Okay, this is short, and yes inspiration is pretty freaking obvious but... eh... I also have this posted on tumblr so if you wanna go there to read further I'll post the link on my info page... but those will be posted here soon. Grammar and spelling are my fault I don't have a beta at the moment want to try this solo but if you see any mistakes please let me know. Edited 05/14/16
His sigh was loud out in the quiet of the night. The bars on his phone showing no signal as he pocketed it once more. His truck sat three miles back on the side of the road with smoke still rising up from it. He still had two miles left before he reached his small town's border limit. Only to have another mile and a half before entering the town, where he could finally find someone to go get his crap truck.
His boss was a dick holding him after work to clean up everything. The worst part was he wouldn't be getting any pay for it. Reaching up, he yanked his red hood, of the hoodie he was wearing, up over his brown hair. He then pulled the leather jacket, a well-worn gift that sometimes still smelled like his dad, that was layered over the hoodie, tighter around him (as if he could afford to get a real leather jacket, he had gotten it as a gift, well more of an inheritance). This was the worse time to have his truck break down. It was the beginning of winter, but it still got butt bare naked cold.
Looking up, he found the moon was full and seemed to be playing hide and seek with the clouds and trees. Muttering under his breath, he quickly puffed warm air on his hands and rubbed them together. When that didn't help his cold fingers, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and kept going down the two-way street with forest on either side of him. He was really tempted to walk through the middle of the road, but the thought of a car hitting him made him think twice.
Pulling his phone out again he checked the signal only to huff when it was still a slash through the bars. A cheap, piece of crap, used phone with no signal.
Once again he pockets his phone and picks up his pace. He really needed to get home. It's almost twelve, and he still had to get his homework done. Stumbling a bit, he found himself cursing before looking for what he tripped on and chucking it into the woods. With another huff, he continued on. Why couldn't this happen when he was closer to home?
It was around half a mile from where he had checked the phone when he felt like he was being watched. You know that one where the hairs on your neck stand up? Well, he just got it. It was a feeling he learned to trust living where he lived in the city. Swallowing, he kept going keeping an ear out for any out-of-place noises. It was about two minutes of listening when he noticed, it was quiet.
That feeling was growing more, and he had to talk himself out of running twice before he pulled out his phone. Once again there were no bars. Stopping, he twisted around and looked into the darkness. Green eyes were squinting out into the trees, maybe, hoping, it was just a childish prankster.
That was when he thought it would be better to walk in the middle of the road instead of close to the trees. As he was going to follow through with the thought the feeling left and he relaxed. Slowly, eyes darting about, he moved onto the road and walked just a bit faster and gave a huff. He was just glad all the training during soccer practices were working out. Endurance was a good thing to have at this point.
He gave a grin when he saw the sign welcoming people to his town. Howling Falls. Named for the rock formation that could be viewed from the center of the town. The rock formation looked like a wolf or coyote or something howling with a massive waterfall that could be heard on a quiet night like tonight.
'Just a mile and a half more to go.' Just as he thought it he heard rustling from behind. He whipped around, finding nothing once again. As his eyes once again peered out into the trees, he stumbled back a few steps at the sight of glowing eyes. His hand moved to his pant's pocket, and he pulled out a pocket knife, the blade clicking into place. Those eyes disappeared, and he slowly walked backward watching that spot.
Fear was curling tight in the pit of his stomach. His eyes focused heavily on that one spot. When something shot out from the underbrush, he let out a shout and fell back onto the ground. His pocket knife clattering across the asphalt. He watched as a doe shot across the road. The fear turned to shock before anger slowly settled in, and he felt his eye twitch before he climbed to his feet. Reaching down he picked his pocket knife up with a grumble.
After this, he was never watching another horror movie again. Never again.
With a dark mutter and an even darker swear directed towards his dickbag of a boss, he kept walking. Holding his pocket knife in hand, he turned back around. Glancing at the welcome sign as he passed, he found himself relaxing again.
Till he heard something rush across the road behind him, and he was in the middle of the freaking road. Whipping around he caught sight of something disappearing into the trees and, for the sake of his mind, passed it off as a deer.
A laugh bubbled up as he just realized he was scaring himself and should just hurry home. Turning back around he came to an abrupt stop. Standing in the center of the road was large, very large, dark furred wolf. Orange eyes were watching him. He took a few steps back only to have it follow. He was dreaming, right?
He fell asleep in his truck and was dreaming now. That was it. His eyes widened when it sprinted at him. Its teeth barred and those were some freaking huge teeth. His body reacted, and he was running into the woods. It was snarling and snapping as he ran away from it. His mind making it seem like its teeth were grazing his ankles most of the time.
Don't look back!
He weaved around trees hoping to slow it down when it appeared in front of him. Out of nowhere! 'The hell is this thing!?' His mind screeched. His feet tripped him up as he tried to slide to a stop only to end up on his back staring up at the black furred wolf. (Thank god his knife landed blade away from him when he fell.) It was huge. Almost bear huge! He quickly scrambled away, backing away on his hands and feet until his back hit a tree. His pocket knife was out in front of himself as he slowly climbed to his feet. Those golden eyes watched him, and what looked like amusement dancing among the golden depths. It sat down looking at him, it's large head tipping to the side in question. He should have been screaming and whimpering in fear. Oh man, he really was scared but shouldn't he be doing just that. The large wolf-bear thing was just sitting there watching him, he's pretty sure there weren't wolves out there this big.
His mind screeched to a halt. Golden eyes! Wait! 'There's two!?' His mind jumped start after that thought. He was gasping for air as he finally heard the other wolf approaching quickly behind the tree he was leaning against. That golden eyed wolf-bear's attention snapped to the side of him. It was only a second, but it snarled and launched itself at the other most definitely can't be a wolf. He shook his head wondering if he was losing his mind. Wolves just were not that large! He watched as the two snarled and yelped as they fought over... wait! Were they fighting over him? Then he realized, he should run, run now, while the wolves were fighting. Yeah, he really didn't want to know who the winner was.
He flicked his knife closed and took off into the woods hoping he was heading in the right direction, towards the road. Once the sounds of fighting died off, he slowed down and quickly looked around. He needed to hide or find out where he was. Slowly, he jogged on looking around, his body screaming to stop but fear pushed him on. He didn't see the root till he tripped, pain screaming through his body as he twisted his ankle the wrong way. He let out a shout as he went head first down a steep hill. He was kicking up leaves and rolling head over feet till he finally hit the bottom of the hill, where his head smacked a rock. He laid dazed, staring up at the full moon in the sky. The moon dipped behind the clouds again and casting the area he was in into a muted darkness. His hands felt empty.
His ankle throbbed and he let out a whimper. Darkness was starting to blur his vision when he heard rustling. Where was his knife? He couldn't protect himself. Where did it go!?
His heart jumped as he thought about one of those large wolves finding him. Something dark and blurry appeared in his vision, and he forced his mind to shake off the sluggish feeling. Blinking slowly, he found the large black wolf looking down at him. Golden eyes stared down at him. As he stared back, he noticed something else in those eyes. A human quality, worry. Why was this wolf-bear thing concerned for him?
The moon appeared from behind the clouds. It's light dancing over the fur of the wolf-bear, making what was thought to be black fur a deep dark brown. The wolf-bear walked closer it's large head dipping to sniff at him.
His eyes slowly drifted close.
He needed to move. Hot air brushed over his face.
But his eyes were almost closed when gold eyes met his again.
He didn't want to die.
Then darkness followed as a howl pierced the air. Maybe this is a good thing, he didn't want to be awake when it finally killed him. His last thought was, 'Levi Sharpe, what have you gotten yourself into?'