The streets of London at night were nothing compared to the rush of the morning and afternoon. Christopher liked to walk without worrying about bumping into someone because he was lost in his imagination, but it wasn't the night to be lost. While passing by a store he realized that someone was walking behind him, a men with his gray sweater hood protecting his face.
Adrenaline started to rush on Christopher's blood and he knew what was going to happen, so he went into the next alley and turned to see if the man was really chasing him. And he was. Unfortunatly the alley had a dead end. "You're so lucky..." Chris whipered to himself.
- Oh my... Look what I have here. – The man gently got his knife out of his old jeans pocket – Hand me everyting you have or I'll have to hurt you.
-Look man... – Chris couldn't hide his nervous voice choked with the words to get out – I don't have anything I was just going out on a walk.
- Then I think all have to kill you. – The man smilled a killer smile, like psychopaths.
Chris had no time to think, the man started to run towards him and all he could do was grab a garbage can and throw, he never was good at distance and the can hit the floor next to the psychopath. That was it, Chris was seeing his life passing by his eyes, off couse it wasn't a good life he did nothing for society and never had actually friends, he was always imagining things and writing,drawing what he was seeing and thought that was cool, like he didin't belong to that world. The man hit him really hard against the fence making him dizzy. He started trying to push away the man above him by holding his hand for not to get hit by the knife but he failed and the man stabbed him on the arm. Blood was everywhere. Chris could see on the psycopath eyes that he got what he wanted, blood, somehow a rage started to grow on him, didn't know why but he was fed up with this psycopath, he wasn't going to die like that it was to ridiculous for a men to die like that, defenseless. Then Chris took the knife out of his arm it was dirty with his blood, a black red liquid, and threw against the man, this time he hit him on the shoulder and he backed away from him.
he sensed a smell, it was strange, really strange why was he sensing smells on a difficult time like that, he wanted to ignore it but he couldn't his eyes were looking for something he didn't know and suddenly he saw something really fast move at a top of an old building, at first Chris thought it was his imagination, but soon he heard the psychopath guy scream and fall right next to him with something like a animal, a big animal, over his body chewing him apart, the thing stopped like it had noticed him, He freezed, it was a wolf, a really big wolf, like the ones from that movie called Twilight, but it was real, with black fur and yellow eyes turning to him and growling, for some reason his eyes seemed friendly, but Chris couldn't know because it went away as soon as it gotten there."Is it my imagination?" He tought but the body was telling him that that had really ,cold,adrenaline,rage was all that Chris was felling, but the tought of being saved from a psychopath by a big Wolf from Twilight seemed funny like a movie that would end with him knowing who saved him, but it was probably a guy if it was really Twilight and he was absolutaly not homossexual.
Trying to push away the tought of the wolf, he called a ambulance and the Police, he was bleeding after all and if he went home how could he explain to his mother that he got attacked by a psycopath and saved by a wolf?
It took several hours for him to get alone at the hospital, after the Police asked several questions about what happened and how was the thing that attacked the man and several hours of hearing his mother cry like he had died, but it was ok, it wasn't that kind of serious injury, it didn't hit nothing important and soon she started yelling that he doesn't pay attention to anything, that his grades weren't that good, and for Chris it was a blessing when she went home to get her stuff for her to comeback the next day. Luckly he still had his backpack with his notebook of drawings and his pencils for him to pass the night, he wasn't sleepy at all, everything he wanted was to draw the wolf before his imagination blew the image away.
Aileen woke up terrified, didn't know why. Her hole body was aching. The sunlight was hurting her eyes and she felt like she was sleeping on the Aileen felt grass beneath her, "I turned" she tought. While she was getting on her feet Ailenn saw that besides dirt her clothes were full of blood and her Black hair cover with dirt and grass. "Oh my god..." Memories of the last night past really quickly, the full moon, the running, the killing. Her eyes widened. "You killed someone!" Aileen's inner voice talked.
She had to come back to the Pack, but where was she? Aileen looked around and saw a florest. "Riverwood Florest, I'm not too far".
