Loyal
I woke up behind a garbage can. My tail was cramping, and I was shivering despite the fact I had a jacket on. I got up and looked in the garbage can for any food since I had no money to my name. As I dug through it I found a nine Millimeter. I had a knack for weapons and guns I could take apart easily and quickly. I sat on the ground and disassembled the gun in six seconds flat. I'm quick with my hands. I studied the pieces and noticed the moving parts where broke, so the gun can't fire. I reassembled the gun in ten seconds since it was broke. I slid it in my leg pocket on my cargo pants. My ears were starting to hurt from the bitter cold, so I slid the hood over my head, covering my wolf ears, and light brown hair. I was unique compared to any one I've met so far. I'm a Lycan, and they are human. I simply just have wolf ears, and a wolf tail the rest is skin. My dad was a Lycanthrope, and my mom was human, so I'm a hybrid. I walked out of the alley, and down the street to the dojo, where I watch the students have class. When I got there the door was locked, and the lights were off. I let out a soft whine and walked up to the Wal-Mart. I walked in and was greeted by rush of warmth, and a gauntlet of harmful words like mutt, and freak. I simply looked at them, removed the hood from my head, and sneered off without a second thought. As I walked to the back where the electronics are I got some strange looks. I simply kept on walking. I got to the electronics shortly since I walk fast from habit. I used to be in school but dropped out since I'm different, that's why I walk fast. I walked into the electronics section, and started playing a game. As it was loading I was staring at my ears and tail in the reflection from the window. The white and blue pattern on my ears and tail, white being the main color, blue being the secondary, my tail being almost all white, except for the top in a streak from my rear to an inch from the tip, and the bottom seventy five percent being white and the tip being blue. As I was playing the game, minding my own business, this jerk grabs my tail, and yanks me away from the controller and screams, "Away from my domain you freak!" Calling me a freak I don't care, but when you yank my tail you just pissed on the wrong tree…so to speak.
I got up on my feet, and threw a punch to his stomach, and he merely brushed it off. He grabbed my throat, and threw me down. I got up and made a little distance from him, and pulled the broken nine out of my pocket. He stared at me, smiled and said, "That gun is broken…I threw it out last night, and saw you curled up behind the garbage can, felt sorry for you till I saw that you're a mutt." I got so tired of being called names, and badmouthed I pulled the trigger, in a fit of rage. To my surprise it actually shot. My mouth dropped and he grabbed his stomach. I looked at it in shock and said, "I THOUGHT IT WAS BROKE! AND WHO DOESN'T TAKE THE BULLETS OUT!" He fell to the ground, and lied in a puddle of his blood. I turned the safety on, and stuck it in my pocket again. I ran away from the electronics, panicking, heart racing. I ran through the employees' only door, and hid behind a stack of crates crying. I never thought I could kill someone, now everyone won't give me a chance. They probably have me on video camera. It won't be hard to pick out a kid with wolf ears and a tail, I stick out like a sore thumb. I'm a murderer and a freak now. They'll probably kill me, and use what fur I have as a pair of moccasins. I cried myself to sleep shaking violently.
I woke up later that night, still shaking. If I'm going to survive I at least need a gun I know isn't broke barely, and some ammo, maybe even a knife, and some new clothes. I smelled myself and held my nose, some soap too. I snuck out of the employees' only area, and made my way to the hunting area. I looked to see if there were any cameras that might be able to see me. I opened the plastic around the knife with my teeth, and pulled the knife out. I felt how sharp it was. It was sharp enough to pierce plastic, skin, and stick in wood. I hid the knife in my hand, concealed by the sleeve of my jacket. I walked to the gun area with the hood over my head, to hide my ears, and my tail tucked in my jacket, pressed against me. I saw there was a guy behind the counter asleep. I used this to my advantage. I snuck behind the counter, and pulled the keys off of his belt. He didn't wake up, and I was glad he didn't. I opened the gun case, and saw a nice M14. I pulled it out of the case, and loaded it. I grabbed all the ammo I could put in my pockets. I grabbed a flashlight that would fit on it, and a bayonet. I grabbed an ammo belt and loaded it with shotgun ammo, and put a shotgun attachment on the M14. I sat there thinking, "If only it was a Scar H." In my excitement, I wasn't being quiet. He woke up, and saw me with all the merchandise and the case open. He grabbed for the .357 under the desk, but I had already thrown the knife on my belt at him. It hit him in the throat and cut his jugular, killing him instantly. I took the knife out of his neck, and wiped the blood on his shirt then stuck the knife back on my belt, in the holster. I grabbed a scope and put it on the M14. I grabbed a 7.42 with strap loops, ran a strap through the loops and put it on my back. I grabbed an ammo box for it and put it in my pocket. I grabbed a Desert Eagle out of the case, and grabbed a few magazines for it, loading them and putting them in my hoodie pockets. I walked over to the men's clothing, and put the guns, and ammo belt on the ground. I looked for a size pants that would fit, and put them on quickly. I carried the stuff to the shirts and