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Eric and Perry held each other tightly as the two killer wolves stood in the doorway. How could this have happened to them? All they wanted to do was come here, swap their girlfriends for several rounds of sex, go home and go to bed. Now, here they were, staring directly ahead at two killers, two serial killers from what the gravelly voiced wolf had implied.

"Get on your feet!" growled the gravelly voiced wolf.

Shaking, Eric and Perry somehow managed to get to their feet, but quickly saw both wolves move towards them. Both boys knew that jumping out the window would be a futile effort, so they simply stood where they were until they felt the paws of the wolves upon them. Perry yelped as the gravelly voiced wolf grabbed hold of him, dragging him out to the living room. Eric was set upon by the nasally voiced Sean, who marched him at gunpoint out to the living room where the torn, moth-eaten couch was.

"Sit!" barked the gravelly voiced wolf before taking another swig of what was most likely hard liquor. Sean and Perry obediently sat down like they were told.

"What we gonna do with 'em, Marv?" asked Sean.

The gravelly voiced wolf, Marv, wiped the whiskey from his lupine lips. "We're gonna have some fun, Sean!"

Sean stood in place, never once taking his eyes off of the two young male felines, while Marv paced back and forth; pistol in one paw and the whiskey in the other. His maniacal grin making Eric and Perry shiver in fear.

"What's wrong with you two?" asked Marv belligerently. "Don't you have any respect for someone's property? Don't you know a male's home is his castle?"

Perry bit his lower lip; too afraid to say a word to the increasingly intoxicated Marv. Eric, however, felt something strange come over him. He knew that both he and Perry might very well die at the paws of these two psychopaths, so if he had to die, he was going to be brave about it. He glared hatefully at the gravelly voiced Marv.

"It's not your home, asshole," snapped Eric. "You've been squatting here!"

Angered by the young lion's insolent tone, Sean raised a paw to strike him, but found his paw staid by the bigger, dominant Marv. Sean was indignant at the move, protesting loudly to his partner in crime.

"What the hell, Marv? He mouthed off to you!"

"Yeah," said Marv, taking another swig from the whiskey bottle. "But he's got balls on him. I like that!"

Sean shook his head in disgust, but Marv simply ignored his partner. He knelt down to Eric and Perry's eye level, smiling at them both.

"So, what's your name, lion? I bet it's something tough, eh?"

"Eric Larson," said the young lion, showing no fear to his captor.

"Eric Larson?" said Marv as he looked up at the ceiling. "That's a good, masculine, Scandinavian name, Eric. Did you know that?"

"I did," said Eric, folding his arms defiantly. "Did you know your mother was a whore?"

Sean's jaw dropped at the brashness of the young lion. He moved in once more to deliver Eric a backhand, but Marv once again stopped him. As before, Sean voiced his objections.

"Did you hear what he just said about Mom?" yelled Sean, his nasally characteristic of his voice sounding even more pronounced at higher volumes. Marv just shoved him away, laughing hysterically.

"Leave him alone," snapped Marv at Sean, which Eric and Perry had learned was his brother; most likely younger brother. "I like this kid. Bet he's got balls bigger than yours, Sean!"

Sean glared hatefully at his brother; angry that what little authority he possessed had been undermined by Marv, who had slapped Eric on the shoulder. Eric wasn't impressed by the wolf's gesture. He gnashed his teeth at Marv, showing him that he would have to put up a fight if he wanted the lion's obedience.

"What were you two doing in here anyway?" asked Marv, the laughter suddenly drained from his voice.

Perry, having seen Eric stand up to the wolves, found that he was getting some courage as well. He spoke up. "We were playing hide and seek."

Marv lit a cigar, inhaled it and blew the smoke out at Eric and Perry. "Hide and seek?" he mused, looking around the house. "I guess this would be a good place to play a game like that. Whadda you think, Sean?"

"I'd like to hide both of those two out back so the police have to seek them out!" cackled Sean.

Marv laughed hard, slapping his knee with his paw. "That, oh shit, that's the funniest thing I've ever heard you say! Oh, fucking Christ!" Marv stood up from where he'd been kneeling, giving the two felines a sick, diabolical smile. "All in due time, Sean. First I want to know what they were really doing here!"

