Chapter 38: Pounce
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Scott jumped to his feet at the sound of footsteps. He peeked through the trees to see a strangely familiar face coming towards their clearing.
"What is it Scott?" Sharla whispered.
"I don't know shhh!"
Scott was about to tell her to run, when out of nowhere he saw someone jump from behind a tree and attack the young man.
"Oh my gosh," Sharla whispered horrified. "That's Dakota, Stephanie's friend. I met him here the other day. Scott help him."
Scott hesitated.
Xander smashed Dakota's head into the ground and grabbed his neck with one hand, with the other he held Dakota face down in the mud and put all his weight on top of him. Their minds met; Dakota's a jumbled mess of confusion, Xander's a powerful enemy destroying him from within. Xander taunted him with the images, Dakota tried to fight back, then nothing.
/You thought you were so powerful didn't you?/ Xander taunted. /Well, now you're gonna die, and so will all your.../
Something heavy sent him off Dakota and into the mud.
A large wolf stood on top of him, growling and digging his claws into his skin.
Xander used Dakota's power to send the wolf flying into a tree. Almost instantaneously another wolf landed on top of him, pushed him back into the mud and slapped his face with sharp claws.
He sent a rock flying at her head and she fell off whimpering.
Xander tried to crawl back to Dakota but the first wolf leapt at his throat, biting deep. The blood flowed down his shirt and his neck burned. Xander tried to used the power again but his mind had been blocked.
/You may be stronger than Dakota at the moment, but you aren't stronger than me/ a voice echoed in his mind.
Even from far away David could reach into minds, however, Xander couldn't see him.
/Good night Xander./
Xander struggled until blackness took over him.
Scott, realizing that he had passed out, let go and trotted over to Sharla who had returned to human form and knelt by Dakota. She turned him over on his back so that he could breathe.
"You okay?" Scott asked.
"I'm fine, but I don't think he is," she said. "We have to help him Scott, take him home, or something?" She sounded like a little girl who'd just found a little lost puppy.
"What if we can't trust him, we don't know anything about him," Scott said.
"Ski-ski," she used her nick-name for him. "Please, I met him in the woods yesterday. He's a fugitive like us. Please?"
Scott shook his head. "All right fine, but if he's trouble..."
"Thank you Ski-Ski!" She hugged him tightly. "Let's get the kids and Lana and Joe from the park and go home."
I hope I don't regret this, Scott thought. Oh well, what's the worst thing that could happen?