put on a good one, then put on a new hoodie. I grabbed a beanie, and put it on. I picked out a bandana, and wrapped it around my mouth, and nose. I put the ammo belt back on, and wrapped the sniper rifle back around me. I walked to the shoes, and grabbed a nice pair of boots that were flexible, and then I grabbed a pair of sunglasses, and put them on. I was extremely hungry so I walked to the food isle. I know I didn't have long before the police got here. I started running there, and everyone was stepping out of my way from fear. I got to the meat section and ripped open a pack of ham. I bit down on all of them, and ate the whole pack. I grabbed some cheese, and ate some of it then threw the pack down. I ran to the medicine isle, and grabbed some steroids and painkillers. I ran to the isle with backpacks. I grabbed a backpack with one strap, and slung it on my back over my neck and stuck my arm through it. I ran back to the hunting isle, and crammed some ammo in it. I ran back to the medicine isle, and put more painkillers, and two more bottles of steroids. I ran to the food section, and ate a little more ham mixing it with turkey and bologna. While drinking some milk I heard the police over the megaphone. "Come out we have the building surrounded!" I smirked, and popped two steroids. I ran to the hardware area of Wal-Mart, grabbed a hammer, and a screwdriver. I ran quietly to the hunting isle, and grabbed a strap for the M14, and slung it over my shoulder. I looked for a tall isle to climb. I ran to it quietly, and climbed up it being careful not to fall. On the way to the tall isle I grabbed a pair of walky talkies. I taped one where it was always on, and threw the other one to the other side of Wal-Mart. So I would confuse them when I fired.
They began walking through the entry doors. I pulled the sniper rifle off my back, and lied down on the top of the isle. I pulled the case of bullets out of my pocket for the sniper rifle, and waited for a few of them to get in my sites perfectly. I looked through the scope, and shot three of them one after the other. I saw one take cover behind an isle, but he didn't notice the metal pole beside him. I trick shot the bullet to ricochet off the pole, and hit him. I saw a blood splatter, and knew I hit him. I shot four more policemen as they were wondering where I was shooting. I shot one more time and the gun jammed. "Damn it, don't they keep maintenance on their weapons. I slung the strap back over my shoulder, and grabbed the M14, and the walky talky. I jumped from the isle, rolling as I hit the ground. I snuck around crouched so they wouldn't see me. I taped the walky talky around my M14 so I wouldn't have to hold it. I knew I wouldn't stand a chance on the ground, so I had to sneak out of here. I started sneaking to the back, and I heard a helicopter outside. I got paranoid, and started running on the balls of my feet. I ran through the Employees' only door, and ran straight to the door at the end. I got the door, and bashed it open with my shoulder. There weren't any police cars, and the helicopter was above the roof at the front of the Wal-Mart. I was home free. I kept sprinting to till I was breathless. I stopped in front of an alley, and fell to my knees. I pulled the beanie, bandana and sunglasses off, panting. I stuck my tail out of my jacket, and put the M14 on the ground. I heard sirens, and car door slams. I looked up, and there were four police cars with AK-47's pointing at me. I knew it was over there was no way I could fire at even one officer without being Swiss cheese after it. I put my hands behind my head, and I heard a Barrett .50 Cal shooting at least fifteen feet away from where I was. I looked up and the officers were thrown back from the bullets impact and torn to pieces. All the policemen standing around me behind there cars were on the ground, in pieces. I grabbed the M14 off the ground and stood up. I started shaking not knowing if the stranger was friendly or hostile. I saw a slender figure approaching me with the Barrett .50 cal lowered. I kept my sights on it. It got closer, and I noticed it was a girl. She stepped closer, and I said, "Nope, put the gun down before you step any closer." I said this taking a step back. I stepped back in fear, and she must have known because she didn't put the gun down. I said again but a little more sternly, "I mean it put the gun on the ground." She stopped, "Is that how you're gonna treat the person that just saved your ass from being six feet in the ground?" She pulled the hoodie off her head, showing her face. My jaw dropped as I stared at her. She was Lycanthrope. Her fur was grown out probably from lack of grooming. Her eyes steadied, and you can see the adrenaline coursing through her in her eyes, I could even smell the adrenaline, she was sweating like crazy. She was a grey on her backside, and white on her front. She was built like a brick house, probably from training. Half of myself being Lycanthrope I was automatically loyal to her, since she saved me. I walked to her, and said "Forgive me for my misconception Master." She smiled at me, "You are forgiven." She said frantically, "Now we need to get out of here before more of them come, follow me." She ran off, me right behind her. I followed her to an alley, and she ran to the end. I followed behind her. She pointed to the garbage can. I took it she wanted me to hide behind it then she hopped in the dumpster. Not very long after that a two cops came down the alley. I pulled my knife out of the sheath, and held it up, putting the M14 on the ground. I waited for her to make the first move then I would get the one she didn't. She jumped out and got the guy behind