So here is the second chap thanks to both 6 people reviewing and 2 of them getting the question right.

So without further delay…

CONGRADULATIONS: SolemnSoul and natcat5 for getting the name of the movie right! It was indeed "Fluke" and if everyone could give them a round of applause it would be very kind of you. And I would like SolemnSoul and natcat5 to give themselves a nice pat on the back.

Also I would like to thank: xXShadowRebalXx, rei (I will be taking you advice into account), addenza and Black Alice Butterfly, for taking the time to review.

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…Drip…Drip...

"One, three, four, six"

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"Eight, eleven, twelve, fifteen…!"

…Drip… Drip…

"Sixteen! Nineteen! Twenty-one! Twenty-three…!"

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"Twenty-four!! Twenty-five!! Twenty-eight!! Thirty!! Shut up… "

…Drip…Drip…

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up…"

…Drip…Drip…Drip-

"Ahgggg!! Will you shut up already!"

"AHHHHHHH! Mommy! Mommy! The wolf tried to bite me!" screamed a high pitched voice in fear.

Allen Walker stared dumbly out of the rusted bars of the cage he stood in, towards the small girl who now clung onto her hassled mother's long blue skirt. He was so absorbed in his thoughtless annoyance that it took him a long while to unravel the simple sight outside of the forsaken cage he was locked up in.

A young woman looked down at the crying girl clinging to her skirt for a moment, then glanced up at Allen her eyes exposing her fear of the large sight before her. "Let's go see the magic show Lucy it should be starting about now" she said and proceeded to lead the teary eyed girl away from the rusted cage, with a noticeable urgency in her steps.

"Just like the rest of them…" muttered Allen as he resumed his relentless pacing that had already long ago worn a rough trail into the wooden floor of the cage. Anyone looking at him would instantly get the meaning of 'caged animal'.

Allen had watched for the past two months as countless people gawked up at him with disbelieving eyes. Or a teen walk timidly up to within fifteen or so feet to his cage, and through a rock or something of the sort at him after a lost bet with his friends, in an attempt to get a reaction from him.

In the beginning this would never get him to so much as blink for he had been smart enough to do so, but as the days turned to week s and the weeks dragged into months, Allen found he was losing more of himself with each passing pair of eyes. And soon enough anyone and anything that dared to through any such projectile at him could expect a nice shock as he threw himself against the pars of his cage snarling like a rabid dog.

Today was just such a day in which he felt that hopeless feeling of losing a part of himself with every minute that trickled by. He would usually be pacing on these days muttering one thing or another to himself. Today's mutterings was a recounting from one to thirty, although he never did count them out in order for the most part.

It was raining this particular day; less people were around but it was still fairly busy. Allen didn't like the rain; it was a sorrowful sight that always brought back the memories of the past. These memories he knew he would never be able to go back to, no matter how much he wished it. But maybe it was better that way; they'd all probably just fear him like all the others did now.

But he didn't blame them. After all the very reason for this was why he was locked in this sorry excuse for a cage. And what is this all so miraculous reason you ask?

He was a wolf, and a large one at that; his muscular shoulders rose several inches then even the tallest mans waist and his head was nearly twice the width of a human's skull. And if someone were to even take a glimpse at his four in-a-half inch long dagger like fangs most would instantly see death flash right before their eyes. His size was of such proportions actually that no one yet, specialist or not, had been able to figure out the exact breed of wolf he was.

But he was a magnificent beast or so the several rich merchants and traveling traders said. It was they who attempted to buy him away from the ringmaster, who was the one keeping him locked up in the rusted cage, and also a broker hired by the Earl to keep him locked up. Allen had long lost count of how many times he had felt the uncontrollable urge to rip the man's jugular out of his throat, just to get the satisfaction of watching him suffer as he now did.

Allen's snow white coat gleamed with an unnatural sheen that seemed to make him glow with radiance. His eyes had kept their misty gray in color despite his wolf lineage. Over the left eye he bore a scar that ended in a red splotch looking as if someone had somehow removed the original form it had once held. The scar gave the wolf a fierce look only adding to the fear he struck within the people who set eyes on him.

But the most recognizable of his features was his left foreleg that was blackened and bare of nearly all but one or two uneven patches of the white fur. It truly looked as if someone had lit the limb on fire and let it burn till black and dead. But he was still able to use the leg quite fine, save for the sporadic stiffness it sometimes took on.

…Drip…Drip…Drip…

"Ah! Now we see the reason towards my irritation" said Allen, triumphantly at a small puddle that had now formed itself in the far left corner of his much-to-small cage, steadily being added onto drop after drop. It was a truly and utterly annoying sound that vibrated though his head in a constant dull pulse.

Allen padded over the few feet he needed to stand over the puddle and sat at its wet edge. He glared at the puddle as if in a starring contest with his reflective self it projected at him. The white wolfs concentration on the puddle was quickly shattered, with the small waves another drop of water set off upon hitting the puddles clear surface.

Bending his head, he lapped up the clear liquid from the floor, suddenly becoming aware of just how parched his throat was. Emptying the shallow depression of wood from any trace of water but a wet dampness, Allen proceeded to drag his feet to the driest part of the cage and lay down. It often took him by surprise just how tired he always got nowadays to a point where he would almost without warning, collapse for several hours each day with nearly no way of waking him.

Perhaps this was because of the constant pacing he took part in each day, or maybe it was the lack of food he received that brought on the sudden drowsiness. He did not know for certain, and frankly… he didn't care in the least.

Laying his head over the massive paws that made up a good portion of his front legs he let his half-lidded eyes drift about his surroundings taking in the fewest of detail he could. A person here, a dog or two there; it was all simply meaningless to him. What was he to care about them? They obviously didn't give a dam about him anyway.

Allen gradually let his eye lids fall till, when the last of the people had left for home, and all that was left were the dimming rays of the sun on the far horizon, he was deep in sleep. Unaware of the spiky haired girl standing in the shadows, a broad grin stretching from ear to ear, with a small twinkle in her menacing blue eyes.

"I've finally found you… Allen-kun~"


Ok, ok I know it's short. But what can I say I got a cold and my head is killing me! Honestly I was literally planning to leave the thing at 500 words. So try to think of it as a really big chapter. And if you can't do that make it seem longer and read it over twice, then technically it will be over 2,000 words.

Ok so I have this poem I wrote about two years ago called "Untamed", that just to make this chap seem a bit longer decided to add:

UNTAMED

I'm wild I'm free, strong as the wind.

I own the freedom to run through forests and fields of my own will.

For I am the untamed wolf, who runs the untamed land's.

Man have tried, man have failed.

For still my freedom prevails.

He may own the oceans, own the sky's…

Even tame the untamed forest's that I once called mine…

But never shall man own nor tame my kind!

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Inspiration: As I wrote this two years ago so I'm not so sure what my inspiration for this poem was, but if memory serves me right it was the book :"Call of The Wild" that gave me the inspiration for it.