Nobody's pov

"Where are you going, kid?" A large boy who looked about nine or ten, was addressing a small kindergartener, outside a school.

"Oh, hey Gareth," The little boy lowered his head. Gareth shoved him onto the ground.

"No one is allowed to call me that," He growled.

"Hey Dash! How 'bout we teach this kid a lesson," One of "Dash's" friends said, punching his meaty palm.

"Yeah, just like how we taught his weird brother a lesson," Another boy added.

"Ryan isn't weird! He's the best brother ever!" The kid had gotten up and was facing the bullies.

"Oh yeah? 'Cause I think the best brother ever would be here to fight for his little bro!" Dash mocked.

"He's been busy..." In his mind, the little boy added, with mommy.

"Aw! How precious. You really are some kind of freak!"

"Go ahead freak, fight us," Dash's friends said.

"Fighting isn't the answer Gareth!" Dash slapped the kid.

"Looks like it is," Dash whispered menacingly. He tossed his head to the direction of the school building. In the shadows, a tall, skinny boy with darkish hair was staring intently at them.

"See, now Ryan is going to come over and help me!" The kid beamed proudly. The boy in the shadows stood his ground, and watched the smiling boy get punched in the head. He fell, and the kid's mouth was covered in blood. The boy shook his head, turned and walked away into the shadows, he never looked back.

"How is school honey?" A pale, sickly woman was lying in a bed in a small one story house.

"Fine mother," A darkish haired boy replied with a tight smile.

"Oh, you have had to grow up so quickly, with your father...away. I'm sorry, it's my fault, but you can still call me mommy. Like you used to." She coughed violently. Suddenly, a small kid came in the door. His shirt was ripped and there was a bandage around his head that looked suspiciously like a sleeve.

"I need to talk to you Ryan," The kid said, going into what they called their living room. Really, it was just a bare room with a patched up armchair.

"Excuse me mother," The boy walked into the other room also.

"Before you speak, I want to say...go ahead," The older boy started. The kid looked at him with his head tilted.

"Look, I know you're mad at me, so go ahead. Punch me. I deserve it," He finished.

"Ryan I can't, I-"

"Yes you can! Punch me, kick me. You need to learn how to fight. I won't always be here to save you, you shouldn't depend on me, punch me," He pleaded. The kid backed away.

"What do you mean?"

"In a few weeks, I'm leaving. I've taken a job to work with a scientist on some experiment as an intern. You need to protect yourself so you can take care of mother without worrying her," He sighed.

"I forgive you," The kid whispered. His brother stared at him incredulously.

"I forgive you for not defending me. I'm not going to fight, but I forgive you. You would never let me get hurt without reasons," He went to hug his older sibling but got pushed back.

"Get out," The dark haired boy said flatly. "I have tried everything to get you to fight. Fighting is the only answer whether you like it or not! I don't want you to get yourself seriously hurt! But maybe some time in the streets will toughen you up!" He grabbed the little boy and walked him to the door, and threw him out. The little boy was alone in the dark. He heard the lock in the door click. The boy started sobbing. And when he had cried late into the night, hiccupping and coughing, he calmed down. He curled into a ball on the broken down porch and whispered soothingly to himself until he fell asleep.

"Ryan is a good brother, trying to, hic, teach me. Not wanting me hurt. He's a, hic, good brother, the best brother. No matter what Gareth says, hic, he's a good brother. The perfect one to take care of mommy. She's lucky to have, hic, him, I'm lucky to have him. He's a good brother. Ryan's a good brother. I love him...hic...and I know he loves me back...he has to..."

"Hello child!" An ugly man with greasy hair and horrible, metallic arms greeted the small, shivering boy on a porch.

"Hello Mr." The boy was pressing himself against the door, hoping his brother would come out.

"I've come to take you and your brother away. You will be assisting me on an experiment," The man smiled. It wasn't a friendly smile. The little boy suddenly turned and started banging on the door. The octopus man stopped him and lifted him into the air. He laughed and took his newest prisoner in the direction of the sewer system.

"My big brother's gonna be here any minute!" The little boy shouted. He was strapped to a metal table. The Octopus man "walked" over with a syringe.

"My first test subject, the first of many. The DNA of a black panther. A quite beautiful specimen," He wheezed. he stabbed the needle into the boy. Nothing happened.

It continued like that for the next year. Each day the octopus man would torture the boy until he was broken, and injected him with more animal serum. Each day nothing happened. And each day, the boy cried out that his brother was coming to save him. One day, as the boy was being electrocuted, realization hit him. His brother was never coming. Something inside the boy snapped and the over dosage of serum transformed him into a monster. He ripped through Octopus Man's lab and in the process, accidently freed another prisoner. The black panther ran into the night and collapsed in a heap in an alley, a small, shivering boy, once more.

Yes, yes I was trying to make you cry... Anyway...

Wolf out...