The Bear!

This scene was insane fun to write!


Alexander ducked into a room with Raven close behind him.  Then, he slammed the door shut.  He had just enough time to get out of the way before Raven shoved a table up against the door.  “Oh, my God,” he breathed, as a crash reverberated outside the door.  He looked at Raven and shook his head.  “It just doesn’t quit!”

Raven gave a nervous laugh and then screamed when the door shook with the force of the thing outside attacking.  “Go away,” she screamed.

Giving a weak chuckle, Alexander said, “Go away?  Is that all you’ve got?”  The beast outside let out a vicious roar and he looked around for some kind of weapon.  “Never mind,” he added, as she began piling more furnishings against the door.

“Al?  Raven?” a voice said.  It took Alexander a moment to realize that the call was coming from his wrist-comm.

Tensing, he hit the button.  As before, it chirped twice and then fell silent.  “Are you kidding me?” he rasped.  He tugged the wrist-comm free and slapped it on the table.  Then, he hit the button again.  “Kit,” he cried when the wrist-comm made the single chirp that indicated it had opened a comm-line between them.

“Al?” Kit said, sounding surprised.  “Where are you and Raven?  What’s your status?  Why haven’t you answered?”

“The stupid wrist-comm clearly wanted a bear to eat us,” Alexander said, when the door shook under another attack from the beast outside.  He glanced around and then heaved a sigh.  “We’ve locked ourselves in a room – the record’s room, by the looks of it.  There’s a vicious bear outside – in the corridor, that is.”

“Are either of you hurt?” Calleigh asked.  She sounded a bit out of breath.  Obviously, they were running to get to the town hall.

“We’re fine,” Raven said, shaking her head.  She gave a weak laugh when the door cracked under the constant onslaught from the bear.  An enormous paw reached through the crack and flailed around for a moment as the bear tried to reach them.  As the paw withdrew, Raven said, “Go away!”

“We’ll be there in a few,” Kit said, his tone strained.

Alexander heaved a sigh of relief.  “Our weapons don’t seem to work on it,” he warned them.  “I don’t know what the bears on Anchorage have been eating, but they shake off our lightning guns like they’re nothing more than a bee sting.”

“Hurry,” Raven said, as the bear reached in and grabbed the door, trying to break the opening wider.  She grabbed a ruler off the wall where it was hanging and struck the beast in the paw.  It roared and pulled away.  When its face appeared in the opening, Raven poked it in the eye.  That time, it pulled away with a cry of pain.

“He’s huge,” Matthew cried from outside the room.  This was followed by the sound of several shots from their lightning guns.

Alexander rolled his eyes.  “Yeah, those don’t work so well,” he called.  He looked at Raven and shook his head.  “I’m fairly sure that I mentioned that.”

“You did,” she grimaced. Shouting through the opened, she said, “Don’t die on us, guys!  Once it finishes with you, it’ll come after us again.”

“Actually, this might be our chance to escape,” Alexander said, shrugging.  “When there’s a bear chasing you, you don’t have to outrun the bear, after all.”

“Right, just the people with you,” she finished smirking.

The Pack in the Snow

A little scene inspired by an image prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth.


Peter-MatthewMatthew had never really cared for the winter.  Some people loved the cold weather.  He knew that Samuel was always just glad that his allergies would take a break for a while.  For him, the change in the weather simply meant three months of being cold and miserable.

So it was, his first winter as a werewolf that he was shocked.  Even as he followed the other members of the small pack through the trees, he was warm.  He was shocked.  He was confused.  However, he was also really pleased.  Everything smelled fresh and clean.  He actually liked the feel of the snow under his paws.

He caught the scent of some small furry creature and nosed at it.  A moment later, Peter was sniffing the snow for it as well.  Samuel’s bark drew the beta’s attention away from the prospect of prey, but Matthew was determined to at least figure out what they’d found.

A moment later, Samuel had loped up beside him and nuzzled his side.  “It’s just a rodent,” Samuel told him, his ears pinning.  “It wouldn’t be more than a bite, love.”

Matthew looked up from the snow and then his tongue lolled out in a wolfish laugh.  “Sharpclaw’s got snow on his nose,” he said.  He bounced towards the beta and tilted his head.  “Did you know?”

