Running with wolves 4

I woke up when the source of transportation I was on lurched to a heavy stop. It was still daylight outside, but I'd felt as if I'd slept for hours, then my scarred, slow mind to remember to use sense that I'd probably slept through the night. I tried to slide open the freight door, but used the car door instead. I peered out; the sun was bright and I was still a bit sluggish from the nap. It took me a bit to become accustomed to the harsh sunlight pounding on the earth below.

When my expert sensitive sight returned to its now regular sharpness I noticed the sun was high enough in the sky for it to be close to noon. Then I heard yelling.

"Whatta stop da train for man?" The first man had a thick Brooklyn accent that was mixed in with a small amount of Mexican. Then a man with an even heavier English accent stated,

"The rail is closed until our foundation finds this creature." I could tell this was one of Epsilon's partners in werewolf kidnapping crime, so I remained still and quiet.

"Heynow, Dat doesn't mean you have da right to shut down da railing,"

The two grown men continued arguing like two year olds and that gave me time to escape without being seen. I looked at them, took a second to make sure they were two deeply involved in the conversation to notice or even care that I was zipping by. I darted quickly into the forest and ran without thinking, I let my instincts take control. That was usually a great thing to do but in this case my gut told me to run like there's no tomorrow, I was currently free, but if Epsilon caught me there really would be no tomorrow.

I felt the cool breeze of the almost still day run through my hair. I no longer had wolf ears but the tail wouldn't leave. I slowed to a stop only slightly exhausted and decided to take a look around. I heard a twig snap nearby. From where the sound came was unknown. So I cautiously backed up careful where I stepped, not making any noise before my back pressed up against something. I jumped up in the air and spun around to see an agent… no just kidding it was a tree. But then a small accented voice piped up from behind me.

"What a show you displayed… and for a tree too." Then mini agent smiled mischievously and walked to me. I turned to run, but was not so fortunate.

He grabbed me by the arm, his leather gloves cold. My first line of defense was flip him, grab his neck and pin him. No need to go hungry when you need the energy. My mind though, still confused repelled the thought of eating him. Instead I forced him down to the ground.

"I- I just want to talk," he choked out.

"What? " I snarled surprised at my own confidence and assertiveness.

"I don't want to kill you… my father does but I want to make you a soldier, a reckless destruction machine. I want to tame you first and teach you tricks and to have no mercy. Like it or not, you're not a human anymore. You are a werewolf and you will either be killed, or you can let me help."

I glared at him. I wasn't an animal like that, I wasn't destructive at least I hadn't been, if anything I had been somewhat whimpy in my human form.

"I'm Francis." I snarled angrily.

"Were wolves can smell out other werewolves, they would be hard to find because most of them have been taken care of, but if any one could gather more you could."

The last word had been somewhat of a squeal, and when I looked down at my hand I noticed it had only gotten tighter around his throat and I let go, fingers sore from the pressure and tightness of my grip. I stared him down with piercing bluish silver eyes. He had a hopeful crooked smile on his pastel green colored face.

"I won't go along with that!" I barked at him. "I prefer freedom."

"You won't get away, I'm offering you a life, and a life full of fighting and tough training, yes, but at least you won't be dead."
I growled deep in my throat and he must've heard it too because he cringed.

"I myself have tried to escape, and live my own life, but I fail each time. They are smarter and stronger than the younger lot of us, and they have more power."
"Well you've probably been around them long enough to think like them. Do that and they'll always catch you," I said in a mean tone at him.

Footsteps came up behind me now. I lifted my head and perked up my ears. I could already tell they would be persistent in this chase. They would not give up until I was deceased. I leaped up completely releasing the little green goon, and ran forward at top speed, which must have been about two times faster than the fastest marathon runner could go. I slowed though, finding this speed tired me out more than usual. When I tried again I was too winded to go much faster than an average wolf in human form. That was still pretty fast but not fast enough to shake the death crew.

I continued running. Now I could tell I was going slower, because they were appearing next to me on all sides. One of them jumped out of a tree barreling into me. I yelped and turned into a full wolf. I intensely kicked the agent who attacked me. The force in the jolty movement knocked the agent limply smashing into a tree, breaking several branches and hitting his head on a rock. That had to painful.

As a human I never harmed anything, even when I was being beat up at school, or by my sister, when we were younger, I had never fought back. I would growl at them occasionally, (I now know why) and they would leave.

I sprung up in the air and sprinted forward using every muscle and strength in my body to put as much distance between them and me. Then the ground flew out between my front paws. I yelped loudly. And slipped tumbling down a rocky slope and harshly rolling to a stop in the bottom of the pit. My head smashed up against a shark rock and I tasted blood in my mouth. I could feel various wounds leak blood on my body. I whimpered softly and tried to lift my forepaw, only to have pain shoot up my arm and continue at the shoulder. I turned human with some of the last strength I had and cringed at the pain.

Then through blurry vision I saw the agents looking triumphantly down at me.

"Leave her, she'll die here, she can't climb out and without help she'll bleed to death."

I believed every word. The midget agent mouthed, no escaping, and managed to let loose one last growl. The last lingering thought in my mind was RIP Clare.

Then my vision in the now growing dark forest blurred and everything went completely black.

(It is only dark because of a rainstorm)