Chapter Eight: Lost
"What the?"
A snow-white wolf leaped onto Kiba, fangs bared. It's muzzle and hindquarters were black.
"You've invaded my territory. Prepare to die!" it snarled.
"Get the hell off of him!" shouted a familiar voice. Hubb came running out of nowhere and flung himself at the enemy wolf. The wolf, along with Hubb, sailed in the air for a split second, and then came crashing down. The hostile wolf was now on the bottom. Hubb pulled out a bantam pistol and pulled the trigger. The wolf fell silent. Its head slumped to the ground. Thick red blood oozed out between its eyes.
"Kiba, are you all right?" questioned Hubb, running to Kiba's side. He ignored the destroyed carcass of his former divorcee.
"My leg…it's broken…." replied Kiba, "Where are the others?"
"I don't know yet. Let me see your leg." Kiba pulled up his left pant-leg. It was severely bruised. A bony protrusion stuck out in one area below his knee. Hubb took of his jacket and tore into strips. Then, he gathered some strong looking twigs from nearby. Holding the sticks up to the injured area of Kiba's leg, he wound the shrouds of cloth around and around. To insure that it would hold, he pulled out a packet of Chiclets, chewed them, and stuck them in the splint where it was needed most.
"Oh, one last thing," stated Hubb. He grabbed a thick, hardwood stick. "You can use this as a walking aid." He gave Kiba a hand, and the alpha male of the pack rose to his feet.
"Thank-you," Kiba thanked. Hubb handed him the walking stick. "Now, we better go find the others." Then the two began their trek deeper into the forest, in search of their missing comrades.
The fake Cheza propped herself against a tree. Things were not going as well as she planned. She broke her hand due to a rough landing. She also didn't have a clue on anyone else's status. Her cellphone buzzed in her pocket.
"Hello?"
"This is Luey, Second in Command. Did you kill them off?"
"One human confirmed dead."
"And the others?"
"I'm searching for them."
"Alright. I will leave you to your mission, Marduk -21990. Second in Command Luey signing off."
Marduk- 21990 stuffed the cellphone back into the pocket from which it came. She pulled out a packet of some thin, elongated throwing needles from the same pocket. She ripped the top of the packet off with her teeth.
"Now a hunting I will go…"
"Where…where am I?" wondered Toboe, lying eaglespread on the floor of the living quarters. He tried to remember what had happened beforehand.
To cope with the anxiety from Cher's funeral, Toboe decided to watch some TV. He asked Cheza for a glass of water, and she gladly served him one. Then, Cheza said she had something to attend to, and walked out of the room. Toboe took a sip of the water, and then spit it out immediately. It tasted awful, like rotten vegetables and meat. He left the water alone, and began to watch an episode of Gundam Wing. That's when the intercom blared, "ATTENTION ALL HANDS ON DECK! WE ARE DECREASING ALTITUDE AT FIVE THOUSAND METERS PER SECOND DUE TO ENGINE FAILURE! SECURE A PARACHUTE AT ONCE AND EXIT THE PLANE IMMEDIATELY!"
He got off the couch so fast that he slipped and knocked his head on the TV. The world then faded into darkness.
The smell of smoke drifted into his nose, and he sat up. The living quarters was full of smoke. Quickly piecing the present and past together, he realized that the plane had crashed with him still in it.
I have to get out of here! Now, I just have to be careful that I don't pass out again. He crawled on his hands and knees to the emergency escape hatch, and tumbled onto the ground, just inches from the plane.
He was about to get to his feet when a hostile voice said, " Don't get up. You're a slave of the Hojo Wolf Clan now." A semi circle of white wolves, with black muzzles and rears, surrounded him. The alpha male, the one who had spoken to him, ordered two other males to put chains and shackles on him.
"Now, are there any other survivors?" the alpha male interrogated.
To be continued…