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[Enters room.] So, you have found out what I am. I hope you haven't melted down your grandmother's silverware just yet.

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You're hurt.

[Sits in chair slowly.] No, not really, I just take a little time to heal. Right now I am bruised, cut, and sore, but I'll be fine in a few hours. I'll be fully healed by tomorrow. Amateurs.

No silver?

No. Either they didn't know, or they didn't have any. They were smart enough to ambush me, but not to kill me. That was their last mistake.

They caught you in werewolf form?

[With thought.] Yeah. Strange.

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The silver bullet is newer. In the old days they used silver blades, arrows, things like that. You see, silver does two things: it prevents healing, and it is toxic, a poison to us in wolf form. We can get it two ways. If the wounds are not bad enough to kill, we can die from silver poisoning. That depends on how much silver we get. I've got my silver scars I can show you. Those don't heal. I don't know when they figured it out. The silver part, that is. What I do know is when they don't know how to kill what they have caught, they like to experiment. And when they do know how to kill what they have caught, they like to torture. If you think you understand why I don't like your human kind, you really have no idea.

But werewolves take human form.

Yeah. To either hide from you humans, or to ambush you. I guess. [Hinting he is not telling the truth]

Which are you? Are you here to hide or to ambush?

I'm here to try to help. Help both of us.

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[Beaten and bloody. Human form]

[Swings pipe into him]

[Cries out in pain. Defiant.] If you keep hitting me with that pipe, some body is going to get hurt!

Yeah? Let's see, wolfie. How's this? [Swings pipe again.]

[Struggling with intense pain. Moaning.]

How 'bout it, wolfie? I want to see the big bad wolf. Where's the big bad wolf? Why don't you huff [swings pipe] and puff [swings pipe] and blow my house in? [swings pipe.]

[Silent and motionless on ground.]

No sense in beating him anymore. He can't feel a thing right now. He's not going anywhere. We got plenty of time. He can't stay in human form forever. [Gives hard kick on leaving]

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[Dressed like Little Red Ridding Hood. Looking down. Face concealed in hood of cloak.]

[Laughter from others]

[Mean] Just what the hell are you supposed to be, little girl?!

[Looks up to reveal fearless face.] Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

[Werewolf surprises other men behind man in savage attack]

[Quickly removes concealed double barrelled sawed-off shotgun during distraction. Rapidly open fires twice into man at close range killing him. Picks up spent shells placing them in dress pocket. Turns and walks away. Pauses to lower hood, and to remove earplugs. Attention turned to sounds of werewolf doing killing behind her. Does not turn to look. Smiles to herself slightly with satisfaction. Pockets earplugs, conceals the shotgun, and walks on.]

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