Trick or Treat Pt 2: Give Me Something Good To Eat

The two heroines didn't have to wait as the group of, what until recently had been teenage looking girls, now large hairy werewolves, attacked them en masse. The four large muscled creatures no longer resembled the girls in the slightest, as their clawed hands and jawed teeth sought out the two heroines. They had positioned themselves above Zach and Vicky, so they could try to control the flow of battle, and try to keep the menacing beasts away from the two youngsters, but it was all they could do to keep the creatures from literally dog piling their way to the children.

The attack paused for a moment, the beasts circling the four as Vicky curled into a ball on the ground hugging her legs sobbing. Zach wasn't much better, but he remained on his feet, grabbing hold of American Mom's leg and shivering in panic.

Carol and Terry tried to soothe the children, “It's going to be okay kids. After all, look who you're with.” Lady Quantum tried to say with as much confidence in her voice as she could muster.

American Mom, Carol, was right there with the reply, “Yeah, these fur coats don't stand a chance against us.”

Unfortunately it was at that moment that Murphy's Law decided to rear it's ugly head, and things went from bad, to worse.

The circling werewolves had been gauging their movements, their defenses if you will, to try and figure out the best way to strike. They all pounced at once, two going for American Mom, and two for Lady Quantum, angling themselves for sweeping claws and vicious bites. American Mom batted the first to the side, letting it's momentum carry it past, as she grabbed the second by it's haphazard leftover clothing and reared back for a haymaker punch. Behind her Lady Quantum was doing something similar, batting the first to the side, and landing a blow to the second werewolf's face with a bone shattering WHAM!

That's when things went sideways...

The two werewolves that had been parried flipped past each other and instead of going back after their original targets, immediately jumped for their opposite. The result was a werewolf that was jumping in on Lady Quantum's blind spot, which she had time to register, but not enough time to turn and defend against it, with the children underneath her. Quantum wasn't overly concerned. Nothing short of high powered energy blasts could even blemish her skin and these beasts only had teeth and claws. What could they possibly do?

Only...when the monster chomped down on her shoulder, there was hardly any of her preternatural resistance to being damaged to be had as the teeth sank into her shoulder.

Lady Quantum gasped in pain, actual PAIN, something she hadn't felt in so long that the sudden influx of the sensation almost dropped her into unconsciousness. She managed to stay awake and in the air, but the beast held on doggedly, shaking it's head wildly, trying to tear at the muscle and bone.

American Mom, with her enhanced senses, heard the gasp, and knew something was wrong. She turned to see the blood rushing from the beasts mouth and down Quantum's shoulder and couldn't believe her eyes. “Terry!!” the name shouted from her mouth before she even thought about it, as she spun to the side throwing the werewolf in her grasp into the oncoming pouncer. The two fell in a heap on the ground as she turned to look at the wounded Quantum.

To be continued...

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Trick or Treating in can be a dangerous place, even for the heroes and heroines that live there.

This is the second part of a series that my dear friend   and I put together, to have a bit of fun with the Halloween Holiday.

Lady Quantum, Dr. Terressa (Terry) R. Martin, and Little Vicky are (c)  . Carol Marshall, a.k.a American Mom and Zach Brannigan belong to me.

Art on this one is by as is the story for the most part except for a few tweaks.