Marv waited for Eric or Perry to pipe up and confess there actual reason for being in the house. He waited, and waited, and waited even more, but neither feline breathed a word. Gritting his teeth impatiently, he took the cigar out of his mouth, eyeballing both boys menacingly.

"You better start talking," said Marv with a growl. "You either start talking, or I'll make you talk!" He waited once more, but the two feline friends were dead silent. They weren't about to put their girlfriends at risk by admitting they'd been having sex in the bedroom. By this time, Marv had had enough of their unwillingness to cooperate and he was about to do something about it.

"Sean," he barked at his brother. "Hold this one down!"

Sean moved over and held Perry down on the couch. The panther struggled, but the wolf was simply too powerful for him to get away. Marv held the cigar in his paws; his tone even more serious than before.

"Last chance," said Marv. "Start talking!"

Neither boy uttered a word. Fed up with their stubbornness, Marv made his move. Eric watched in horror as Marv moved the cigar down towards Perry. The panther squirmed as the business end of the cigar inched toward him. He closed his eyes, emitting a bloodcurdling scream as Marv dug the cigar into his arm, burning his fur and flesh and causing him excruciating pain. Marv dug the cigar into Perry's arm for less than ten seconds, but to the panther it felt like a century. Pulling the cigar off of him, Marv grinned sadistically as he saw Perry holding his arm in pain, wailing from the severe burn that was inflicted upon him.

"You gonna talk now?" asked Marv, relighting the extinguished cigar. "That's only a taste of how nasty I can get!"

Eric looked over at Perry, seeing him sobbing in pain. Still defiant, but with his wits about him, Eric realized that there was a chance that they could still get out of this alive. Marv and Sean had no idea about the four girls, who were certainly on their way back to Perry's house. There they could tell his Mom what had happened and call the police. Eric was determined to try and stall until the police got there to rescue them.

"Times up," said Marv as he once more moved in on Perry. "This time I'm putting this thing right on your balls!"

"Wait!"

Marv halted his incendiary assault and turned his attention over to Eric. His eyes blazing and filled with wrath.

"You gonna talk, lion?" asked Marv.

"Yeah," said Eric, nodding his head hysterically. "I'll tell you everything if you just promise to stop burning him!"

Marv looked over at Perry. The panther was still writhing in pain. "Alright, you tell me what you were really doing in here, and I won't burn him anymore."

"You promise?" asked Eric, playing a dangerous negotiating game.

"I promise," said Marv, holding up his right paw. "Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye!"

Eric nodded his satisfaction with Marv's oath. Sean on the other hand was having none of it. Highly skeptical of whatever the boys had to say, he maintained a hateful disposition towards them. Marv was now eager for Eric to explain what he was doing in the house that had been claimed by both him and his brother, but Eric wanted to draw things out as quickly as possible.

"Well?" asked Marv, his voice dripping with impatience.

"It's kind of a long story," said Eric.

"I've got time," snarled Marv as he got in Eric's face. Even in the dark, Eric could see the wolf's yellowed, nasty teeth. Inwardly, the lion was beyond scared, but he maintained a calm, cool and collected demeanor in the face of almost certain death.

"Okay," began Eric. "It all starts a long, long time ago when this house was first built. It was built by this old, greedy lion named Soren. You see, Soren was a thief; stole whatever he could! He spent his entire life amassing a fortune and wealth that no one in the area could ever imagine. The problem was, he didn't want anyone to know that he had all this wealth, so he built this house right here, smack dab in the middle of the woods! As time went on, he went from just stealing, to actual armed robbery. Quite a step up from just being a thief, right? So Soren robs bank after bank and no one ever catches him or even puts a scratch on him. He lives out the rest of his life in this house with his treasures carefully hidden away."

"Are you done yet?" barked Marv, growing impatient.

"Oh, there's more!" said Eric, looking very serious. "Legend has it that Soren dabbled in the occult and witchcraft! That's the reason that no one could ever kill him during a robbery. You see, plenty of people that knew about this have tried to come in and remove all the treasures Soren collected over the years, and everyone of them met a horrible, gruesome death!"

Marv cocked his head to the side. "He put a curse on this place, didn't he?"

