The Feral Scream
CH I
AN: This takes place before The Hunt and just before The Ski Trip, just so you know.
Disclaimer: ADJL doesn't belong to me.
It was early the next day; the storm had broken after a few hours. But Lou Shi believed this was a calm before an even bigger-- and bloodier-- storm. He had to tell Jake today. If he didn't, Jake would probably find out on his own, and that would prove to bode ill indeed.
He must tell Jake of the curse of his family, of the horrors that coming days would bring, the danger Jack faced, and the dangers of those around him.
"Yo, G, what up?" Jake said, as he entered the electronic store. He was grinning from ear to ear, probably because of the Ski Trip tomorrow.
"Jake, come inside, we must talk," his grandpa said, a fearful hint in his voice.
"Sure, what's goin' down?" Jake asked.
"Have I ever told you of the legendary 'feral' dragons, Jake?" Grandpa said.
"Umm, no, what are they?" Jake asked, confused, and sitting down at the table—where tea was prepared.
"There are a certain few dragons in this world who have a 'tendency' of going incredibly mad and becoming incredibly dangerous," explained Grandpa, "in legends, they were compared to be as dangerous as the dark dragon himself."
"Now you are probably wondering why I am telling you this…One of these 'feral dragons' was your great-grandfather," he said, looking away.
"Now this 'feral' gene as I call it skipped my generation and, obviously, you're mother's," he said "but this is not like the dragon gene, it can survive going through many skipped generations, and, to be blunt, I believe you have this gene" he finished.
"But if I had this gene, grandpa, wouldn't it had already surfaced?" Jake questioned
"But I believe it already has," said his grandfather. "Last night, there was a murder of two Huntsclan members. Evidently, they were killed by a dragon," he finished, sipping his tea.
Jake's eyes were as wide as saucers. "Oh, no…" he whispered, glancing down at his hands.
"Now, Jake," he continued, "this cannot be controlled consciously. It is controlled by emotions. From now on, you must be much more level headed. You are now ten times more dangerous that you were before."
But Jake wasn't listening—he was studying his hands intently instead.
Needless to say, he wasn't quite paying attention.
"JAKE! LISTEN TO ME!"
Jake glanced up and Grandpa saw that the whole dead Huntsclan thing was going to be an issue. "No one blames you, Jake, but right now I need you to go into dragon form, I must inspect your body. It might have changed," he said.
"A-all right G. DRAGON UP!" said Jake, flames surrounding his body.
And after he had finished, he was completely transformed. Where his red scales were was now mixtures of gold and red, and he had a lump on the end of his tail, and saw a large spiked lump, 'a weapon!' he thought. But as he turned his head back, he saw something ELSE was next to it. And then he realized it.
" I HAVE TWO HEADS!"
"…HOLLA!"
'Oh, no,' thought Grandpa, taking his head in his hands, 'this is going to be a LONG day, I can tell.'
'This bodes very badly indeed' thought the Huntsman; he had just been informed that two of his men had just killed on a mission. The facts were still coming in, but according to their wounds, some flying creature had killed them. He had called a council of his highest-ranking officers to figure out how to deal with this threat.
" I think we should put all of our resources to work figuring out what happened to them," said one.
"I disagree, this is a time where our men need support. Many are confused and waiting for a fight, they may disrupt our plans," remarked another.
"In any matter, we must continue our search for the American Dragon. No doubt, this is messing up the magical world as well," said the Huntsman. "You are both dismissed."
"Yes sir," they both answered, rocketing off salutes as they left the room.
He flicked the button on the intercom to Rose's room. "Huntsgirl, have you been informed?" He asked
"Yes master," she answered.
"Don't worry, this will not interrupt our plans, and you can still go to the trip tomorrow."
"Thank you master," she said. If she had been talking to someone else, they wouldn't have noticed the emotion in her voice, but the Huntmaster could, and it reeked with relief.
He inwardly sighed; she had been begging to do this for weeks now.
After she turned off the intercom, she was bouncing around the room; she could finally get away from all this and be with him. Jake Long. The one guy she could say that she actually liked, and was glad he almost definitely returned the emotion. He had even asked her out just before they would go on the trip!
She glanced one more time at her suitcase, she filled it with everything she would need, and stuffed her ninja outfit and her energy staff into the bottom. She zipped up the suitcase, turned off the light, gave her picture of her and Jake a quick kiss, and went to bed.