The Great Devourer's Revenge Part 1

by Ninjagoninjagirl590

Cole has always been the team leader to watch his teams back...and now he needs to protect them from a threat like no other. A mysterious man comes upon him and he KNOWS Cole...but Cole doesn't have a clue who he is. As he struggles to find out, the man keeps trying to kill him...who is this man? And why does he want to kill Cole?

3. Chapter 3: Plan of Revenge

Chapter 3: Plan of Revenge

(Dev's PoV)

I was sitting in my den, my cave...my home. Sharpening my weapons, especially the dagger I used to stab Cole with. After I have finished, I examined the sharp blades with amazement, perfect edges, handle firm, and of course the shine of them was absolutely remarkable.

I held one, a blade in my hands. I practiced fighting with the wooden dummy set up in front of me, I brought down my blade at a 50 quarter angle, enabling me to chop the dummy in half. "Yeah...now that's a keeper." I said.

I put down my blade and sat outside on the top of my cave, listening to the sounds of the black night, I let the frigid breeze blow against my face...I chuckled as I heard the whispers between them, saying: 'wind thi blow'' 'wind thi blow'. "Thus...another successful mission complete." I spoke to myself.

But at least...I thought so, just after my lone victory, a large dog with dark brown fur, with a white mane walked towards me, this was my wolf, Rontu, who has always been loyal to me and me only. "Ah, there you are. Where have ya been? I was just listenin to the sounds of the night." He barked loudly, my smile faded...ever since I met him I have gained the ability to understand creatures language...what Rontu said...could not be true. "He's what?!" I yelled, my happiness faded. My wolf barked louder this time enough for a bunch of bloody birds to hear. I pounded my fist hard on the roof, making the cave shake, "That son of a bitch! How could he have survived that stab?!" I walked back into my cave, Ronto followed in silence. I grabbed the same blade and walked out, putting on my black hooded sweater. "If he wants to live he better pray for his bloody life after I'm through with him." I snarled, taking off towards wherever...my brother was.