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Wounds (1/3)

Part 1 of Bites and Blood! i hope you all enjoy!

(warnings can be found here, along with the other parts)

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Part 1: Wounds

Camping trips were supposed to be fun. Hikes in the woods were supposed to be fun. How could this time be any different?

The woods became a sort of retreat for you after you moved into the manor. As per Mark’s request after a near death experience with an ex partner who practically got off scot free, you had moved there for safety. You were thankful for Mark, he was like the older brother you never had.

Sure, it was a bit of a drive, but reaching the spot was amazing. You set up your tent a few feet away from the woods in an overgrown but open field, an amazing view of a small lake from some cliffs was just a 20 minute hike away, what more could you ask for? A 3 day retreat by yourself, what could go wrong?

On the day of arrival, you did the usual, set up the tent and area for a campfire, set up your food somewhere any wandering animals couldn't get it, start a fire, and get comfortable.

The fire crackled in the night, light smoke and embers floating into the dark night sky. A makeshift cooking grate held some food you were cooking over the fire, you sitting nearby on your phone.

“I’m not even sure how your phone works all the way out there. Are you sure you’re ok out there by yourself?” Mark asked, looking slightly concerned. “There's a cell tower a few miles away. And yes, I'm sure I'm fine. I've gone camping by myself tons of times, I’ll be fine. Plus,” you said, pulling the revolver Wilford had given you out of its holster. “I got this.” you reassured, giving him a small smile. “Are you absolutely sure-”

Mark was cut off from a crash sounding in the background, followed by shouts. His face went from concerned to annoyed as he looked over. “Oh, Goddamnit, not again- Listen, just call if you need anything alright?” He said, you chuckling at the chaos you thankfully didn't have to hear in person. You nodded, bidding him farewell for the night.

Your first night went smoothly, Getting almost a full 8 hours. The next morning, you packed up a travel bag with a few snacks and some water, along with your camera and phone. The 20 minute hike was definitely worth it, large smooth rocks jutting outwards leaving a breathtaking view of the sides of large hills that were just short of being called mountains. Down below was the lake, light reflecting off of it in ripples. You sat down close to the edge, not close enough that your legs would hang off, but close enough that you could see over.

Taking out your water bottle and camera, you took a sip of the now lukewarm water before setting it back down. Turning on your camera, you lined up a few shots of the hills, the clouds behind them a dull gray color. ‘Hope it doesn't rain,’ you thought to yourself. Looking down over the edge, You watched as some deer wandered along the lake's edge, one of them stopping to take a drink from the water. As you aimed your camera down at them and zoomed in, each of the deer raised their heads as a noise came from the woods behind them.

A loud howl caused a few birds to fly away from their spots in the trees. A moment later, the deer ran off, hoping to save themselves from a gruesome death via the claws and teeth of a wolf. Breathing out and furrowing your eyebrows in frustration, you lowered the camera in defeat.

As time passed, you photographed the area around you, the way the trees blew with the wind, the way the water of the lake below rippled, and the way the clouds sat in the sky as they moved in, their dull gray darker as light thunder rumbled. ‘Shit.’ you thought. ‘I might have to cut this trip short.’

You began your trek back to your campsite, checking the weather on your phone, only to see that the next few days would be rainy. You didn't recall seeing it when you first checked.

As you reached the Campsite next to your vehicle, you began packing up your things, deciding to head home early. “Stupid weather.” you mumbled to yourself as you packed up your tent, a light drizzle beginning to fall. Right before you picked up your tent bag, a low growl was heard from the neighboring woods.

Standing from your crouched position slowly, your hand reached for the revolver. Lighting struck in time with thunder, allowing you to see what was stalking you.

A large wolf, teeth bared with its muzzle and claws covered in a fresh coat of blood.

It was bigger than any wolf you had seen, possibly twice the average size of one. You kept your feet planted, attempting to reach for your tent bag slowly so you could take it and leave. Whatever kind of wolf it was wasn't having that, growling at any movement you made. You cursed at yourself for leaving your bag with your devices in the car, along with your jacket as the rain poured down harder. As you stared down at the animal, you realized something.

