Splinters of Destiny: A Fan Fiction Story in 5 Acts
Act I -- The Morning After
In a world of cold hard realities, Wolf came to consciousness experiencing what he felt was one of the coldest and hardest. It came in the form of a tiled surface, which was unaccountably wedged up against his cheek, grinding into his jaw and digging into his left shoulder. As he became more fully awake, he realized that the sensation was not limited to these areas, but instead ran the length of his aching body from head to toe. His addled brain finally cleared enough for him to realize that he was lying naked on the kitchen floor in Virginia's apartment.
Wolf lifted his head, and when this did not result in any further disorientation, he carefully sat up. Reaching up to the countertop to pull himself into a standing position, he inadvertently knocked over a teacup that had been balancing precariously on the edge. Miraculously, he managed to somehow catch it, just as he heard Virginia call out, "Wolf? Are you up already?"
Normally Wolf would not have been shy in anticipation of the fact that the love of his life was about to walk in on him as he was unclothed. However, the inability to justify his position, or to even remember how he'd gotten there, created a guilty sense of having been caught in the act of -- he knew not what. As Virginia walked into the kitchen, yawning, Wolf stood up quickly. Noticing that he still had the teacup in his hand, he put it where Adam would have worn his fig leaf.
"Wolf! What are you doing naked in the kitchen? Dad's got a robe you can use," Virginia said, and then she grinned. "Oh, and by the way, that teacup just isn't doing the job..." Wolf looked down and jumped. He quickly grabbed a dish towel and held it in front of himself, but dropped the teacup in the process and this time it smashed on the floor. "Oh, Virginia, I'm sorry...I hope it wasn't an heirloom or anything..." Wolf managed to croak out, and suddenly he realized he could add a hoarse throat to his list of complaints.
Virginia laughed. "Don't worry, it wasn't. Anyway, I wasn't planning on using it ever again." She walked up to him, avoiding the broken pieces of crockery . "Why so modest? You weren't this shy last night," she said, putting her arms around his neck and looking up at him. "In fact, you were pretty wild. Of course, the moon was full... "
Wolf sighed and hung his head. "Virginia, I have a confession to make. I just woke up here on the floor. I have no idea how I got here. I have a feeling -- I've been out all night." He pulled away from her and lifted up each foot in turn.
The soles of his feet were black with grime.
Act I -- The Morning After
In a world of cold hard realities, Wolf came to consciousness experiencing what he felt was one of the coldest and hardest. It came in the form of a tiled surface, which was unaccountably wedged up against his cheek, grinding into his jaw and digging into his left shoulder. As he became more fully awake, he realized that the sensation was not limited to these areas, but instead ran the length of his aching body from head to toe. His addled brain finally cleared enough for him to realize that he was lying naked on the kitchen floor in Virginia's apartment.
Wolf lifted his head, and when this did not result in any further disorientation, he carefully sat up. Reaching up to the countertop to pull himself into a standing position, he inadvertently knocked over a teacup that had been balancing precariously on the edge. Miraculously, he managed to somehow catch it, just as he heard Virginia call out, "Wolf? Are you up already?"
Normally Wolf would not have been shy in anticipation of the fact that the love of his life was about to walk in on him as he was unclothed. However, the inability to justify his position, or to even remember how he'd gotten there, created a guilty sense of having been caught in the act of -- he knew not what. As Virginia walked into the kitchen, yawning, Wolf stood up quickly. Noticing that he still had the teacup in his hand, he put it where Adam would have worn his fig leaf.
"Wolf! What are you doing naked in the kitchen? Dad's got a robe you can use," Virginia said, and then she grinned. "Oh, and by the way, that teacup just isn't doing the job..." Wolf looked down and jumped. He quickly grabbed a dish towel and held it in front of himself, but dropped the teacup in the process and this time it smashed on the floor. "Oh, Virginia, I'm sorry...I hope it wasn't an heirloom or anything..." Wolf managed to croak out, and suddenly he realized he could add a hoarse throat to his list of complaints.
Virginia laughed. "Don't worry, it wasn't. Anyway, I wasn't planning on using it ever again." She walked up to him, avoiding the broken pieces of crockery . "Why so modest? You weren't this shy last night," she said, putting her arms around his neck and looking up at him. "In fact, you were pretty wild. Of course, the moon was full... "
Wolf sighed and hung his head. "Virginia, I have a confession to make. I just woke up here on the floor. I have no idea how I got here. I have a feeling -- I've been out all night." He pulled away from her and lifted up each foot in turn.
The soles of his feet were black with grime.