Hello people! I have a small note here. I won't be doing any more intros and outros for this story unless it's something really important. So other than that, please enjoy the story!
Ice crunched loudly under my paws as I spirted through the forest. I could still hear the helicopter faintly. I run as fast as I could, tempted to ditch my kit. The two bags hastily striped to my mid-section bounce slightly as I slipped through the dark forest.
Braches were stuck in my fur, tangling and scratching at my skin. The helicopter blades had grown almost silent in the distance. As I has about to pour on the speed for one last ditch effort, I tripped over a stray tree root. I tumble for a few seconds, hitting my head a few time. By the time I had come to a rolling stop there was a ringing in my ears. The helicopter's soft hum had disappeared into the darkness.
I looked down at my paws as my vertex black fur retreated into my normal pale skin. I grow back to my human size of five feet. Hot tears ran down my face as my deep black hair returned back to its natural length. "They're gone," I said to myself. I soft sob escaped my throat as I realized the reality of the situation. This wasn't just some game of tag or hide and seek, where they'd just come out when I gave up. My family had been taken by the very same people who had made us outcasts. The same people who stole us away from our real families. The same people who would kill to have their way.
Fear had struck a chord. My kit had slipped to the ground when I had transformed back to human. I quickly grabbed it, changed into my clothes (I'll explain later), and strapped on my C- Maker. It is a machine I made myself. It takes clouds and turns them into a floating plasm, thick enough to stand on but thin enough to be contained and ejected from, a canister.
I quickly pulled out my emergency phone, typing in the correct passcode. A large map appeared on the screen; a small grouping of six dots were concentrated in an area of Georgia. I quickly zoomed in, instantly interested. As I moved in closer the dots spread some, but not much. Two seemed to be in a city, while the rest were together in an apartment complex. The two separated dots were moving slowly down streets towards the others. Without thinking, I started in the direction of the city.
Guess now is a good time as any to catch you up. That wolfie transformation thing was what I was talking about last chapter. I literally have the ability to change into a wolf; fur, ears, tail, four legs, etc. When I change, I really can't keep my clothes meant for a twelve year old, on a two feet wolf. That's part of what my kit is for. It's filled with a spear set of clothes, water, three bags of gold fish, my emergency cell, a first aid bag, and a lighter. The kit is made from two medium sized massager bags and strips of fabric that secure the bags to the either side of my wolf form's torso. When in human form the strips can be tighten to felt as a belt, leaving the bags to hag off the sides. I made them myself. My whole family uses them a lot.
The phone is something I don't know much about either. All I know is that Re gave them to all of us. He told us that if we got slit up or were in trouble, we needed to find the dots. I hadn't understood at the time. Back when I was smaller and weak, and quite frankly, kinda dumb. I'd never though that "the big bad people" would come and take my family away. But now it was different, and I was now smart enough to know that I needed help to find my siblings.
You should also know that before I was born and had DNA injected into me, I had a bit of an overdose. Instead of the 2 percent avian, 23 percent lupus like my mutant relatives, I'm 2 percent avian and 28 percent lupus. So instead of only being tasked with changing into a wolf and having wings, I have I tail and ears even in human form. My DNA also affects my wings too. While the rest of my family has normal wings, as normal as wings on a dog person could be, I have one normal wing. It's a dark shade of black with a slight tint of green. The other, however is made of thick fur, much like the fur that covers me was a wolf.
My wings, ears and tail aren't the only things that are weird about me. My eyes also kinda scream mutant freak too. While normally their just an emerald green, when I feel a strong emotion, like anger or fear, my pupils turn to slits. I'm not even sure wolfs do that!
But now I suppose you're all caught up. So likes not doddle, I'm trying to save the world here!
It had taken me a total of two days to find the red dots. They lived right outside the city of Atlanta, Georgia in a neighborhood called Knights' cottages. I had arrived sometime after midnight, and was practically dead on my feet. There was a small forest behind their complex, I had decided to sleep there for the night.
I was working my way through my last bag of gold fish when a the phone vibrated. As I looked at the screen hope filled my eyes. I quickly answered, tears of joy clouded my vision. "Hello, is this Rye Blackwell," the voice was someone's I didn't know. "No, you have the wrong number," I said, rage flowed freely in my whispered tone as I hung up. Sleep come soon after, followed closely by birds chirping, signaling the morning had come. The sky was still pink with the sun rising from the east. I quickly changed into my human form, as I had been asleep as a wolf to ovoid attention. Newly ready for the day, I entered quickly into the apartment complex.
As I looked at the dots one the screen of the phone, I conformed this was the right place. Before I knocked on the door I quickly straighten my beanie, making sure my ears were hidden. My hair reached all the way to my knees, doing a very well job of hiding my tail. Most of the time I put it into slightly more controllable ponytails, but that left my tail completely visible, so I only did that around my family
As I knocked on the door to the apartment I heard shuffling behind the door. Based on how loud it sounded to me, it most likely was the sound of someone rolling over in bed on the other side of the house. Two words, sonic hearing. I knocked again, knowing that there was someone inside. This time I heard a groan coupled with the sound of steps moving toward the door. The door open about three seconds later. A girl stood behind it looking like she was about to yell at me. She had brown hair with brown eyes, she wore a gray, loose fitting T-shirt with red P.J pants. The T- shirt read, "Morning person. Not."
She continued to glare at me for a moment, then said in a groggy voice, "what." "Um, do you know someone name Re." The sound of my brother's name seemed to catch her off guard. Her eyes widened as she looked to see if anyone was around. Then she yanked me through the door, closing it behind me.