Sooooo……This is my first Fanfiction so plz be nice . Flames will be used to toast marshmallows to make yummy s'mores!!
All characters are MINE so no takey or I'll sick my werewolf friends on you and they have a mean bite! P
Rating: T (cuz I can!!)
A/N: I was bored one day and my obsession with wolves and werewolves got the better of me. So BLW was created!! Muwaha! insert evil cackling laugh and lightening
This story is
completely original that means all characters are made up and so was
this plot. I have awful spelling so there are probably a multitude of
spelling/grammatical errors in here. Sorry !
Anywho…..
ON WITH THE STORY!!
Blood, Love, and Wolves
He was running. He had run from everything: his pack, his home, and at the moment he was running from the police. His feet were killing him and his side had a dull ache from a cramp but yet he was still running. The police were hot on his tail, literally.
He quickly turned a corner into an alley. His breathing was unnaturally fast. His dark brown hair was messier then usual and stuck to his forehead. His neck prickled in fear as he saw two officers run past the alleyway. To his unease, one stopped. Trying to conceal himself, he pushed himself more into the shadows. The officer glanced around the alleyway but then stopped and stared directly at where he hid.
"Anything there, Officer?" called the other officer, walking up to the other.
"No…just a … is it a dog?" he replied, his brow wrinkling in confusion.
They took a step forward, but all of a sudden a big explosion shook the alley sending dust and debris showering down upon the officers.
"Gah! I thought they were gunna wait till we left before they started smoking him out!" one of the officers hacked.
The officers coughed and wheezed at the lack of oxygen as their offender took the opportunity to sprint away. As he turned the corner and mad his way back on the main road. Right as he was beginning to believe he had gotten away, he heard,
"THERE HE IS!!"
"……..crap" he muttered, quickening his pace.
That's when he heard it. A gunshot rang through the air. A bullet whizzed past his ear.
"Damn it!" his voice shrieked inside his head.
Two things were unfortunate at that moment. Unfortunately for the police he knew every small corner in this city. Unfortunately for him they had guns.
He tried to outrun them but a bullet grazed his shoulder and he tumbled to the ground.
"Damn!" he muttered angrily.
He quickly regained his balance and leaped onto a nearby fire escape. He hoped to hide from the officers up here. His hopes of being undiscovered were quickly dismissed when he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his leg.
Involuntarily, he lost his balance and released the railing, causing him to land in a small vacant alleyway. He landed with a sickening thud on the ground. By the sounds of it he knew he must have broken something. As soon as he tried to stand his wounded leg shook violently and he fell sideways. When he did so he discovered what the damage was……..his arm was broken.
As he lay on the cool ground, he heard the thundering footsteps of the approaching officers. In desperation, he dragged himself into the shadow of a nearby dumpster. He heard the officers run past with no more then a glance.
Sighing with relief, he attempted to move but to no avail. Mustering what was left of his strength he was able to see through the blinding pain. Although his vision blurred he was able to see a door that was bordered up with wooden planks. It was obviously vacant. He pulled his battered body into the empty room after clawing away the wood beams.
The room was incredibly dusty and the smell of mildew was overpowering. There was only a single couch that was covered with an old sheet. It was speckled with grime and yellowing from time. The rest of the room was simple and looked as if whoever had lived there before had long gone. The carpet was once a tan was now coated with dust and looked almost gray. The walls were covered with peeling floral wallpaper.
At the moment he did not care and found this shambled room to be a sanctuary. He was somehow able to get on the coach in a some-what comfortable position. He knew he had to clean his wound before they got infected but he was too exhausted to care. His eyelids grew heavy as he drifted into a very deep and pained sleep.
A/N: Ooooo Cliffie! Who is this guy and why is he running? What is he? What's gunna happen? Well I guess you're just going to have to Read and Review and wait for the next Chappie!! Believe me, you don't want 2 miss it.