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Catch me when I fall
Part 1- Rude Awakenings
Yorkshire-yesterday
The moon was bright that night. So bright, it cast its milky glow on a small Yorkshire village exposing the huddled figure squatting by the own hall. The figure was hunched over resting his head on his knees. His whole body shaking, he let out a small whimper of pain. The figure slowly straightened as the moon came out from behind a dark cloud. He threw off the thread bare cloak that had been covering his thin form, raised his face to the air and threw himself forward towards the nearest smell of blood.
Had anyone been looking out of the now deserted pubs lining the village square, they would have seen a broad shouldered man spring into a loping run and let a blood curdling howl drift up to the moon. But that was the problem, no one did look out, nobody saw the wolf draw closer to the houses, and so nobody called for help…………
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There was a girl, asleep in a small Yorkshire cottage. As she rolled stiffly onto her back, her dark ringletted hair spread out gracefully across her pillow. The last part of the wolf's functioning mind thought she looked like a young sleeping beauty, but the thought was pushed hastily aside. This one was young, about 15 years old; the other two were a decade ahead of her and besides, who needs an old werewolf anyway?
A low growl slipped from his muzzle as he pondered on how he was going to infect her. His eyes widened as he advanced on the child, his human side calling him to stop, and for a second the voice changed to that of a woman. A woman he knee, his vision flooded with pink. Shaking his head to dispel he thoughts another growl escaped his mouth. Hearing this sound, one of the elders groaned and the werewolf turned to check they were still asleep. Then a new smell filled his nostrils, one that made him stop, still staring towards the elders. Determination, the will to save. And as he turned back towards the girl, now sitting, in the bed, he felt something bubbling in the pit of his stomach, fear.
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The first punch landed probably hurt the girl more than it hurt the wolf but it did force his head back and knocked him off balance. Then the girl was up and on her feet. Had she been thinking straight, she would have run and hidden, but this girl deffinately wasn't thinking straight. One thing was on her mind, Louise. The word reverberated around inside her brain, obscuring ration though. Louise, pregnant, baby, save! In her mind, she was the only thing standing between half her family and a very grisly death and she wasn't going to let that happen.
So when the wolf, growling softly at the end of her bed leapt forward she didn't scream or cry, she threw herself to the left. Landing on her side on her Aunt and Uncle's bed, she jumped to her knees and scrambled forwards rolling of the side of the bed and grabbing the nearest sharp object, a razor. If werewolves existed, then the fables of their lust for blood were probably true as well. With less than a split second o think, she drew the razor down the inside of the left arm, then her right.
"Well," she gasped, "If this wolf wants blood then he can have some!" And with that she jumped forwards.
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The wolf didn't like this girl, prey weren't supposed to fight back this much. A little squirming was fine, but no punching and deffinately no moving when one launched oneself at them. This stupid girl had moved and at the last minuet as well. This meant the wolf didn't have time to pull back and before he knew it, had collided with a wall. A very hard wall. Two blows to the head in less than two minutes was not a god idea, for the hitter that was.
As the wolf's daze cleared, he felt a new urge to kill the small one, not just infect her, kill her. He spotted the girl across the room and then the smell that every carnivore loves to smell, blood. He heard her gasp something, then bounded forward across the bed in two strides. As he reached the end, she let the razor drop from her hand and jumped forward.
They met at the very edge of the bed, his scything claws, dripping with venom, connecting with her stomach as she thrust her body weight at her shoulders. A strangled gasp escaped her lips as his claws caught her stomach again but there was no time to think. Drawing her fist back for a second strike, a scream split the air in two. Both heads turned, slightly bemusedly, towards the source of the noise, the girl's Aunt, who now had her hand clapped across her mouth. Letting her fist collide with the wolf's right eye, the girl jumped backwards and sprang towards the door, spraying blood across the jade carpet, praying the wolf would follow.
Some people might say my life is in a rut,
But I'm quite happy with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more,
But I'm so happy I can't see the point.
Somethings happening here today
A show of strength with your boy's brigade and,
I'm so happy and you're so kind
You want more money - of course I don't mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society's got -
I'm going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow
Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I've enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
Me? I'm too busy dodging between the flak
What you see is what you get
You've made your bed, you better lie in it
You choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies put you down and their promises rust
You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
And the public wants what the public gets
But I don't get what this society wants
I'm going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
So let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow
We talk and we talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news and my body froze
The braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!
Going underground, I'm going underground! The jam- Going Underground
Well thats all for now folks. I hope you enjoyed it,I am planning on writing quite a few chapters and a few sequels, review me if you thinkI should.
Caz