Event Private Finished Two Big Bad Wolves and a Girl

Raphael fully understood why dogs liked hanging their heads out of car windows, and it was the same reason Raphael loved riding around on his motorcycle. It was the scents. Smelling things felt good to his dog-nose, and the more wind that blew past his nose, the more scents his nose got to pick up. Sometimes, he liked to take extra detours on the way home, to relax after a rough day at work.

He smelled it before he heard it. The sound of metal being torn asunder, the growling - it had to be one of the creatures from the other side. Even if he was off-duty, he thought, he would want to call it in.

Calling it in wouldn't be enough. It was big - easily bigger than a car. It had forearm-sized fangs, curved and vicious, and spikes running along its back and its limbs. It looked slightly more like a giant dog than a giant cat, and it was trying to kill a woman. Its tail had a big, bony growth at the end, like a flail, and when it wasn't trying to claw at her it was trying to smash her.

He knew he couldn't fight this thing and expect to live, but he needed to do something, fast. A plan - not a very good one, but the best he could come up with - formed in his mind. "HEY!" he shouted. He rode towards the creature and its intended victim, wheels squealing as he came to a stop. He pulled his handgun out of his holster and fired twice into its chest. Hurt, it

"Get on!" he would shout at the girl.

He knew he didn't look trustworthy - he looked like some kind of biker gang member of a werewolf right now, with his dark leather jacket with "MISFITS PACK" patches on the back, and the angry-looking wolves on his helmet. Would she really trust some strange werewolf dude with her life?

Raphael wasn't used to riding with a passenger. If she fell off while he tried to speed away, this would all be for naught. "Hold on tight!"

Once he had decided on the best way to leave the parking lot, and once she was holding on, they started moving. Rubber squealed on asphalt. They weaved through several cars and hopped over the curb. They banked hard to the right, and shot off.

They were heading out of the city - less traffic that way. He sped through a red light. The creature followed. If any of his colleagues noticed him breaking this many traffic laws, he hoped they would be understanding.

They were pushing 100 kilometers per hour. Raphael was using both sides of the road so he could take wide turns without losing too much speed. There were a few turns they would need to take before Rafa could feel comfortable going faster.

The woman he was saving asked for his gun - and normally, he wouldn't want anyone holding that gun except him. Was it really gaining on them? He took a second to look over his shoulder, realizing his fears. "Dog GONE IT!" He screamed as they banked for another turn. Once they were fully upright again, he fumbled with his holster. "Fine! Get that son of a bitch off our tail!" He handed it back to her, desperately hoping that he wouldn't regret this, and that he would live long enough to regret it if it became a problem.

Rafael's 9mm would only slow it down.

"I'm saving your life and you're hounding me about my puns!" He laughed. He didn't feel as much pressure when he noticed the thing falling over in his side mirror. He took the next turn a little slower, staying in his lane, still well over the speed limit but not as much.

Until she started swearing again. It was still coming after them. "I don't have bigger guns," he told her. "But I can do this!" They had a long, straight shot, so he could go a lot faster. He leaned forward and accelerated. At one point he had to swerve around someone's pickup truck, honking as he left them in his dust. He couldn't stop and tell them what was coming, he just had to move.

Both the monster and the pickup truck disappeared over the hill. They kept speeding. "If it doesn't keep following us, I can circle back around into town a different way and drop you off somewhere! So let me know where you want to go!"

"If it was like a proper wild animal it wouldn't still be following us."

He went through a list of options. If he tried to lead it back to the police department, that would mean needing to slow down. It wouldn't go well. He could ask the police to meet them somewhere - but they were already stretched thin with these monsters showing up everywhere. He was just working with them, he should know better at this point. But he also lived with a group of people who had practice taking down giant beasts together.

"My best idea is leading it into Misfits territory. With enough other werewolves we should be able to take it out. Assuming it even follow us that far. We'll need to make a call so they know where to meet us."