Animation Source Forums

"Dean's not a hero, he's a big whimp!" Alice grinned.

Dean was about to respond when Rodney sounded, "Hey guys look!" he pulled an old black and white photo from one of the pages and handed it to Alice.

"That looks like the old bar on the edge of town." Dean said.

"It is!" Alice gasped. "Do you think we'd find something here?" she asked openly.

((I have an idea ))

Gilbert looked at the photo, and blinked, not recognizing it but deciding he'd go with what the other's said.

((What is??? ))

"Don't truckers hang out there now??" Rodney asked hesitantly.

"Truckers aren't going to hurt us." Dean laughed.

((Gilbert could be one of the bad guys and have some sort of control over all of the 'beasts' but he doesn't know until his picture is like..one Dean sees i nthe envelope or something :3 Like he's abnormally strong and stuff too))

Gilbert snorted, and laughed.
"I can take a trucker anytime i wanted to." He bragged.

((Oh that would be awesome!! 8D))

"Well let's go! What are you boys waiting for?!" Alice asked happily. as she whipped around and started out the door. The guys followed.

((kaaay ))

Gilbert nodded and tossed his beer bottle out the window, before hopping in the car they'd come in. In no time, they were all down at the bar, and so were a large group of truckers.

They strayed within the bar, three men guarding the doors. Dean and his friends made their way into the bar, which was aptly named, 'The Last Shot.' Pushing in the swinging doors, the whole bar went silent. Every pair of eyes, turned to the kids.

Gilbert flashed them all a glare and they glared back a few stood and approached them.
"What're you kids doing here?" The man growled, his eyes locking with Gilbert's red ones. The albino didn't say anything, but all of a sudden the men looked terrified and said "sorry" mainly directed at Gilbert and walked back to the bar.

"Okay ya' old drunks!" Alice sounded with a commanding voice. "We're here cause we think there's some weird stuff going on, that true or what?!" she continued loudly.

"It's true." A blonde man, with a cigarette in his mouth, and army style haircut, and who was indeed dressed like a former soldier said. He looked to be about thirty. "We have... some troubles..."

"Troubles?!" A man with an eye patch said, "God's forgotten us! They ain't troubles, they're monsters! I've seen them savages steal babies, kill animals. Those f*ckers took my good eye!" He bellowed, raising his glass. Rodney squeaked from behind Dean.

"As sorry as we are to hear the loss of your good eye, sir, We're here for some answers. Can anybody describe these savages?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

"They ain't human!"

"Skin whiter than clouds!"

"Their eyes are blacker than night!"

"They took my good eye!"

Gilbert stayed quiet, and soon he had disappeared from his little group. He was wandering upstairs, ignoring the quiet pleas of a drunk to not go up the stairs. He did anyways, and entered a room, seeing a group of creatures, who shreiked at the sight of him, a noise that echoed throughout the bar. He was stone-still and they locked eyes, fangs bared ready to pounce.

Dean heard the noise, but ignored it. He looked at the blonde man who had spoken first. "Can you help?" he asked.

"Maybe." the man said. "These things call the old mineshaft, to the north, home... but all who went after 'em, don't come back."

Gilbert felt something inside him stir, and in a sudden flash all of the things had gone except on, which was dead at his feet. He blinked, and saw his hands covered in blood, and frowned. Had he done that? No way.. He thought. Gilbert picked the thing up and walked back downstairs.
"Yo Dean! Look what i got"!

Dean blinked and almost all the truckers gasped. "Wha-what? Whoa..." Dean blinked.

Gilbert smirked, and dropped the thing on the floor, before it twitched and made a hissing noise. "Stay down." Gilbert warned, and it did, surprisignly.

"I'll be a son of a woodchuck!" the crazy eye path guy blurted.

"That's just one, there's still a whole mess of them." the blonde soldier stated.

"That's so cool, Gil!" Alice beamed.