Sean rolled his eyes at his brother's remark. "Don't be stupid, Marv, it's nothing but . . ."

Marv got to his feet in an instant, giving his brother a powerful back hand to the face. "Shut the fuck up! Let him finish!"

Eric waited until Marv was knelt down beside him once more before continuing. "Like I said, everyone whoever tried to get in this place to steal Soren's fortune met a horrible, painful death! Soren DID put a curse on his home, and said that if anyone that was not of his kin tried to get in and steal from him--even after he had died--would die terribly!"

Marv again cocked his head to the side as he stared at the young lion. "How do you know all this shit, kid?"

"Because," said Eric as he beamed with pride. "Soren's last name was Larson."

Marv''s eyes grew wide. Slowly, he pointed his paw at the young lion. "You mean, Soren was your . . ."

"Uh huh!" said Eric proudly. "Soren Larson was my great, great, grandfather!"

Marv got to his feet and looked over at Sean; his face the epitome of covetousness. "You hear that, Sean? This place is filled with treasure! Can you picture it, us going wherever in the world we want after we strip this place of all its loot? It'll be great!"

Sean wanted to voice his protest, but knew that he would only receive another smack from his older, stronger brother. Folding his arms, he huffed in disgust while Marv turned his attention back to Eric. "So, why'd you two pick tonight to come here?"

"Because," said Eric confidently. "There has to be a full moon shining before the curse can be lifted, even as a descendent of Soren, I wouldn't be safe coming here any other night!"

"What about him?" asked Marv, growing suspicious.

"My cousin," said Eric, dismissing Marv's skepticism. "Soren's younger brother Bjorn married a panther and had cubs with her. He's the direct descendent of Bjorn, but still related to Soren. So, tonight was the night that we decided to come find our ancestor's treasure."

Marv analyzed everything that Eric had relayed to him. Not once had the young lion stuttered or stumbled on his words. The story was flowing, and seemed plausible to one as superstitious as Marv. The gravelly voiced wolf smiled sadistically at the boys once more.

"You two are going to take us to that treasure," ordered Marv.

"We will," said Eric, nodding in agreement. "But not yet."

Marv was incensed at the lion's refusal to immediately assist him and his brother. "What?" he snapped, gnashing his teeth at the young felines. "What do you mean not yet?"

"I should have explained," said Eric apologetically. "You see, you have to wait for a certain time of the night when a full moon is showing before you can even start looking throughout the house, otherwise . . ."

"The curse?" said Marv.

"Exactly," said Eric. "Believe me, I don't pretend to understand all of it either. I just know that there are several beasts buried in a cemetery near here that tried to take things from this house, and believe you me, the kids of deaths they endured . . . their families all chose to have close casket funerals."

"What time can we start looking?" asked the impatient Marv.

Eric remembered that when he had last checked his cell phone, it was 8:45 and that was probably forty five minutes ago, given that he had checked it when he first heard a car pull up to the house. He answered the wolf quickly.

"Ten o'clock at night," said Eric. "Not a second before, or . . . the curse!"

Marv fished around his jacket for his cell phone. Pulling it out, he swiped his paw across it. "It's 9:45 right now, so that's only fifteen minutes until you two are going to show us where all this loot is, or I swear, you won't need a curse to kill you, cause you'll have me!"

Eric and Perry sat on the couch, finding the silence and the stares of the wolves more disconcerting than when Marv had been in their faces. Eric looked at the two wolf brothers. Even in the dark they had the eyes of merciless, cold-blooded killers; the type that had no empathy for anyone and lived completely for themselves. Eric looked over at Perry's wound. The panther had stopped sobbing some time ago, but still felt the stinging pain of having a lit object shoved into his arm. The fifteen minutes seemed to drag on and on, as though it wold never, ever end. Eric thought to himself that if the girls had gotten back already and called the police, there was a chance that they might arrive and have a hostage situation on their hands. If they arrived too late, they'd likely find the lifeless bodies of both him and Perry. No doubt their rectums would be filled with cold, dried semen from both brothers. Eric listened, trying to hear any sign of rescue, but heard nothing but the sound of breathing and the fallen leaves rustling in the wind outsdie.

"Ah," said Marv, looking at his phone. "It's ten o'clock on the dot! Alright, now where's this treasure at?"