Peter snuffled and shook his head, knocking the snow free.  “Pay attention, Sweet,” he said, before heading off through the woods once again.

Samuel nuzzled against his side one last time, before they set off once again.  They had quite a distance to go before it got fully light and they retook their human forms.

A Price to Pay

This little scene was inspired by a word prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth (ransom) and an idea I had for a story…


Samuel frowned at the iron bars that separated him from Matthew.  Tobias was curled up on his cot, sleeping.  In the cell with Matthew, Bartholomew was pacing.  “This is… totally not right,” he was saying as he strode towards one wall.  Reaching it, he turned and strode back the other way.  “It’s just wrong!  We’ve not done anyone any harm.”

“Try not to let it get to you, Silentstep,” Samuel said, his voice soft.  “They’ll let us go… eventually.”

“When?” Matthew said, arching his brows.  He shook his head.  “They’ve gotten all our information – names, ages, how we became werewolves…”  He held up his hands in a gesture of confusion.  “What more could they want from us?”

“Money,” Peter said from across the corridor.

Samuel sent him a wry smile.  Peter was the cynical sort, but he was also probably right to some degree.  The promise of money would probably expedite their release.  He looked over at Matthew and shook his head.  “The point of this enforced registration was to make certain they had all the troublemakers in custody.  Once they’ve satisfied themselves that none of us has hurt anyone, they’ll let us go.”

“Money would probably speed things up, though,” Peter said, crossing his arms over his chest.  He met Samuel’s eyes and smirked.  “Am I wrong, Alpha?”

“Probably not,” Samuel said.  Then, he raised his hands in defeat.  “Our pack lives in a cave, though.  We haven’t money to pay a ransom of any kind, let alone enough to secure the release of the entire pack.”

The Return

The final Hint Fiction piece for 2014 – this is a continuation of my story with Samuel, from Matthew’s viewpoint.


Matthew came back to himself with a soft moan. His body ached from the attacks he’d suffered at the hands of his captors. That wasn’t the worst of it, however. He only realized the worst when he sat up and took stock of his surroundings. He knew immediately where he was. He’d been there before after all. He’d lost track of the number of times he’d been tortured this way.

It was pitch black and he could hardly move. He shifted one way and then the other, but the confines of the space were such that he couldn’t do more than shift his body a bit. He could hear voices from above him, but he couldn’t make out the what they were saying. He went still and then raised his hands to pound on the surface above his face. “No, please,” he said, his voice cracking. “Not this – not again. Let me out!”

His plea was met with laughter from outside and somewhere above him. A moment later, he heard the rumble of soil falling against the surface he was pressing his hands against. He felt the vibrations as they buried him deep… again.

Fighting the rising panic, Matthew took a steadying breath. He squeezed his eyes closed and felt hot moisture trickle down his cheeks. “Let me out,” he cried, over the sound of the dirt falling on the casket. “Please! I’ll do anything!”

The sounds stopped and there was a scraping sound – a shovel against the wood of the casket. Then there were two terrible thumps and a crash as the shovel broke through the wood. Matthew coughed as soil fell onto his face. As he blinked away fresh tears – from getting dirt in his eyes, this time – the face of one of his captors came into view.

“Thaddeus,” he breathed. The man he and Samuel had once called their friend – the same man who had betrayed Samuel’s parents – knew his worst fear. “Please, let me out of here.”

A sunny smile touched the man’s smooth even features. When they’d been in school, those boyish features had made the girls go crazy for him. No one every imagined how ugly he was in his heart. “Matthew,” he said, as he reached down the brush some dirt from his face. “You’ll do… anything? Really? Will you?”


Dreams and Visions

This little scene was inspired by a photo prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth.


Tobias straightened when they entered the cave.  He made a shushing motion and then set a hand on Samuel’s dark hair.  “He’s asleep,” he told them, his voice hardly more than a whisper.

Bartholomew shook his head.  “How can he sleep in the nighttime?” he said, glancing over at Esther, he heaved a sigh.  “Is he ill?”

“Only heartsick,” Tobias said, smoothing his fingers through the dark locks.  He frowned over at Joshua.  “He’s grieving, Alpha.  We aren’t the only pack he’s had.”

