Chapter IV: Only the Beginning

I let my hand slip down to my waist, where my gun was placed. Only hoping I could get to it in time to kill the assassin who stood behind me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a familiar voice said.

"Niju, what the-"

"Shut up," Niju cut me off. "Put your hands on the back of your head. NOW!"

I did as I was told, never trying to look back and see the face of my traitorous friend. This whole time I have been helping the enemy, and I hadn't even figured it out until it was too late. My mind was racing as I was trying to find a way to get far from Niju and his men, but there was no way. My thoughts were interrupted as I felt my pistol slide out of its holster. I finally glanced back and saw Niju toss it out the back of the truck.

I looked down at the bag and saw the gun and the grenades, but it wouldn't do any good. If I let the gun go off, I might miss and be killed. If I threw the grenade, I would be killed. If I didn't do a thing, most likely I would be killed. Every possible solution would lead to my death.

Niju saw me looking back at him and he leveled the gun at my head. "Turn around," he said.

"Why, Niju?" I asked.

"Why? Why?! For the money you idiot! You have always dragged me down, always wanting something in return. But not this time. This time it is all mine," he started a low chuckle. "Besides, you know me, Blake. Always on the winning side. Actually, I'm surprised it has taken you this long to figure it out."

"You and I both," I sighed.

"But you always were the smart type. Not a normal wolf, n...you're a very special wolf. And that's why we had to kill that white wolf you befriended. A terrible situation I was in, but businesses had to be the first priority," Niju said.

"What?"

"Oh, she didn't tell you. White wolves are quite rare, not many are born. But when they are, they are given certain...qualities, if you will. Yours, well...we won't get into that quite yet. But you were so close to discovering it, so we had to pull the plug."

Anger surged through me, filling me with a concoction of raw rage and pure madness. I felt my hands bundle up into balls as the veins in my arms grew. I felt my eyes glow with the golden yellow of a wolves, and a growl slip through my mouth. "You..." I started to say as sadness started to fill the empty spaces that the anger had missed. I got up and turned to wards Niju with lightning fast speed. "You bastard-"

A gun shot rose to meet my ear drums. I felt something lodge into my stomach, as an unseen force pushed me back a few steps. Something sapped at my energy, sending me to the ground. I let out a groan as I hit the trucks floor, with blood seeping to the floor. I put my hand to my stomach, and when I brought it back up, it was covered in blood.

I looked at Niju with bewilderment as the pain started to flow through my tired body. He had a look of satisfaction and shock, he probably didn't even realize he pulled the trigger. A small smile started to cross his lips, "Sorry about that, Blake. Always was fast on the trigger, eh?"

I had fallen right next to the bag and I knew what I had to do. I put my hand in the bag and I could hear Niju cock the pistol back for another shot. I wanted to go for the gun, but I knew that I wasn't in the condition to shoot. I went for the grenade instead.

Niju let off a warning shot right next to my head, "You won't win in a gun fight."

"Who said...anything about a gun fight?" I asked as I brought the grenade out of the bag. Niju's face was now drowned in terror, his gun dropping lower and lower. "You shoot me, we both die. Your choice, mate, only hope you make a good one."

He put the gun down a bit and I knew now was the time to act. I opened the panel that separated the back to the driver and passenger seats. As I ripped the pin out of the grenade, Niju popped off a shot that almost nailed my arm. He never was good with those quick draws. I gave him one last smile before I threw the grenade into the front seats of the truck. I heard a scream and the truck started to swerve.

Niju leveled his gun at my head, his face twisted in anger. But he lowered it and said, "Big mistake." He jumped back into the darkness as I heard something make a loud thunk. I looked out and saw Niju on top of a military jeep. He saw me and waved, a bright evil smile on his face. "See you later, Ryder."

I desperately wanted to jump onto the jeep and escape my ultimate death, but it was too late. The grenade went off and the front of the truck rose into the air. The panel that separated us blew out and let shrapnel fill the back. Thank God for the shearling coat, it shielded me from some of the blast, but some of it lodged itself into my sides and back.

The front part of the truck was still in the air and when it came down, I felt the truck leave the ground completely. I know this because it came to a crashing hold on its side. I was thrown into the roof and fell down, in terrible pain. I laid on my side for a few moments, my consciousness slowly slipping away. But that was only a part of the terror. I heard cracking and crunching under the truck and I could feel it slowly dropping lower.

"No, no, no, no, no...!" I yelled as the cliff that we had been thrown on slowly crumbled away. The military vehicle was falling, though I never made it. I hit my head on one of the metal bars that kept the canvas down and I was out in a flash.

But this was only the beginning.

*****So, good? bad? I know it was short, but at least you got another chapter. You guys know what organization I'm talking about? Actually, it was luck that I even thought of it (and help from kodiwolf321, haha), and the time period was perfect!

Thanks for the reviews and I am soooooooo sorry for my spelling mistakes! Normally, I'm working off of my dads computer and it doesn't spell check for me, but I finally got my own laptop so hopefully from here on out there shouldn't be as many spelling mistakes. And MajorBalto: Oh, okay, I gotcha. Yeah I totally agree! At least I don't have any people like that in my life. And someone ran over my fishing rod...I was loading the car, put it down and it fell to the ground. A pickup ran it over and didn't even stop, they probably sped up even more. It's amazing how fast people can drive when they're in trouble/did something bad, but they can't drive for their lives in rain!