Running with Wolves 6

I took a turn out onto the street again. Shortly after I left the lady kicked the man out and he walked in the opposite direction and sat down on a rocker chair. I continued my slow walk through town when I noticed the family describing something to another person. It was the old man in the store they were speaking to now. I crept forward back uptown to hear and then crouched down behind a water barrel and ignored all other sounds but zoomed my hearing in on the conversation and focused it by watching them and not allowing them out of my sight.

"…For a girl… own hair… blue ey… white shirt… kirt and… gings…" I could barely make out their words at the distance I was at but I knew instantly they were talking about me.

I crept quietly away, but unfortunately the ape thing caught my scent or something like that. He made a growling noise and I ran for it. They were working for Epsilon I knew it! I couldn't trust anyone.

"Hey! Wait!"

I kept going. The three humans jogged after me, but then slowed when I kept going. They turned away and interviewed some innocent unknowing kids playing ball about me. I slowed, watching my back and the pain came crawling back into my head and leg. I sighed and turned around while I came to a slow walk. That's when I bumped into more trouble. It was Epsilon. Who else?

"Clare. It wasn't very nice to leave us behind a burning tree." I backed up.

"Leave me alone! Why do you want to kill me so bad? I never did anything to you or anyone else!"

This caught the family's attention though they had moved farther down the town onto the opposite side. They went unnoticed by the agents, but came walking in our direction.

"But you will, Clare, with age, comes time, and some of those times you won't be able to control yourself and you will be hungry. If no food can be found you will be ravenous and wreak havoc on small towns such as this."

This sparked several near by peoples' attentions.

"I never hurt anything! I hate violence!"

"You do? I haven't noticed, you resort to it a lot when you are fighting for your life."

"If people know what you are, you will be hunted, which means you will resort to violence in order to keep your life."

He was right. I proved him right. Why me?

I growled.

Whattcha up to? Oh nothing. I'm just talking to my first real enemy who is out to kill me, about the destruction I'll cause if I'm not dead.

"You are gravely injured, you could die anyway from infection. That would hurt I imagine. It would be slow. We can provide a death that is quick and painless.

"I don't want to die! DO YOU GET THAT? Why would I even surrender to you? Are you insane?" People started to gather.

"Look around you Clare, if you put up a fight here and now, you know what will happen." I got confused looks from the people around me. They were in a wide circle. I rotated in a 360-degree angle. The family was coming up through the crowd still unnoticed. When I looked back Epsilon swung forward with a punch and I sidestepped, it barely missing my nose. People were chattering to the side about the whole thing with comments like, "she's good." Or "Why is he trying to beat up that innocent girl?"

His next move? He jumped up and used his non-injured leg to try and hit me over the head again. I bent into a backbend and popped backup.

He stuck again with a 180 sweep of the foot I bit. That sounds gross, but in his attack he was successful. I was latterly swept off my feet, shot up several feet in the air, and fell flat on my back. There were various comments floating from the crowd.

"Oh that looked painful," "Oh Ow… Eww." I winced. I didn't want to change into a monster everyone wanted to kill at the moment, but I had to if I liked having a life.

I stayed on the ground and shook my head gingerly from side to side, my head wound hurting. Then in one sweet move I kicked up my legs like I was going to hop up like dancers can do when they break-dance, but in the middle I turned into a viscously, large, and frightening wolf. The audience leaped back in one wave when they saw the previously innocent girl turn into an evil beast.

"Hmhm…" Epsilon chuckled. "You've done it now, Clare." He said it like a warning that came to late.

All did was growl and snarl, furious at him for bothering me. I lunged at him but he leaped over me and turned back on his heel. I however and kept going, flying into the sandy gravel, plowing through it. I spit some out of my mouth and knew after I rolled over the pointy mini rocks I definitely had some scratches. I got up and thrashed my head in one direction taking out one agent and then trampling another. I went at Epsilon again but this time he was even more prepared. He leaped into a graceful but powerful kick spiral and kicked me square in my sensitive muzzle. I yelped and backed up. I pawed at my nose and a thick wire was thrown around my neck. IT tightened until it almost broke the skin underneath my tannish white fur.

I snarled and looked up at him, sure my nose was bleeding now. My glare could have killed, but sadly, it didn't. I stood there, head down, ears back, growls rolling up my throat, and breathing heavily. It was a moment and Epsilon grew a triumphant smile. That's when he had done it. I whipped up my neck lightning fast and then yanked it down diagonally in the opposite direction the holder was in. This yanked the female agent up, and still holding on was snapped in that direction along with the metal rope. She went sailing through the air and in several seconds went crashing window.

I was about to attack him again but the woman and man from the strange family seized him.

"Epsilon!"

"Doc, Drew, It is nice to see you again."

"What is your business here?"

"It is pretty clear."

I looked on through somewhat frightened eyes. I breathed steadily in and out, my breath not making a sound. In the time they conversed, (They clearly knew each other, they seemed like rivals at worst. I had feared they were in cahoots with Epsilon's posse.) I thought about everything that had happened, how maybe death was better than being hated and hunted by the world. Then I took back that thought immediately regretting I had it. That's when a loud POW went off and a bullet lodged itself in my side. I wailed out and howled in pain. The boy of the family gasped loudly and the crowd went silent at the sound. My loud deafening yowls and cries grew to a whimper as I collapsed on the dirt. Among the last things I heard from the crowd were loud gasps, some children crying that the big doggie was dead, and Epsilon's menacing laughter before once more blacking out. It felt as if my body was shutting off, and I wasn't sure I'd see another sunset. What is it with me and blacking out every time I become wounded?