Hello all, and welcome to the chapter. Got some nasty storms over the last few days, so there wasn't a big opportunity to write, but I've got some time now! The John Adams Mini Series Theme Song is playing, and my fingers are prime for typing. Thanks go to all who reviewed the last chapter. PLEASE DO NOT FORGET TO KINDLY LEAVE ME A REVIEW! Well, I have done enough blabbing, so without any further ado, here is the chapter!
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When Justin finally regained consciousness, he was not a happy wolfdog. The emotion that was most evident was betrayal. All he and Steele had worked for, all the two of them had done was now for nothing.
Steele.
That was a name that Justin had once revered, once followed, and once worshipped. But now, all that name did was leave a very bitter taste in his mouth, and all Justin felt towards his old friend had turned to hatred.
All Justin desired as for the fate of Steele was death. Justin wanted to be the one who stood over his old friend's lifeless corpse, Steele's warm, scarlet blood lightly flowing through his paws.
The former human then took the opportunity to reflect on his tale of the past. In his first life, Justin Wawanaka had been born under the name Linus Dresden in a United States military base in Poland.
However, his mother, a nurse at the base, had died in childbirth, and the boy's father was incarcerated at the time, so little Linus had been given to a young couple that was moving to Honolulu, Hawaii.
The couple, Reggie and Shani Wawanaka, thereby changed the boy's name to Justin.
His life of violence had begun before he had even met Steele, at the tender age of six…
"Hey look, it's the little dweeb! How are you Justina? Stupid as usual?"
The gang of older boys took young Justin's lunchbox and began holding it over his head. Justin tried leaping repeatedly to retrieve it from the air, but each attempt proved unsuccessful.
With each failed attempt, the roaring laughter of the older boys simply grew louder and louder. At the same time, Justin's anger grew greater and greater.
After a few more trials, Justin snapped, and the young boy took a course of action that would become his first tip-toe into the sociopathic mindset.
The young boy found two medium sized rocks on the grass beneath his feet. Quickly, Justin whittled one of them into the shape of a point.
With his chocolate brown eyes narrowed into tight slits, Justin reared back his arm, and threw the pointed stone directly at the ringleader of those whom had abused him constantly.
The stone hit its target.
The pointed rock went directly in the ringleader's eye, causing bright scarlet blood to point out of the new wound. He immediately dropped the lunchbox, and collapsed to the ground, screaming and crying in extreme, raw pain.
His friends immediately called out for a teacher, rushing to the side of their fallen friend. Justin, eyes still narrowed, simply picked up his lunchbox and calmly walked away from the scene, as if nothing had happened at all.
It was the first time Justin drew blood, and it most certainly would not be the last.
Justin grinned evilly as he reflected on the memory. The bully had permanently lost sight in that eye, and was required to wear an eye patch for the rest of his life simply to keep the ghastly wound covered.
The young prince of the wolves approached the main cave, and sniffed the ground. The alpha and his mate, a common dog, who were technically his parents, had been out of the den for several hours now, and Justin figured it was unlikely that they would be returning any time soon.
As Justin walked inside the cave, he saw his two younger half-siblings eagerly awaiting his return. They shared the same father as Justin, as the alpha had an adulterous affair with one of the pack's younger females.
Needless to say, his mate was not too pleased when she found out.
The pups padded quickly up to him and nipped at him playfully. "Mbwa, Mbwa, it's so great to see it again!"
Justin snarled angrily, and swatted the two little pups aside. "I thought that I have told you two assholes that my name is Justin. It ain't Mbwa, it's Justin. Freaking Justin. You two little nimrods understand?"
The two little pups whimpered in a mixture of fear and sorrow, before scurrying off into the back of the cave.
Justin laughed in dark amusement as he walked deeper into the cave. He got an odd sensation from beating down on his two younger siblings, a sensation that he enjoyed quite thoroughly.
The wolfdog would have pondered more on that thought, but Justin felt that there was some very symbolic business that urgently needed to be taken care of.
Justin unsheathed a single claw, and he began to make marks in the soil floor of the cave. He drew slowly, making sure that every single letter was absolutely pristine. It took the former human nearly an hour to finish his picture, but once he did, it was quite the magnificent sight.
E
W I L L
D I E
E
W I L L
D I E
E
W I L L
D I E
The picture symbolized Justin's ultimate goals, and there were only two of them, both quite simple.
Justin would kill Steele and take over the Pridelands by force, or he would die trying. There was no other option.
Phew, that was exhausting! Well, that is going to be all that I am going to write for now. Thanks go to everybody for reading! As I mentioned previously, PLEASE DO NOT FORGET TO KINDLY LEAVE ME A REVIEW! Well, I have babbled enough, so I m going to check out. Take care and thanks for reading!