A/N: Dude, look! Another story! Yeah, I know it's really not much right now, but it's not suppposed to be. It'll get better once it comes along a little.

This is based off an activity I had to do in Creative Writing class. I kind of liked where it was going, so I decided to keep going with it! Hope you all enjoy!

Prologue

Time was running out, and it was running out fast.

This wasn’t fun and games, nor was it practice. No, not anymore. This was the real world, the real thing. Michael and I were in real danger.

We could really die…

We couldn’t keep fighting forever, this I knew. Even though I had enough adrenaline coursing through my veins that I felt as though I could’ve engaged Lucifer himself in combat until Judgment Day, I knew that wouldn’t last. I would wear out sooner or later, much quicker than the lycanthropic horde I was up against. And then, I would be a sitting duck.

But I had to keep fighting…Michael and I both had to keep fighting. That was rule number one of the Academy: Keep fighting until you win or die. “Give up” simply wasn’t in our vocabulary.

A pause came in battle; no werewolves came at me for a moment, and I turned to watch Michael in battle. He lashed out with gleaming silver whips, zeal burning in his blue eyes. His blonde hair-which looked much better now that he had let it grow out a little-caught the rays of the bloodied dawn, as did the silvery coat on his whips.

As I watched him fight-and moved to help him fight-I couldn’t help but think back, to the first time I had met him, back in our first days at the Academy…