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Hello world! Another story, I know. Blackbird’s Song and No Remedy are still being written, but this November this is the only story I’ll be writing. It’s for Nanowrimo, National Writing Month, where you start a story and write as much as you can within a month. The goal is to finish it and have more than 50,000 words by Dec 1st, but that’ll never happen with me…but I can still try! Hope you like Chapter 1! 1902 words and counting!
Chapter 1: Essence of Change
The brunette was running for his life. He was fast, really fast. But that wouldn’t save him. He had no idea where he was and Malcov was using this to his advantage. Once he’d set his sights on them, no one ever escaped his grasp. He was one of the best, he hunted the beasts down one by one and not once had he ever let any get away. He wasn’t about to start now just because of a little waterworks on the kid’s part.
They didn’t have much info on this one, not even a name. Seems he just popped out of the blue, but more likely he’d just been turned a few days back and still hadn’t gotten used to his new form. They were disgusting, violent perversions of nature, the lot of them, and Malcov swore to himself that he would see to it that every last one of them died before he drew his last breath.
Lichens, or Werewolves as most people referred to them, they were the beasts that caused the most damage around this area. They had a den nearby, just out of sight, but Malcov was determined to find it. He didn’t care what they were called, so long as they were good and dead with a silver bullet between the eyes.
Then there were the Vampires. There were a lot fewer of them roaming around this city, but there was a small coven that they had yet to locate, somewhere in the downtown area. At least you only had to worry about their havoc at night.
It was almost noon and they were chasing a young werewolf down the main street; he and his unit. They were extremely lucky that the boy’s powers weren’t under his control yet; otherwise he might have transformed and caused tons of panic and mayhem in the streets already. But the chase was drawing to a close. No matter how fast this kid was, he was starting to tire, and Malcov’s motorbike was catching up fast. The brunette dashed into an alley as a last attempt to lose them, but Malcov knew this city like the back of his hand; and he knew that the kid had just run into a dead end.
He and the rest of his unit swerved into the alley and blocked the exit, and Malcov got off of his bike. The boy had his back to them, one arm propping him up against the wall, his shoulders heaving as he fought to catch his breath. The figure turned slowly as he heard them stop the motorcycles, one eye peering cautiously over his shoulder. Malcov didn’t hesitate; he just pulled out his gun.
The boy whipped around in an instant, and for the first time, Malcov caught sight of his face. The boy was extremely effeminate looking despite the clothes he wore that seemed a few sizes too big (probably stolen), and he had large turquoise colored eyes and messy brown hair down to his shoulders. His nails had already turned long and black, claw-like, but otherwise he still looked human. Malcov started to aim.
“Don’t kill me!” The boy screamed.
Malcov hesitated. Not once in his years of service for the law enforcement branch had he ever come across a werewolf that had begged for his life.
“What are you waiting for, Malcov?” he heard one of his teammates, Jaysan, inquire, “You’re the only one with ammo left. Besides, if he transforms we’re gonna be in so much shit…”
“Shut up, I’m on it.” Malcov replied, raising his weapon.
“Please don’t kill me!” the boy begged again, tears running down his pale cheeks “I don’t even know what’s going on! I just want to go home! Please, what’s happening to me?”
“You won’t have to worry about it much longer.” Malcov snorted as he snapped the gun’s safety.
“Don’t!” the boy shrieked, but Malcov ignored him and pulled the trigger.
The gunshot echoed, but no thud followed it. The kid had dodged.
“Stop moving, you’re just making things harder for yourself.” Malcov sighed as he reloaded the gun with a click.
“I don’t want to die!” the boy cried louder, tangling his fingers through his messy locks and shutting his eyes tightly, “I don’t want to die!”
“We don’t all get what we want.” Malcov scoffed as he started to pull the trigger.
“No, we don’t, do we?” a voice echoed out of nowhere.
Before Malcov had time to act, several forms leapt over the brick wall that blocked the werewolf’s exit.
“Damnit!” he heard Nathen, another of his teammates, curse loudly.