Joshua scowled, but he nodded.  Of course, Samuel would have formed a pack of sorts among the humans that had pretended to accept him for his who he was.  “Come and eat Ghosthowl,” he said, his voice soft.  “Let the pup sleep for now.  He must need it.”

Esther took Tobias’s place.  She hummed softly to the younger wolf and smoothed his hair as he slept.  He slept the rest of the night and woke near morning, as most of the pack was bedding down.


Where there’s friendship, but no friends

Keenan looked around at the directors. They all seemed friendly enough, with the exception of Haruko. The problem – if you could call it that – was that he couldn’t see them as anything other than his superiors. They weren’t his superiors anymore, but they had been for so long.

He sighed and shook the thoughts away. He missed working with Bertram. Things had been so much easier when he’d first become an agent. Now, he was the High Commander. Everyone looked to him to lead them.

“Shall we begin?” Keenan said, glancing around at the assembled group. There were scattered nods and Keenan opened his folder. There was work to be done. He could worry about making friends another time.

It’s Finally Friday

Matthew watched the group of agents critically. He knew they were agents because he recognized them from work. However, they were hardly acting like professionals. Not only were they loud and drunk, they were rowdy.

Two of them were dancing on the tabletops, much to the delight of their companions. The bartender looked less pleased. Matthew beckoned him over.

“Have you considered cutting them off?” he asked.

Chris laughed. “I did that already. Might be a case of too little, too late,” he said. He looked over at the group and shook his head. “It’s like this every week with them. I figure, so long as they aren’t destructive… it’s better than what they could be doing.”

For a moment, Matthew wondered what he could mean. Then, he remembered some of the rowdy times he’d had with his brother. He chuckled softly and nodded. “I see what you mean,” he said.

“If they’re bothering you, I could ask them to quiet down,” Chris said. Matthew shook his head and waved him away. Maybe they needed to blow off some steam. If that was the case, he wasn’t going to spoil their fun.

Wasting Time

Matthew frowned at the image on the screen. His eyes darted over it, searching for the objects listed at the bottom. He began clicking, sliding the little pointer around the screen. Soon, he’d found all twelve of the hidden objects. He glanced at the clock and shrugged. He clicked on the button to have another round.

“What are you doing?” Haruko asked, glaring at him.

A frown touched Matthew’s lips and he looked up from the screen. “I finished my work,” he said, shrugging. “Emrys won’t be here for another twenty minutes. I’m killing time.”

Haruko shook his head and left the other director to his game. Some people had better things to do with their time.

for tomorrow we say farewell

“We’re leaving tomorrow,” Matthew whispered. His gaze flicked to Emrys. “You sure about this?”

Emrys hugged him gently and nodded. “I’m sure,” he said. “If you’re happy, then I’m happy and… this will make you happy. We both know that.”

Matthew didn’t nod, although he wanted to. Instead, he snuggled closer to Emrys. “We should get to sleep,” he said. “We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, we say goodbye to this place forever,” Emrys murmured.

Matthew glanced at him and blinked. Emrys… was smiling. Sighing softly, Matthew nuzzled against him. Perhaps they would be all right after all.

that stupid four-eyes

Keenan stifled laughter as he listened to Haruko grumble and gripe in the next room. He’d known when he created Matthew Sherwood as the new Field Director for the Agency that sparks would fly between the two men.

Earnest was a sweet guy, which meant that Haruko had walked all over him. Having Matthew as the buffer between them now was just what Keenan needed to keep the man in check.

Bertram’s brows twitched when Haruko’s complaints got loud enough that he heard them as well. He adjusted his glasses and looked at Keenan. “Does he have a problem with glasses?” he asked, bristling.

“Only on Matthew,” Keenan said. He chuckled and held up a finger. “Wait for it!”

“Director Haruko,” a soft, pleasant voice said from the other room. “I’ll thank you not to call me stupid when you think I can’t hear you.”

As Haruko growled, Keenan burst out laughing. “It’s past time Haruko had to deal with someone that would put him in his place,” he said, giving Bertram a malicious grin.

“While I agree,” Bertram said, hiding a smirk, “the cackle of glee was probably an uncalled for and inappropriate response.”

“As if I care,” Keenan replied, shaking his head.

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