It wasn't going to let you leave without a fight.

Right before you could raise the revolver, it launched itself at you, knocking you down by your shoulders. You landed with a grunt, tightening your grip on the gun. As you raised it, it growled, latching its teeth around your shoulder and under your pit. You let out a strangled yell as you did your best to aim at the wolf, letting off three shots at its head.

It seemed to falter a bit, releasing you from its teeth as it shook its head. You flipped yourself over onto your stomach, scrambling to get away. As you stood, the wolf, in an attempt to get its fleeing prey, slashed its claws across your side. Standing shakily and standing, you aimed your gun down at its head, letting off the last three rounds on unsteady feet. It stumbled for a moment before collapsing, blood pouring from its head. Panting, you slid the revolver back into place, picking up the tent bag before tossing it in your vehicle as you sat down, breathing.

After a moment, pain began to consume your side, the adrenaline wearing off. Blood seeped through your now torn shirt. Grunting, you grabbed your sweatshirt that sat in the passenger seat,having to tug it out from under your things, tying it so the main shirt covered the scratches, the sleeves resting on the other side. Your shoulder on the same side hurt like hell when you moved your arm, so you opted to use it to apply pressure to the wound. Turning at an awkward angle, you picked up your phone, trying to call someone, anyone that would pick up.

As it rang for a few moments, you slid it onto your dash as you started the engine. You needed to get back to the manor now. You needed to see Dr.Iplier as you as you could. You stared at the dirt road as it changed to pavement, seeing your hand that gripped the steering wheel. You couldn't tell if the blood was yours or the wolves.

“(Y/n)?-”

“Mark, hey man uh-” you said, a strangled grunt leaving you as blood soaked your sweatshirt and hand. “I’m uh- I’m coming back early,” you said, seething through your teeth. ‘Just a little longer,’ you told yourself. “What? What happened, you sound like you’re in pain- wait are you driving right now?”

“Yes I am- just- make sure Doc is ready for me when I get there ok? There's, god, there's a lot of blood-” you chuckled breathlessly. You could hear frantic footsteps and Mark’s shouting, things beginning to go fuzzy as you shook your head. You needed to stay awake. You had to stay awake.

You found the manor, doing your best to neatly park out front, the rain hitting the windshield mixed with your beginning to cloud vision wasn’t helping. You stopped the engine as you parked, not even bothering to take the keys out as you opened the door, stumbling as your feet hit the ground. Dr.Iplier was at your side immediately, helping you into the manor and to his office- that was really more of a walk-in emergency room mixed with a clinic than anything- shouting at the other egos to either get out of the way or go out and get your things inside.

As you were being laid down, your vision went fuzzy, black spots clouding your vision as you passed out

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You didn't know how long it had been. Maybe it had been hours, maybe it had been days, you had no way of telling. As you did wake up, you could hear soft typing occasionally followed by scribbling. Blinking away the sleep as your eyes adjusted to the light, you looked over. Dr.Iplier typed away, writing down something on a clipboard. He glanced over at you, doing a double-take as you opened your eyes, standing up to come to your side and help you sit up slightly.

“Didn't think you’d be awake this early, you were out for a few hours. How’re you feeling?” he asked, clipboard and pen in hand. “A lot better than I think I should,” you responded, going to rub your head but wincing at the pain in your shoulder. “How long was I out for? I lost a lot of blood.”

“About 19 hours, The guys were worried, even Dark,” he said, writing a few things down. “I’m going to keep you here for another hour or so, if that's alright?” he asked. “I just want to make sure everything looks good before I send you off.” you nodded, him asking a few more questions.

As time passed, Some of the egos popped in to check in on you. Right as you were about to leave, fresh bandages over your torso and shoulder and instructions to take it easy for a bit, the door opened again, Dark standing in the doorway.

When you first met him, you were intimidated by him. But as you got to know him, you learned he was actually a big softie who loved sarcasm and had a temper. You gave him a weak smile as you stood, Dr.Iplier making sure you didn't fall over as you walked to the door. You thanked the doctor for his help, beginning the walk back to your room, Dark following beside you in a silent escort.