"It's in the basement," said Eric coolly.

"We were in the basement!" snapped Marv as he jumped to his feet. "There was no treasure down there!"

Eric remained calm. "It's underneath the basement. You'll have to tear up the floor to get to it."

"So be it," huffed Marv. "Alright, get up! On your feet!"

Eric and Perry did as they were told. Hopping to their feet, they were marched at gun point to the basement door. Despite Tyrone's body having been removed and buried, the stench of his having been down there so long hung in the air. As Marv opened the door, Eric noticed that the door locked from the outside.

"We're going first," said Marv. "You two try anything, and I'll blow your head off!"

"Yes, sir," said Eric meekly.

Sean and Marv shined their flashlights down the stairs, all the while Marv went on and on about how he and Sean would enjoy their new found wealth.

"I say we go to Hawaii first," said Marv.

"Nah, let's go to Tahiti. I heard there it's . . ."

Sean's sentence was cut short as he heard the door to the basement slam shut. Eric quickly locked the door before he and Perry ran like batsout of hell from the house. The two felines ran down the driveway, hearing the sound of gunfire from within the house.

"Faster," yelled Perry. "They're trying to shoot their way out of the basement!"

With their survival instinct at full throttle, the two friends ran down the gravel road. The house grew smaller and smaller as they ran for their lives. But they weren't in the clear yet. Eric and Perry turned around once more to see the distant figures of Marv and Sean emerging from the house. Marv, obviously pissed and looking for revenge, pointed his pistol in the boys direction, firing off several rounds. All of them landed harmlessly into the woods, but the two boys knew that the wolf brothers had a car and could be within their reach any second now. Eric devised a plan.

"Quick," he said, pointing at the woods. "In there!"

Eric and Perry dove into the woods. The boys tried as best as they could to get through the woods and towards the road, but the area was thick with limbs that smacked them in the arms, legs and face as they ran. Even worse, they heard the sound of the wolf brothers' car starting up. Deeper and deeper into the woods the boys ran, hoping that any shots the brothers fired would simply hit trees and not themselves, but Perry tripped, spraning his ankle.

"Ouch!" yelled the panther, having already suffered a nasty cigar burn. "Eric, go on without me!"

"No, I won't leave you,Perry!" sobbed the lion. Picking up the panther, he dragged him through the rough forrest, all the while hearing the car get closer and closer before stopping in the middle of the gravel road.

"Get back here, you little bastards!" yelled Marv as he got out of the car and fired several more shots. "You're gonna regret the day you made a fool of me!" Marv's shooting was met with sound of Sean firing off several shots from his pistol. The night air was a buzz with pistol cartridge fire into the forest as Eric tried desperately to drag himself and Perry to safety. Perry covered his mouth as he moaned from the pain of his injuries. He didn't want to give away their position to their pursuers. Eric felt himself getting winded. He slumped over, trying to regain his breath as he heard the gunshots. Determined to live another day, he mustered all the courage he knew how and dragged Perry along with him. A bullet landed only a foot away from them, and they were convinced they were goners, when . . .

The sound of police sirens entered the melee. A black and white cruiser was now barreling down the gravel road towards Marv and Sean, who now directed their gunfire at the cops. Seeing the gunfire, the first car came to a screeching halt, taking several bullets to it's hood. Two officers armed with high powered rifles got out of the car and took cover behind their doors.

"Cease fire and drop your weapons!" one cop ordered through the cruiser's loudspeaker. Their request was met with several more shots from the wolves. Taking aim, the first cop fired off a single .308 round from his rifle, hitting Marv square in the chest, killing him instantly. Sean screamed and cursed and the officers as he fired several more rounds from his pistol. The second cop dealt with him, sending a single bullet into his skull and exposing his meager brains to daylight. Eric and Perry, witnesses to the ordeal, cried out for help.

"Please, help us!" Eric shouted at the top of his lungs. "My friend's been hurt!"

The two officers kept their rifles pointed at the beasts doing all the screaming until they got close enough to see that there were any more perpetrators, only kids. Eric couldn't help but notice that one officer, the first one, was a lion, while the second was a panther. They knelt down and examined Perry's injuries.

"Just like us, when we were kids, huh, Paul?" asked the lion.

