Chapter 5
Long blond hair, white shirt and pants, white sneakers and a white coat covered here. The white stained by red, blood from her wounds. I stood in shock, realizing my dream was coming true. It was the increasing rumble and the loud shrill blast of the train whistle now close that bought me back to my senses and that was when I noticed the large wolf down on the tracks approaching the girl. I leapt down the incline without a second thought in my mind, grabbing a rusted Iron rod that lay in the gorse, cutting my hand as I did so. The wolf heard me coming and turned to snarl at me. I saw the blood on one of its paws and realized it had attacked the girl; her wounds were claw marks from this beast. I didn't have time to fight this animal, the train was coming, and I need to help her, not fight. But the wolf leapt at me, solving the problem. I lifted the rusted Iron bar at the wolf's leap and pointed it at the incoming body. The wolf realized his mistake but too late and he landed on the rusted point of the bar, the tip sliding into his ribs and finding his heart, killing him almost instantly, but before he died, I could have sworn he talked.
"You don't know what you're getting yourself into," The wolf said in proper English, a sound not meant to come from an animal throat and was full of a growling noise, justbefore he died.
I didn't believe it, but I had no time to ponder the dying words of a wolf. I raced down onto the tracks to see the train racing along, bearing down on me and the girl. I acted swiftly, moving to the girls side, and quickly checked to make sure she wasn't severely hurt and shouldn't be moved. Once I was sure, I lifted her limp form in my arms and moved quickly off the tracks, just as the train flew past us, a strong wind whipped up by the movement of the carriages, and on this wind, I noticed the feathers, snowy white and tawny brown feathers that were too large for a bird, slowly drift on the strong breeze, fallen from the coat that covered the girl.
The train passed and I was able to walk along the tracks a bit until I found the section of the incline that kids were known to use to get down to the tracks. I climbed up the rough dirt track that they had formed, holding the girl in my arms. Once I reached the path I continued home and was surprised to see the house still standing even though it was so late, the sun almost set beyond the horizon. Leaving Danielle and Jake home alone was not the brightest decision to make; they would have normally waged war against each other. I walked in the door to find they were nowhere in sight and the house was quiet. I snuck up to my room and placed the girl down on my bed, looking at the slash marks on her arms and the bite mark on her leg. I went down to the kitchen to find Danielle and Jake eating a microwavable dinner, in silence. They looked up as I walked into the room.
"Why so silent?" I asked as I got the first aid kit out of the cupboard.
"We saw one of those wolves," Danielle said, "On the way home I saw one of those wolves. Jake said he saw one when he was dropped off, it was hiding in the bushes at the park nearby. What's with the blood on your shirt?"
"Lock the house, doors and all the windows," I ordered immediately, not answering the question, "Make sure they are all locked. I don't want one of them getting in. They aren't normal wolves."
"How do you know?" Jake asked quietly, "you didn't see one."
"No," I replied sarcastically, "I didn't just see one. Whose blood do you think is on my shirt? I impaled one on a rusty Iron pole down by the rail road track. It tried to attack me. It attacked her…"
"Who?" Danielle asked, "It attacked who?"
"It attacked me," A voice said, coming from the doorway, "I heard you talking about them. You killed one? They'll come looking for you, they're looking for me. They won't stop until I'm caught or until I'm dead. But I need to know, can I trust you?"
Chapter 6
"Well, I just jumped down an incline," I replied, "cut my had on a gorse bush, impaled one of those wolves on a rusted iron pole and jumped in front of an oncoming train to save you. Does that count?"
"You are insane," Jake muttered to me. I playfully cuffed him over the head.
"I found you on the railway tracks," I continued, "you were unconscious, there was a train coming and one of those wolfs things were about to pounce on you. If you don't mind me asking, what is your name?"
The girl was quiet and I was able to take a glimpse of her eyes, they were a dazzling blue color, the blue of sapphires, but they also held the gaze of someone who has seen too much for their age.
"I am nobody," She replied. I could hear the sadness and loss in her voice, "I used to have a name, but it wasn't mine. I was just a replacement for the real person, incase they failed. The only reason why they hunt me is to keep their secret. I'm different from other people. I'm thankful that you saved me, but I was better off dead."
"How different are you?" I asked, "Unlike most people I was born with a genetic mutation. Blue is not my natural eye color."
"Then what is?" The girl asked, skillfully avoiding the question.
I closed my eyes, letting myself relax and then opened them again to reveal the pale violet color they normally are. Images flashed through my vision so I had to close my eyes to stop the flow.
"My eyes are the only physical way of telling my mutation," I continued, "But I have been able to, since birth, see things before they happened. Although it has been dormant for about three years, it started again when I started seeing you on the tracks."
"That's nothing compared to how unique I am," The girl replied, a ghost of a smile on her lips, "I thought it was cool at first. But since then, my opinion has changed. It's caused me nothing but pain and suffering. You see I'm not fully human."
"Wouldn't have something to do with this feather?" I asked, pulling one of the feathers I saw earlier out of my pocket, "Would it?"
"Whoa, wait," Jake interrupted, "What is going on here? Nathan you saved this girls life, even though you don't know who she is, and now she's telling you she's not quite human. For all we know she could be some nutcase who escaped from a mental institute."
"I'm a DNA recombinant, you jerk!" She shouted at Jake.
"What the…?" Jake replied stupidly
"It's someone whose DNA has been mixed with another animals DNA," Danielle replied, "You'll have to excuse our brother; he's a little low on IQ points. But what do you mean you are a DNA recombinant? Human experimentation is illegal. How can you be part of an experiment that should not, could not be taking place?"
"Simple," She replied, "Because people don't know it exists. Do you want proof? Because here is proof."
She pulled off her white coat, the torn sleeves, nothing but rags, and flung it on the floor. Then she revealed two large, snow white and tan brown wings that spanned from one wingtip to the other at least thirteen feet. They were beautiful and majestic, awing us, leaving us silent. This was too much for our brains to handle. Danielle actually fainted.