Hello All! I went back and actually proof read the story and changed a few things up crucial to the story. Im terrible sorry for the first one it was terribly written. I would like to Thank all the people who read the original and continued on. If i could i would award you handsomely, because i myself found it hard to stomach! BUT! I have fixed it! and grown as a writer, so my writing as improved considerably :]. Thank you all so much! Oh! Enjoy the Third chapter!
I wonder how long I've been sitting here just watching these people walk by, watching them stare at me with mild interest. You know I've never seen the same person twice. I guess coming here once is good enough for awhile, but I haven't been here for that long. About 4 months I think, so what do I know? Yawning, I stand and begin to pace. A daily routine that always gets the same gasp of surprise and excitement. It seems the people don't really think I'm alive. Rocks crunch and roll away from me; their rough texture soft against my clawed, calloused feet. It's truly amazing how different things are now, how much clearer things look,feel and smell. I can smell things miles away, and I can smell every person that walks by; you'll never believe how many of them stink!
Deo people! But now I can shift though all those smells and focus on one. It took a while for me to be able to get the hang of it, and a shit load of practice but it was DEFINITELY worth it. Another thing that has drastically changed is my vision. There are barely any colors now. I see in gray and shadows of light that are crisp and stand out. Surprisingly my vision has become ridiculously good. I can just about see everything. If I ever have to choose between my old vision and the new one, I'm going to be really pissed.
" Tap tap"
Uh! the damn tapping. Snarling I twist to growl at the little brat whose tapping on the glass which sends him running back to his mother, eyes wide as basketballs.
" I told you not to tap on the glass" the mother says sternly.
Thank you mom! What?!
I hate kids! They're leeches. My gaze flickers to the adults around the glass. They had backed up when I snarled but the older kids had come in closer. Did they expect me to go insane and start attacking the glass?
"Wow look at this! What is it?"
I stare at the ridiculous guy who has pushed his face to the glass, so much so that his nose is bent up. I can't help but laugh at him. His eyes go wide.
"I think it just growled at me"
The boy's hair is slicked back, a few bangs hang down across his forehead. He's cute in a street thug kind of way. But his eyes give away is true character, he's kind, but strained, his eyes hold a look that should not be present in a person so young.; like he's seen way too much. I can smell his hair gel even through the glass. Wow, it didn't take me anytime to read him did it?
"Yusuke, that is a female wolf. Wolves are not native here, but the zoo thought it would be a good idea to educate the public about them, since they are endangered, so they made this exhibit ."
Yea, thank god for that dude. If this place wouldn't have been here I would have been shipped to God only knows where and then...WAIT! hold the phone.. he said female. That pervert was looking at my junk! ( hmm lack of junk really)
Turning my attention fully to the new guy, teeth bared.
How dare he look...wow he's pretty, but look at that hair it's sticking up in the most random direction's isn't it and whats holding it back I don't see a ponytail holder..
This guy was much taller then the first boy, who I knew now as Yusuke, and he stood with an upright posture which made MY back ache. Strangely he was staring at me with a look close to disgust. He must hate wolves. Oh, I guess your confused now huh? Since like Pretty just said I am a wolf, but I talk with such an in-depth knowledge of humans. That dear folks, is because I was born a human and for 23 years I stayed that way. Then one day during one of my visits to the park near my house, I saw this old lady just standing there with a blank look on here face, so I went over to see if she needed some help..
You know me being a nice person and all.
That... is when things got strange. I don't like thinking about it because it's beyond my ability to comprehend. It makes no sense no matter how many ways I slice it. All I know is that now I'm a wolf and thats all that matters. But I'm not bad off. I've got the hang of controlling my body, all four legs and my tail. I know how to communicate like a wolf, but it isn't form first hand experience let me tell ya. The other wolves in the exhibit decided, when I first arrived, that I was to be ignored. Whether it was because I could not speak to them or some other reason, I do not know-but they all deemed me unfit. Well expect for one, and lucky me it was the Alpha wolf who took interest, causing his Alpha female to hate me. Almost every day she will snap at my heels and flanks trying to get me to offer her my underbelly which would show her and everyone else that she was dominant over me.
I was not having that. No one is going to command me.
My ears twitched to the side, speak of the devil here she comes now. I turn from the glass and stare at the wolf before me. She is thin and long, small in stature, with twig legs. She barks sharply at me, puffing out her chest. Sighing, I step to the side to move past her. She intercepts me; teeth bared, fur hackled up, eyes crazed with a need to be rid of her only threat. Now you must understand, I have never been a fighter. I never had the strength as a human to back up the trash I talked, but as I stare at this she-wolf I know I can beat her. The musses in my body are bunched, ready to be set loose. My blood pumps furiously. The world slows and I see my self eagerly ripping her to sheds. My body twitched with bent up power, ready. But my prize for tearing her apart is... nothing. The right to mate with the Alpha male. Ha! As if I wanted to. Suddenly something clicks in to place in my head and another option takes form in my mind. It's clearer than my animal need to take her down. Freedom. I could use her to gain it. If we were to fight the Keepers would come to break it up. The hatch to the outside world would be open. Of course I didn't reason beyond that; I was unable reason that there were other obstacles to deal with after the hatch. My mind had already focused on the need to be free and my body didn't argue. She didn't even see it coming. I lunged my self at her, teeth bared, colliding with her. My teeth grasped the soft flesh of her upturned neck, and bit down. A howl of alarm fills my ears. The glorious taste of copper explodes in to my mouth and my right shoulder blazes. She has a fruitless hold on me. Clamping down harder, searching for the artery. Who says I can't kill her? My vision narrows and instincts begin to surface.
"Hey! Hey their fighting! Rain and Saisy"
The sound of the hatch opening registers in my brain; tearing through the animal in me and letting go of my prey, I throw myself away from her and toward the hatch, landing and running to it. The keepers who had been making their way toward us, had foolishly left the hatch open in their haste. I'm sooo close. No! I won't make it unless I slow down. I couldn't slow down. They would catch me. Twisting slightly, I push my self faster getting lower to the ground, then I drop and slid in to the hatch landing painfully on my side, but I don't notice I'm already up again. Thank goodness for reflexes. I spring to the door that leads out of the wolf keepers room. It too was left open. This is too easy. My claws echo against tile floor; the screams and warnings of the keepers behind me add to the chaos. They're so close I can feel their nets grabbing for suddenly blinds. I'm out. My feet carry me where I need to go; to a fence that leads out of the zoo and into a forest, a back way out. Screams follow my path and the zoo goers run from me like startled deer, all in different directions, clearing a path.
"Shut the gate,a wolf is loose"
It's too late! I can see the gate and it's wide freaking open. There are workers unloading supplies and they can't hear the warnings. I'm flying. That is the only way I'm going this fast. My muscles are pistons pushing me faster and faster. A worker looks up, confusion shoots across his face then fear, but he doesn't move, he can't.
"Shut the GATE"
Before the workers realize anything is amiss, I'm out of the gate, in the forest and blind to everything around me. All I know is that I must keep running. There's a fine buzzing in the back of my head...I'm free.