the one leading in the alley, and I got the one leading. I held my knife to his neck firmly. He was struggling in my grip. My Master crawled out of the dumpster, and walked in front of him. She grabbed his walky talky, and stuck it to his face. She said firmly, "Tell them we are deceased." He stood there gritting his teeth. I kneed him in the rear as hard as I could, and he finally did. After he radioed in and said we were dead, she asked for my knife. I handed her the knife, and held his head in a way as to where I could easily snap his neck if he tried something. She slammed the knife in his chest, and started cutting the skin. She ripped it open with her hands, and broke through his rib cage, pulling his heart out in the end. He died in the middle of it. I threw his dead body in the dumpster. She climbed a ladder up to the top, and I followed her. She walked through a door, me right behind. I followed her down some stairs, and we got to this room. It had a bed, and a case full of guns, and ammo. A dresser with clothes, and some desk with a bunch of liquids of all kinds of colors on it, and what looks like some Bunsen burners, and things of the sort. I kept walking forward, and she stopped me. She said calmly "Remove your clothes." My face turned red. I nearly hesitated, but I must obey my Master. I took off my clothes down to my boxers. The steroids didn't do much I didn't have many muscles, but I didn't care. She said a little frustrated, "I meant all of your clothes." My face turned a complete red, and I pulled my boxers off obediently. I stood there shivering from the coldness. She told me calmly, "Don't worry you won't be cold very long." I asked her, "What are you doing?" She replied, "I'm bringing out the full Lycanthrope in you." I stared at her, and she stuck a needle femoral artery, and injected a bluish liquid in me. I started getting dizzy instantly, and I collapsed, screaming. I slammed my hands on the ground, curling my back in pain. It lasted for about five minutes, and I passed out.
I woke up on a bed with covers on me. I was about to get up, but I was so comfortable I just fell back asleep. I slept for an hour or two more, and woke up. I got out of the bed, and stretched backwards then an instinct kicked in and I stretched just like a dog did. I got up and stood there. I've never done that before. I looked down with my eyes, and I saw a mouth resembling a wolf's. I grabbed it, and I could feel with it. I noticed my hands had claws, and they were covered in fur. I looked at myself. I was covered in white, and some of me was blue. The top of my hands was blue, the top of my mouth is blue, and a spot on my leg is blue, a big spot on my back was blue, a little on my tail was blue, and the rest is white. I didn't know whether to scream in delight or scream in displeasure. I looked at my feet and they had paw pads just like a wolf. I growled showing teeth when I heard a noise from behind the door. Master walked in with some food. I stopped growling and walked over to her. I hugged her saying, "How can I thank you for doing this?" She gasped for air, "By letting me go." I noticed I was hugging her kind of tight, "Oh sorry Master." She giggled, and said, "Its ok, you jaybird." I stood there for a second then my face turned red when I knew what she meant. I grabbed my underwear, and cargo pants, and slid them on. I laughed, scratching the back of my head. I picked up the 7.42 I had yesterday, and sat on the ground with it. I disassembled it to see why it jammed. I found out the bullet didn't come up out of the magazine far enough. Luckily it wasn't enough to where the hammer hit the primer, or it would've blown up in my face. I fixed the bullet, and put the gun back together. I said happily, "All fixed, and ready to take another life." She looked at me, "Impressive, by the way what's your name?" I said, "It's Kyle…but you can name me what you want." She stared at me smiling. She licked her lips, and handed me a collar with a tag on it, "Put it on. That's your name from now on." I read the name on the tag, "Shredder?" She said back to me, "That's your name don't wear it out." I looked at her, "It's better than my last name." She smirked at me, "Glad you like it." I looked at her selection of guns. She had almost everyone I've ever seen, but the one I took notice on the most was a Scar H with grenade launcher attachment, 10x scope, and rubber stock to decrease recoil. I picked up the gun, and was nearly slobbering over it. I held the gun to my shoulder, and looked down the sights. I put the gun on the rack, and walked over to my Master to watch her. I looked at her and finally worked up the courage to ask, "Master, I know I won't call you by it, but may I know what your name is?" She looked at me quizzically, "It's Phoebe." "That's a beautiful name." I said to her. She said back, "Thank you." I smiled, "Your welcome." She smiled at me. I watched her mix a bunch of chemicals and liquids and things together for about five minutes then I smelled someone behind the door to get in here. I started growling, and showing some teeth. I got on all fours, and walked to the door. I waited for the door to open, and I jumped on him. I had my hands in a position to snap his neck in a 180-degree spin. I was about to snap his neck, and Master said, "STOP HE'S ON OUR SIDE!" I stared at him, "Sorry, I didn't know." I got off of him, and walked back to my Master's side. The stranger got up, and walked to Master. I growled a little, from protection, and she told me to shut up. I obeyed, and crawled in the corner tail between my legs. I watched for a little while then I soon drifted off to sleep from boredom, and fatigue.
End of Chapter 1