Blood Soaked Wolf.

Chapter 1

fighter

I don't believe Jason Wynn is going to look into to this, I look side ways at Jason he was a powerful man that commanded respect from every one around him, mainly because he was a nobles representative he wore a tailor made suit, had brown hair down to the bottom of his neck, and had dark brown almost red eyes.

He also had a goatee and a Cuban sager in his hand, he was massive, about 6'3 and belt like a tank. And the other thing that made people respect him was that he seemed to radiate evil the way he walked and talk, the way he could watch a man get beaten to death with out blinking or showing any emotion what so ever.

As for me I was his body guard, priest by normal line of work but certain events made me change my line of work to a noble's guard dog. I wore black slightly scruffy suit with a white shirt that was open slightly at the top, cross cufflinks and normally carried my weapon on my back but I didn't need it for this.

Jason and I were being lead through a small temporary camp made up of huge SUV's out in the middle of nowhere, the sky was dark and heavy with rain clouds and there was a cold wind blowing throw the camp.

The man leading us was a stocky man that had gone to see in the last few years but he still had a lot of muscles left over from his prime. He wore an old green tank top with an old combat trouser (glad I see he got dressed for the accession) long dirty hair down to his shoulders, bloodshot brown eyes and he hadn't shaven for a while.

Trailing him was a small boy of around 11; he was reasonably built considering he was a slave. The boy wore an old dirty black shirt and jeans, all his cloths were covered in tears and seemed to be stained with blood, he had short spiked black hair which hadn't been washed ever by the looks of it. I couldn't make out the kids face he was looking down at the floor and his face was in shadow. Poor kid if I was here with out Jason I would help the kid but oh well it was only a slave, the very thought made my blood boil.

The man leading us suddenly stopped at a large flat bed truck which look like it had a load of windows on it with the curtains down, each curtain had a three digits number on it. "Right you're ready to see him" asked the man clapping his hands together with a slimy smile; Jason took another long draw off his Cigar, unimpressed.

The man rub his hands together obviously getting nerves, the boy stood there next to his master looking down at the floor. The man reached up to the curtain behind him that had triple eight on it and pulled it back. A small cage about the size of a very small car, in the middle was a wolf. "That's a wolf; a wolf can't fight in the dog arena!" I said in annoyance. I came down all this way to see some drunken fat ass and his pet wolf. The man looked up in mild surprised and said, "Arr I see you have a sharp eye mister………"

I looked at him sternly in the eyes, as he smiled slyly and looked back at his wolf. I wasn't going to tell the man my name. "You'd be surprised on how many wolves there are in the fights. The raining champ is a wolf. All those ignorant fools think they are extinct, but they should open there eyes more". He paused for a moment. "You just got to know the right people." He looked back at me with the annoying smile on his lips.

"He doesn't look like much," Jason said boredly, taking another draw from his cigar. "This is my friend, is triple eight. He has won every event with such varsity; it will scare the living shit out of you, and his barley out of his pup hood. The wolf opened his eyes lazily, his eyes weren't wolf's eyes, wolf eyes were amber, and yet his were a dead grey like the fire that once made them amber had died. I couldn't see much of him except he was missing one ear and the other one looked like it had been shredded.

The wolf closed his eyes and went back to sleep. . "How do you keep it under control" I look at him to see the mans face light up god this guy pisses me of, "Aarr that's the clever part you see the little amber light on the back of his head, that's his shock collar all I have to do is press this button" he gestured to his right, there was a white bracelet with a loads of buttons and one big red one and a little screen. "I can send any amount of electricity throw his body I can kill him with one posh of a button" he said with proud look on his faces. "All my dog's and slaves have them on." I look back at the boy, right he was. The collar was about two inches thick and stuck out by an inch with two lights on it one red that was not on and the other was amber which was flashing.

I tighten my hands into fists, this guy was animal putting shock collar on a kid he was sick. Just then Jason turned and started to walk away.

The man raised his hands and his face fell. "Wait" he said desperately, serves you right you fat f.

Jason stopped and turned his head slightly and my lady will pay the dog entrants fee for the championship fight. The man's face light up in excitement and glee, "But if he loses you will expertness my ladies wrath" and with that he started walking off again.

The man looked back at me the arrogant smile playing his lips then tern his back on me, I turned and walked back to the car where Jason was already setting in lighting a new sager I got in next to him looking started followed I was pissed marjory pissed, as the car polled away I looked back to see the man kick the boy to the floor and shout at him and pointing at the cages if this dog lose I will personally pay the ass hole a visit.

my first go at a fan fic plz tell me what you think

be gentil

big thanks to xbluex and vivienne04 for all there help.