And then came the hardest part of all of this. Stairs. Right as you held the railing in an iron grip, you felt a gentle hand carefully your hip and other hand. Looking over, Dark gave a small nod, silently telling you he would help you up the stairs. Walking on flat ground was ok, stairs were a different story. You would have to stop every few steps to catch your breath and try not to focus on the sharp pains you felt on your side.

Dark was patient with you, letting you go in your own time. Stopping with you each time you needed a break. Once you reached the floor, Dark let go of your hand and hip, letting the hand that was on your hip hover there as he walked you down the hall to your room.

“Thanks for the escort, Dark,” you said, giving him a tired smile. You may have just slept for 19 hours, but you were exhausted. “It’s nothing,” he responded, his usual booming voice was quieter. “If you need anything, you know where I am.” and with that, he walked off, probably back to his office to do… whatever it was he did in his office. You weren't really sure what it was.

Carefully, you sat down on your bed. Looking over, you saw your phone had been plugged in and cleaned off of any blood that may have gotten on it. Your bags sat on the ground next to your bed, your holster with the revolver sitting on top. The gun hadn't been cleaned, the wooden handle that had been engraved with a little mustache was caked with now dried blood.

You sighed, reminding yourself to clean it when you woke up- hopefully tomorrow you wouldn't be so tired. Laying down carefully, you shifted for a few moments to get comfortable, falling asleep.

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A few days later, you were somehow back in better shape than you were before the attack. Dr.Iplier saw you walking back up to your room from the kitchen, plate in hand. “Hey, (Y/n), could you come here for a few minutes?” he asked, you nodding and following him into his office. Setting down the plate on one of the counters, you sat down on the table you were bleeding out on not too long ago, its surface now clean.

“I just wanted to know if i could take a look at the scars, possibly get a few images of them to put on record, if that's alright?” he asked, holding up a clipboard as you nodded, rolling up your shirt just enough so he could see the claw marks that left scars down your side. “The bite marks barely left any scars. They don't hurt and it's not very noticeable,” You said, him nodding while writing a few things down, taking out his phone.

“Are you alright with me taking a few pictures of them? Just so I have something to reference back to if any injuries happen over them.” he said, you nodding and sitting up straight as he took one from your side, clicking off his phone and sliding it back in his pocket.

“How have you been feeling?” he asked as you rolled your shirt back down. “Fine as of recently, no discomfort when I walk either.” you responded, his face morphing into one of confusion. “Really? None at all?”

“Nope. I feel fine,” you said, him scribbling something down. “Alright then, I'll let you get back to whatever it was you were doing before,” he said as you stood, grabbing your plate and happily walking off. He scribbled a few things down on his clipboard, underlining a specific sentence.

‘Talk to Dr.Schneeplestein’

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Night had fallen on the manor, Some of the egos already having gone off to bed while others lounged on the couches or recliners. You stood, stretching before a wave of weakness flowed through you suddenly, causing you to stumble slightly, but keeping yourself from falling.

“Woah, you alright there, (Y/n)?” Illinois asked, as you steadied yourself, shaking off your uneasiness. “Yeah, I'm fine, just a little dizzy is all. Probably just tired is all.” you said, making your way to the staircase. “Was headed to bed anyhow. See you guys in the morning!” Leaving the ego downstairs.

Less than an hour later, loud thudding could be heard from upstairs, the three remaining egos- being Wilford, Illinois, and Bing- looked up. “The hell was that?” Bing asked, Wilford standing up. “Probably Dark getting upset again, I'll go check in,” he said, vanishing in a moment's notice. A few minutes later, he reappeared, looking slightly distressed, which was strange for him.

“Everything alright?” Illinois asked as Wilford looked over at him. “They’re gone.”

“Who’s gone? Dark? I thought he was in his office-”

“No it’s- it’s (Y/n). They're just… gone.”

The three rushed back upstairs, finding your door ajar, claw marks on said door along with the walls, your bed disheveled and your window open. As they all looked on, they had one collective thought between them.

‘Shit.’

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that's part 1! i hope you all enjoyed!!

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