Within seconds, the boy had been scooped up and whisked away by a few other werewolves and the strange group disbanded as quickly as they’d emerged. It had all happened in a few seconds. The alley was silent.
“Fuck.” Malcov swore under his breath.
One had gotten away.
No one had escaped since. Fine. It had been a one-time thing. Besides, the werewolf kid hadn’t made an appearance since he’d been rescued. He was probably out of the country by now. Not Malcov’s problem anymore. So he was going to pay attention to what the teacher was saying and stop letting it bug him.
That’s right. Malcov was still in grade 12. He’d had to stay back a year because he’d missed too much school while training with The Branch a few years back. He didn’t see much point in finishing it off, he was going to keep working for The Branch until the end of his days if he had anything to say about it, and it was good pay too. But his superiors had insisted that he “tidy up loose ends”. Fine. Consider them tied.
So here the blonde killing machine sat, waiting for the teacher to come back from the office and start babbling about French literature so that he could get on with his life. The door opened as the teacher reentered the room, new student in tow.
“It seems we have a new student who will be joining us from now on Class,” Mrs. Sylfore declared in her usual overly perky voice, “Everyone say hello to Kayde Persius.”
The new boy turned to the class, a charming smile brightening his features. Malcov looked up in an uninterested manner, but when his eyes met Kayde’s, his face fell in shock as he stared. And Kayde stared back with his large turquoise eyes, smiling sweetly.
It was the very same werewolf that had escaped him six months before. This Kayde, the werewolf that has plagued his thoughts for months, had just joined his class. And from the expression on Kayde’s face, it wasn’t by accident either.
The werewolf looked different from the last time he’d seen him. He was taller, for one, taller than Malcov even. His hair was even longer, but his brown curls were tamed and bright green beads were strung between some of them. His clothes were unique, to say the least; bright shades of green and orange and they made him look somewhat like a pumpkin-hippie, though the clothes were much more fitted than usual baggy hippie clothing… and to top it off he was wearing a bright orange dog collar with a golden dog tag with some sort of inscription on it.
But the most stunning change was in personality. This was not the same terrified, sniveling boy he’d met half a year ago. This Kayde was calm, collected, and irresistibly charming, completely sure of himself. A complete transformation. And it infuriated Malcov to no end! This boy had thrown the blonde’s life off balance and here he stood, better than ever, whilst Malcov had sat around doubting himself.
No matter, Malcov thought to himself, you won’t escape me this time.
The teacher meanwhile gestured that Kayde take a seat next to Malcov. Luckily, all the desks were about a ruler’s length apart, but he was still going to be sitting so alarmingly NEAR him. Life was unfair. He couldn’t do anything until at least the end of the day, probably until sundown by the time he got back-up from The Branch. But Kayde didn’t seem to be going anywhere…Malcov would have had time to calm down and think.
Kayde on the other hand was very calm as he took his seat next to Malcov, turned to him and waved cheerfully. Malcov simply glared.
Worse yet, Kayde knew one of Malcov’s classmates. And not just a little, it was obvious that they’d known each other for a while. The boy was another brunette with straight hairand highlights, and he was the quiet brooding type that usually kept to himself.His name was…well actually Malcov wasn’t sure what his real name was. All anyone ever called him was Freeman, as in Gordon Freeman, a character in a video game that he liked. In any case, Kayde and Freeman seemed to be a little too chummy. Could it be that Freeman was a werewolf too?
During Math class, Malcov explored this new theory in further detail. There were no tell-tale signs, but there was one thing that Freeman had in common with Kayde that he’d only just come to notice; he was wearing a dog collar. His was more of a chain, and the dog tag was in the shape of a skull, but it was still a dog collar, and if that was because they were making an allusion to their canine tendencies, then it was a lead. Not to mention every time he started staring at Freeman or Kayde, they’d both turn their heads and stare back within moments. They could feel him watching.
It was strange, before now Malcov would never even have suspected Freeman at all. So why was Freeman leaving all of these clues behind? Was it because Kayde and he wanted Malcov to be suspicious?
He had to get to the bottom of this.
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