Uneasy Allies
Note: I, once again, do not own AD:JL-I just write the ideas in my head. I figure, since I have no idea when my latest story will be done, I'm going to do the unthinkable-do two at one time. Enjoy.
Chapter 1: Running Off/Unlikely Meeting
In the woods of northern New York, we see a young man darting his way around the trees. Every few seconds, he looks back over his shoulder, hoping for the best-and dreading the worst. He leaped over some rocks and hid there, waiting for some idea of followers. He tries to calm himself down as he pulls out a syringe and injects some sort of liquid in his arm. After a few seconds, he is fully relaxed, but is alerted quickly by a noise.
As he looks up slowly, he sees three armed men looking around the area. They silently tell each other orders and look around, looking for their target. When it seems "all clear", they start talking. "I know he's here…but where?" one said, cocking his head in wonder. "Who knows? All we know is we have to find him, get the item, then kill him for treason-he knows the law, and he disobeyed." Another said. "Shut up. We all know of his issues-let's not underestimate him. We also can't kill him because he's the only one with the actual bloodline…one we need to carry out our plans." The third one said, silencing both of them. "Alright, we understand. Look-the moon's coming out. How bout we widen our search?" One said. "Agreed." The leader of the three said as they started feeling strange. The target starting running off, knowing what was going on.
(15 minutes later)
The young man rests for a little bit after running full speed for a while. He closes his eyes, hoping it's just a dream, until a bloodthirsty howl came through the sky. "Aw shit. They're coming fast. I gotta go." He said before being thrown across the plain by a hairy beast. "Come on, Mark. Stay, and let's have some fun." One said as he came toward the light, showing what he was-a werewolf. "Damn. Why can't you leave me alone?" Mark said, crouching into a stance. "I would, but we can't-it's a complicated procedure." He said before charging him. Mark anticipated the move, jumped, and roundhoused the wolf into next week. As the beast laid on the ground knocked out, more howls were heard. "Uh-oh." Mark said as he started running away. He kept running, never looking back until he was sure they were away-far away to cause any more problems. Mark didn't realize, however, that the trees would turn to road, and that a car was coming.
Mark was hit by the car with a great deal of velocity, sending Mark's body flying across the road, tumbling, rolling, and finally landing in a ditch. Across from the body was a silver Dodge Charger with a dented hood and fender, thanks to the collision. The driver shook his head in despair as he got out of the car. Turns out, the driver was Mikel, one of the famous stars in the world-both normal and magical. "Damn. I'll just fix it myself-no point in going to a shop…oh shit." Mikel said as he surveyed the damage, then turned his head to look at the victim. "Hey, you okay? Damn, he got hit hard. Looks like head trauma, two broken ribs…huge knot in the forehead. Broken arm-is he even alive?" Mikel said, tending to the victim. As he checked the pulse, Mark stirred. "Oh thank god. Come on man, let's go." Mikel said, trying to help him up. Mark groaned in pain as he walked on, and as he got Mark in the car, Mikel suddenly felt uneasy. "I know I shouldn't do this, but he needs help." Mikel said as he got in the car and drove off. Unknowingly, the werewolves that were following Mark just got the license plate number, so they could track the car-and their target. "Let's go back to base. Right now, he survives…until another day." The leader said as he raced off into the forest. The other two hesitated, then reluctantly followed.
I think this is a good start for another novel, and also for the start of another character. I'll update later…