Trembling Message
There were no cameras in most parts of Royalty Pack, likewise in Boozy Barracks, because Werewolves prefered sticking strictly to their traditions and rigidly welcome or used advanced cultures such as cameras, elevators and the rest — unlike Vampires, unlike humans — a reason why the deaths of the two Blue Forces took time before spreading amongst the Pack Forces like a hungry fire.
The Royal Forces, the Defence Forces and of course the Blue Forces were infuriated by the sad news. Tension rose everywhere. Houses, shops, schools... nothing was left unchecked. No single Force personnel wasn't contributing, all eager to capture those two suspects: Armless and Max: Currently in Monday Market, disguised and searching for the two suspects as well, "because they were also Blue Forces", as they saw:
The only beast they feared to see:
The cheerful man with a bald head:
The vengeful man with an artificial vocal cords:
Robert Milo, noticing the way Max froze unshaking in seeing his arrival felt something was off with him. He also stood unshaking and was observing his moves closely, people in the market passing in between the two of them from a distance until he looked right to only set his eyes on a Hunch Werewolf.
To avoid being caught, Armless was in the Hunch form in order to grow her arms. Seeing any female Werewolf without arms was a give away to the Pack Forces of who she was, therefore the Hunch form was her only smart avenue of hiding her disability. She didn't shift deeply but still, anyone could tell her form.
'damn it!'
'DAmn IT!'
'DAMN IT!'
"We need to run," Robert's sensitive ears heard Max telling Armless, "YOU! Shitting stop right there!" Robert shouted as he paced through the crowd towards the two.
"RUN! RUN!" Max added.
«I have found the shits! You there, block them! Everyone shifts! Follow them! They are escaping! Arrest them! Move move move!»
Robert gave orders then shifted, his companions followed suit and they wholly followed the two.
The world was against Max:
Pushing objects to slow them down never worked, activating Spider Vision was not working, his Vampire System and Melanin were not on his side, Penelope's usual assistance not here anymore, some of his bones broken, his body not healing, low on human blood, Void Emotion absent, and the effects of the alcohol was blading.
Armless shifted to the Mighty form and oddly went on four. Max jumped on her back without being told before she ran with all her might, keeping the Blue Forces at a distance, heading northwest to an old Vampires abandoned high school.
She knew the school was exactly the opposite of their destination but definitely the best place to mess with the Blue Forces. Every slam of her paw was powerful enough to indicate her presence to the taxpayers beforehand. Even after leaving the market, people gave way to the furiously running beast.
Soon, the deserted, creepy, quiet, foggy school came to her view.
Looking behind at Robert still in the forefront of the chasers that were roaring, clawing the air and dripping saliva all about, "Armless, what is your plan!" Max shouted and looked ahead with slight fright.
Armless simply smirked her wolfy mouth. Increasing the strength of her paws, she ran like a bolt of lightning and at the right time, she jumped over the school's fence like an athletic bad wolf. Max's eyes shouted "No way!" because the fence was exceptionally taller than ordinary fences.
'She is CRAAAZYYYY!'
Landing, she kept running and Max kept grinning, curiously looking behind him to see if the chasers could do the same thing.
'Why can't they?'
Robert barked for his fellow wolves to run ahead of him and jump over the tall fence. Some did crossed over smoothly while others embarrassingly but narrowly almost fell back, now using their strong claws to climb it up.
Seeing Robert reaching the fence, Max had his widened jaws unclosed for a long time because the shit-bald-guy jumped over the fence higher than Armless did. At a while, while landing, he continuously switched shapes by shifting into the five different forms, lastly the Mighty form.
«Surrender.»
He commanded directly into Armless' mind. She shivered in response to the horrific, cold voice but entered the school's building despite that fact.
'Oh daming from frying pan to fucking hell.' Max looked ahead in total horror once they entered the building.
Still walking majestically in the windy, empty, fenced compound, Robert suddenly stopped in his tracks likewise his men stopped behind him. His face screamed "VENGEANCE", glaring at the school's building with no defiance.
The time was still and everywhere here outside was silent.
Shortly later, a beaten body broke and passed through a dirty glass window by the building's right side. The body plus the broken glass pitifully fell and roughly rolled on the graveled ground. Max's broken nose began bleeding profusely, and putting both of his clenched fists on the ground, he pushed his upper half to stare at Robert.
'No...'
'...What are they gonna do to Armless...'
For it was getting darker and more dark, all of the clouds that were always naturally covering Royalty Pack's sky began clearing away while turning orange but mixed with purple decorations here and here. The orange clouds were witness of how Max bravely stood on his shaking legs while holding his left arm to face the Blue furred beasts standing on fours beside Robert.
Max was still on some alcohol...
On one side was a group of eleven shifted Blue Forces ready to release their anger and sadness at the death of their two murdered members on a Vampire Slave. On the other side was a single beaten young Vampire boy, bleeding with widened eyes, imagining what Armless was going through all alone in the building.
Meanwhile, the sun kept moving down and down...
'Don't do anything stupid Max.'
'Don't play the hero Max.'
'Play smartly Max.'
'Always live smartly...'
"Hey, what's up?" Max greeted with a right smirk. "Anything for the undead?"
By hearing what he said, a mind message was shared amongst the Blue Forces who only walked round him to put him in the middle, Robert still standing still like a king of executors. Silently, one of them supernaturally ran ahead and:
Whack!
Max was kicked;
Flying: Dub!
Someone punched him the other way;
Rolling: Paaa!
Another one simply slapped his paw on his thorax back to where he came.
And it went like that...
The Vampire who was on alcohol, barely still in his senses, was thrown from one side to the other in Robert's dull eyes. When the sun completely went down, Max still receiving the assaults, his Vampire System finally showed him a series of red colored messages like which he never saw in his Vampire life span.
The first message, which seemed to be slightly trembling, was:
[Your Royalty, .....]