The Feral Scream
AN: This is my first try at (and in this genre is particular) so I am accepting flames that are EDUCATIONAL ONLY! Please don't flame me unless you want to help. Now, I borrowed the name Feral Scream from Transformers: Beast Wars. It was an episode name. This is also slightly AU.
Disclaimer: ADJL doesn't belong to me; it belongs to Disney. And the name "Feral scream" belongs to Hasbro.
SUMMARY: Jake finds a terrifying secret about his dragon form, and if he doesn't control it, it will destroy all that he loves.
It was late- midnight to be exact; New York was like it always was, noisy, bright and crime-ridden. But this time, something worse than possibly even the Dark Dragon was beginning to awaken- and it was hungry for blood. It was a hunter of hunters, so to speak,
It was a dragon, it was supposed to be noble, righteous, defender of all things good and magical, but tonight, it was evil, angry and hungry.
Now this wasn't uncommon- dragons had gone bad before. But this topped even that, and as it flew around downtown, looking for even the slightest sight of the Huntsclan, its anger grew. And soon, it found its prey. A few stupid members of this incedious cult had been trying to trap another unicorn in central park. But little did they know that something horrifying was watching, and waiting to tear them to bits and pieces.
One of the members was trying to put a net over the cornered creature, to no avail. In irritation, he yelled, "stand still, you stupid horse!"
"Let me try something," said the other, as he climbed a tree to pounce on the creature.
But as he jumped he was caught by something, and he was dragged away screaming. As the other Huntsclan member could watch in horror, he was so terrified that the unicorn broke into a gallop and escaped.
The other Huntsclan member began to ask if the other was okay—but then he heard a sickening crunch from the shadows of a neighboring tree. He was about to make a run for it when he saw a creature step out into to the illumination of a streetlight. This creature, as he could only guess that it was, was on all fours, covered in blood. It had a gold and red color to it, along with what looked like a mace at the end of its tail-- and it's eyes, they were what terrified the man the most. They were full of malice, of hate, and the worst of all… hunger. And somehow, the creature reminded him sharply of something—or someone.
The last thing the man saw alive was the creature pouncing. He felt a sharp pain in his torso, and saw a red blur tearing him apart. Then, he saw nothing, and waited for his first glimpse of the warrior's heaven he was told about that he would go to if he died in battle.
In the distance, Jake's grandfather woke with a start after hearing a bloodcurdling roar, and could only watch as it started to rain, and he began to hope and pray that the curse of his family's blood was not manifesting.