Running with wolves 12
"Well, we'll be back momentarily, Zak, why don't you show Clare the gym area, get some training in?" Drew offered more to me than to Zak.
"Sure, C'mon Clare," Zak said now looking a little excited. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up off the cushiony footstool I had sat on. I barely had enough time to dodge the oncoming side table with Zak yanking me past like a dog on a leash. I trotted, sped up a little to keep up with him. I could've gone much faster but decided against it, since I wasn't sure how long the hall was exactly (I had a good idea) and I wasn't sure which door lead to the gym.
When we arrived at the entrance we walked up a good deal of stairs that went straight up in a continuous line to a small balcony that lead to the door. It was framed with some very sturdy looking metal and it had two large windows, one on top of the other. When Zak pushed the heavy looking door open we walked out onto a canopy. The canopy had windows that allowed you to see into the hall and a staircase that went down, probably perfectly aligned to the one on the way up and at the bottom, the room was wide, and quite large. It could've been an empty auditorium. The far wall was rounded into an oval shape and the floor was matted with orange mats near the middle of the room. The rest of the room had a rubbery yellowish floor, and the walls were a soft black, or dark grey with orange wall lining.
"Interesting color choices," I commented. "It's very different from all the pale, soft colors in the other rooms."
"Yeah, Not many people except us come back here, so we went all out with our theme colors."
"I can definitely see that," I mumbled to myself.
"So quick question, if you're a werewolf…. Are there vampires too?"
"What makes you think that?"
"Well the whole twilight thing…"
"No I do not THINK vampires exsist."
"Oh," he said. "That would be cool."
"No it wouldn't! They drink blood! That like couldn't be grosser!"
"Well wolves eat wild raw things all the time, and its almost always alive, and almost always has blood." I face palmed.
"Hey, ok, I don't eat things like that…"
"Well I mean you must, Epsilon thinks your kind even resorts to eating people!" I sighed.
"Ok well maybe there was one time I was about to rip Francis to shreds…. But I didn't! I controlled myself!" I said regaining the memory of when I exited the train.
"Whoa! What? You almost ate Francis? Now that's just nasty!"
"The point is I didn't and I was in control, I could've but I didn't."
"Stop repeating yourself!"
"Oh moany groany." I said quitting on the subject. "Ya know? Epsilon thinks all werewolves are uncontrollable murderers but I'm not! I stopped before I ate his little Martian of an agent!" I said just realizing this.
"Martian huh? That's a good one."
"I know right?"
"It's like he's a little green man."
"Why are we talking about this, I thought we were training."
"Yeah, um we're supposed to be but we got off topic," he admitted. "That was probably my fault," he confessed again.
"Yeah… Um well how are we going to train?"
"Umwell…. Let's try combat first," he suggested smiling cheesily.
"Sure," I agreed. I got into a combat crouch and he got in his little stance as well.
"Ready… Set… Go!" He charged at me, which was a bad move, a wolf's instincts tells him/ or her to never strike first, it is the best most surest way to make sure you've lost. I was ready for this and I grabbed him by his ankle and flipped him.
"Ow…. Whoa…" He looked a little dizzy but pulled out of it quickly. He jumped up and leaped back. He smirked and tried an uppercut but I jumped up high enough so I was over his height and kicked him down.
"Hey no fair!" he muttered. It was my turn to smirk. He pulled out his weapon.
"Clare, me the claw, the claw, meet Clare's face." He shot the claw end at me and I dodged as it shot over my head and pulled back. I looked at him then ran in the opposite direction.
"Oh now you're scared?" he chortled. Instead of getting the trapped critter against the wall feeling I ran up the wall and back flipped phasing to a wolf in mid back bend. I smiled and growled. I was much bigger then Zak as a wolf.
"That was too cool!" He told me now distracted. Then I remembered that was the first time he had actually gotten a clear view of me changing into a wolf.
My first action: I pounced and growled pinning his feeble arms down to the ground. I gave him a look that said, "I win," and I got off his back about it.
"Oh! Ok then! I say Remat-"
"Zak, Clare?" Drew asked from inside the videophone.
"Yeah mom?" Zak's reply was a question as he picked up the phone to answer, as he held up one hand to me, keeping me from getting a head start on the rematch. He kept eyeing me while he spoke though.
"Doyle is here, so come on up."
"K, bye."
"C'mon!" he gestured to me to go up the stairs. "Aren't you going to change?" I shook my head. The stairs were much to thin for me so I jogged backwards and then ran forward springing off my hind legs and catching on to the tough railing and pulling myself up. Zak stared at me mouth swinging open and eyes wide with disbelief. I snickered to my inner self and gave him a look that said, "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies." I turned my head away and I squeezed through the door and jumped off the side of the mini stand. I landed with a thud on all fours and Zak ran and tried to catch up. We slowed to a stop before he jumped a little and then sprinted forward. I went a little faster and nipped at him for even thinking he could beat me.
As we entered the main room in the house my claws clinked on the floor and everyone looked up. Zak was cracking up now for some reason. I have no idea why.
"Doyle, this is Clare-" she was cut off.
"A giant wolf?"
Doc sighed. "Clare do you-" He didn't even need to ask. I turned back into myself with the same ragged and torn clothing on.
"Whoa, didn't see that coming." He stated quietly, quickly and seriously.
"Doyle this is Clare in HUMAN form," Zak reintroduced me.
"Zak, she can do it herself," Drew scolded.
"No, I think it's pretty clear who I am," I said taking a look around.
"I'm Doyle. Drew's brother, Zak's uncle." Doyle was a tall muscular looking guy (a little younger looking then Doc); he had red hair that was styled into a Mohawk. It was then that I wondered how in the world he was related to Drew.
"Hey, um Doc, Drew, Do the secret scientists know about this?" he asked. Zak's parents' eyes widened. I looked at Zak who held the same expression.
"Well… Epsilon knows… he was the one who wolf knapped her in the first place."
"And what was he planning on?" Doyle asked.
"He was going to kill me." I cut in now a little concerned myself. "Who are the secret scientists?" I added.
"They're a group of people, we are a part of who discover things before evil people get the chance. They are important and are willing to protect the earth from anything. Which worries me…" Drew trailed. Now I was frozen.
"Epsilon is one of them?" I guessed.
"Yup. The scientists used to be our good friends and then they learned that Zak was kur, and they suddenly grew a little less friendly." Doc explained.
"Why'd you ask Doyle?"
"No reason, but doesn't it seem like Epsilon might try and make them see his side, and gain their help?"
My eyes searched his face and then the Saturday's faces. I obviously knew what it meant but Zak went on and played the part of Captain Obvious.
"That's right! He is probably going to try to gain their alliance."
I frowned at Zak. Then looked at everyone's faces. All eyes were on me, as if they were awaiting a reaction.
"Well it is good in one way." Everyone stared at me appalled at what I had said.
"Huh?" Zak gaped.
"If that's the case, this means Epsilon believes he can't get me with just his agents. He may have invited more helpers but think about it if I was caught in a fight with him and his crew again, I would have a better chance than I thought."
Drew nodded as she took this in.
"That does seem to make sense," Doyle and Doc avowed at the same time. They slightly glared at each other.
I frowned. Really? I wondered if that was his plan. Didn't Epsilon have like whole squads training up in his little facility? Ugh, anyway…
"We should start training, for real."
"Hold on, maybe Doyle should take this one," Doc put forward.
"Whaaat?" Zak and Drew chimed.
"Me? Why?"
"You seemed to suitably trained Zak for the war, you could try to held Clare, right?"
"Yea, I mean I guess so," He slowly agreed.
"Then let the training begin," I murmured.
