December 2, 2012
What was I thinking? Obviously I wasn't thinking much. Luck and sketchy tactics had gotten me this far but it wasn't going to make me win the final round. I had to rely on my heart and my balls maybe even a little brains as well. I was bleeding badly. I could feel the life force slowly ebb out of my every being. The other guy, well he was limping and that was about it. I still had a chance because dogfights are unpredictable, yeah that's right I still had a fighting chance. I could feel the the anticipation of the crowd. A thousand packed sweaty bodies and twice the number of eyes all had their attention on us. They were just as blood thirsty as we were. The fight had been drawn out, we were tired and the crowd was impatient. Someone had to die and hopefully that someone wasn't going to be me. My opponent was half transformed. He had claws and he had teeth. I was still in my human form as I had not yet mastered the art of controlled transformation. So obviously he had the upper hand. He threw back his lupine head and let out a howl that I could feel in the bottom of my stomach. We circled each other slowly. Our liquid gold eyes were locked together. This was it. He lunged towards me I easily side stepped his attack. He plunged to the floor. I saw my chance and took it like the opportunist I was. I jumped onto his body pinning him to the floor. I grabbed his lupine head and twisted it in right then left in one fluid motion. He was dead. It was over.
I lifted the corpses head up and took out a knife from the back of my pocket. With speed you could only dream of having I sliced off his head. I lifted it by the scruff of the neck and presented it to the crowd. They starred in awestruck silence. No one believed I was going to win, fuck, I couldn't believe I just won. I raised my head and howled. The arena went wild. The grotesque wolf men hammered there feet against the floor, cheered, and growled. A gave a bloody grin. Victory was mine. I must have been a sight; matted hair, blood stained body, and holding decapitated head.
Up in the booths where only the most privileged sat, a large white wolf stood out amongst the crowd, the alfa male. My gaze brought me to the wolf who sat on a plush satin cushion. Soon in a series of graceful turns he transformed himself into a man. As he rose the crowd fell silent once again. We all waited for a speech but no words were ushered from his pale lips. His crimson eyes bore into me. The urge to look away from his stare was very tempting but I didn't. He raised a hand and tossed something over the myriads of people. It glinted in the lurid orange glow of artificial lighting. It came hurdling at me and I raised my unoccupied hand to catch it. When I opened my hand what I saw was a sapphire attached to a chain. I draped it around my head and pumped my fist in the air. The crowd once again screamed at the top of their lungs. The alfa male seated himself.
Suddenly I felt Dizzy. I knew I had lost a dangerous amount of blood. Fatigue came over me. It wasn't long till I collapsed on the hard stone floor of the stage. All was dark. I had won the dogfights.
In case you haven't figured it out for yourself, yes, I'm a werewolf ,but we prefer to be called simply wolves. My name is Jack. I'm 22 years old but I have been 22 for a long time now. Still, my kin consider me a cub and in many ways I'm unused to this whole immortal thing. What do I look like? Well I'm Caucasian, 6.2 ft, umm dark brown hair, you get the picture. My eyes are what give me away. You see once you are bitten you eyes turn this gold color. It doesn't matter if you're in wolf form or human form the eyes stay the same. Of course to the average joe the gold eyes would just be some genetic defect but a demon could figure out it was a werewolf any day. Thank god for colored contacts. Another thing I should mention is my tattoos. All wolves have tattoos. They tell a story of your life. For every achievement, every milestone, every epiphany a tattoo is there to accompany it.
The base of all wolves was New York City. You wouldn't believe how much supernatural things goes down here. The great thing is the people are totally oblivious to it. The people are to jaded and busy to look up because they have to avoid dog shit on the pavement or something like that. Are location is underground. Back in the cold war the mayor of New York built an underground bomb shelter that is about the size of the Buckingham palace.