt disgusted with himself.

“I should go home now…” Merton said. Tommy saw he was shaking.

“Stay…”

“What?”

“Stay…”

How could he forget their first kiss? The first time they made love to each other?

How could he forget Merton?

He vaguely registered Lori shouting his name as his hands started to move on their own free will. Frank laughed.

His body moved on it’s own.

He attacked Frank and punched him violently in the stomach, making him fly to the other side of the room. Frank landed on the wooden wall and hit his head badly.

“Tommy!” Lori shouted. The werewolf didn’t look at her, just ran to Frank and kicked him again, hard. “Tommy! Stop!”

The wooden house slowly started to collapse. They needed to get out of there. Soon!

One of the main pillars started to sway. A piece of ceiling fall down, blocking Lori’s view for the time being. She looked down at the unconscious Merton and then back at Tommy.

“I need to get out of here!” she said and with her right hand took Merton’s by the collar of his shirt and started to drag him out. “Damn! You are so heavy!” she shouted. “TOMMY!”

Tommy looked down at Frank’s half-conscious body and he distantly heard Lori shouting out for him. He looked at her and his eyes traveled down to Merton.

“Damnit!” he cursed and ran to his friend’s side. Frank tried to move.

“Where are you going, you shitty werewolf!” he shouted, “I’m not…!” but he never had time to finish his phrase that his house betrayed him and collapse on top of him.

Tommy took Merton’s in his arms and grabbed Lori’s right arm.

“Let’s go!” the blond girl shouted and the trio ran out of the collapsing house.