"Yep," said Paul. "Sure looks like it, Lance!"

Perry spent the night in the hospital to get treatment for his cigar burn and the sprained ankle he had suffered while he and Eric made their getaway. The police had contacted everyone's parents so that they could get permission to interview them about what all had taken place. Though they tried to deny the real reason for being there, eventually all the parents found out about their sexual adventures with each other. Most were shcoked, and some, like Eric's mother, was beyond angry. She berated him for his careless behavior, saying that his "thinking with his penis" could have gotten him and all his friends killed that night. He was grounded for an entire month and in that month, some information had been brought to light about what else had gone on at the old, abandoned Victorian house.

The police, along with help brought in from the FBI, uncovered some horrifying discoveries inside as well as outside the house. Just as Eric had thought, the body that the late Sean Mortenson had buried was the body of the late Tyrone Jenkins. The kids' information about how Marv mentioned other victim being buried in the yard had proved fruitful, with the authorities discovering the remains of at least fifteen young creatures, most of which were rotted down to the bones and would require dental and DNA tests to find who they belonged to, but that wasn't even the most horrifying discovery made by the investigators.

There was no treasure in the basement of the house. There were dozens and dozens of video tapes that had been collected depicting the cruel, sadomasochistic torture of the brothers' victims. Even worse, there were several instruments of torture in the basement that they had used on their victims; no doubt to achieve sexual arousal and release. The brother's would eventually grow tired of their captors and kill them using the most painful and disgusting methods known to beasts, but not before sodomizing them for weeks on end and forcing them to live in their own filth. Naked, cold and starving.

Eric knew his life would never, ever be the same after that. He knew their were creatures like that in the wold, but never just down the road from Perry. He wished he had never even considered Perry's idea that Friday, it ended up being the worst day of his. He had escaped two serial killers, and he was only twelve. He spent days on end, sitting alone in his room. At night, he would wake up drenched in cold sweat, having dreamed that Marv and Sean Mortenson were still after him, still chasing him, shooting at him, ready to capture him and have their way with him before he found his own spot out in the yard next to his late enemy, Tyrone Jenkins.

Eric spent the final day of his grounding in his room, not wanting to come out. It was early December now, and it would be Christmas soon, but he didn't feel like celebrating. He'd been through Hell, but there was no light at the end of the tunnel yet. He still didn't have Tasha and Tracey's naked bodies pressed up against his own, feeling their soft fur, their well-endowed breasts. He didn't have them to make love to for all this time, and it was tearing away at him, until he heard a knock at his door.

"Come in," he said in a dull, lifeless voice.

Sven, Eric's father walked into the room, but still Eric did not bother sitting up to address him. "Hi, Dad," he groaned.

"Hey, son," said Sven. "You feeling any better?"

"No," said Eric. "I still have nightmares about those two wolves trying to kill me and Perry."

"I understand," said Sven. "If it makes you feel any better, the city's allocated the funds to tear down that old house because of all the tourists it's been getting lately."

"Good," said Eric as he stared up at the ceiling.

"Eric," said Sven, walking closer to his son. "I hope you know that if it wasn't for your quick thinking, those two wolves might still be out there, torturing and killing more kids just like you."

"I know," said Eric, finally giving his father attention through direct eye contact. "I just wish I didn't have to go through all that."

"So do I, son," said Sven, patting his son on the head. "Nobody deserves to go through what you did."

"And I'm never breaking into an abandoned house again, ever!" exclaimed the young lion.

"That's probably a wise decision," agreed Sven. "Now, I was wondering if you might want to get an early Christmas present."

"Really?" uttered Eric as he sat up in bed. His father had NEVER given out early Christmas presents before. "What is it?"

Sven yelled out into the hall. "Okay, you guys! Come in here!"

Eric watched in disbelief as Perry, Chelsea and Chastity entered his room. Behind them were Tasha and Tracey, all of them smiling at the lion.

"What's all this?" asked Eric. "Are . . . are you going to let us do what I think you're going to do?"

"Better you do it here than break into another house occupied by serial killers, don't you think?"

Everyone, including Eric laughed at Sven's joke. It was the first time in a month that Eric had laughed. He knew that by the end of the night there would be much, much more laughing.