Running with Wolves 7

I felt my eyes moving around darting back and forth in my head and under my closed eye lids and, I let out a heaving sigh and then thoroughly surprised that I was alive and I could feel my eyes, my eyelids bolted open. That was yet a fantastic mistake made by me but a harsh bright blinding light flooded my vision and I shut them tight as a response. I slowly tried reopening them and I looked forward and avoided looking up at all costs.

When my sight was accustomed to the vision blurring light I came to my senses literally. The white haired woman I had seen in the old town, probably the mother of the family was wrapping a white almost glowing bandage around the elbow part of my arm so it was still able to bend, but set at an angle when not in motion.

"W-Who are you?" I managed to stammer to the lady.

"I am not going to hurt you."

My brain still hadn't cleared and was a little groggy so I said something real intelligent.

"That's a funny name."

The white haired lady laughed I looked at her with scared eyes. I was truly scared of this person. I couldn't trust anyone, and I wouldn't and then she spoke.

"No, I mean I'm Drew, but I won't hurt you."

It was then I realized how stupid I had been. What kind of name is not going to hurt you? A weird one, but reassuring.

"What happened?" I clearly remembered that I had no memory whatsoever between the shooting and me blacking out.

"We claimed you had been killed and at first when we looked for your pulse, and couldn't find it and assumed it went dead from the shot. So we though you were surely deceased but then we found a pulse under your lower jaw. We acted and told Epsilon you were dead. Some part of him must have believed us too though he denied it, but he left."

"What if he comes looking?"

"He wo-"

Then a phone rang, at first not recognizing the weird phone i pulled a sheet up with my good arm.

"Hello?" There was rambling on the other side of the phone.

"Oh yeah? Tell him off."

I only caught one word. Epsilon. (From the man on the other line)

"He's here?" I asked in a panicky whisper.

Drew nodded, still watching her husband.

"Don't let him get me!" I said alarmed.

"We won't don't worry.

I tried to get up but Drew forced me down. That hurt. While she continued talking into the phone thing, I settled back a little more, feeling safe for the first time since this whole thing started. Then the door swung open and that safe feeling melted away. I closed my eyes and tried to hide under the sheet but when I peeked back over the white mound of a bed thing, I saw it was just the boy and the ape thing. I craned my neck up now letting the bright white sheet fall.

"Hi. My name is Zak and this is Fiskerton." I hesitated a moment but then charged into the introduction.

"Hi. I'm Clare."

"Cool." Zak nodded his head.

It went silent for a moment before the big ape thing growled something like hi. At first I thought he was growling a warning, but when I listened to what he said it sounded like hi. I guessed that was as close as he got to talking, since he was an animal.

"Fiskerton is a gorilla cat," Zak added.

I wasn't sure how to respond to everything, because I'd pretty much stopped caring and wishing for my old life again. I'd pretty much forgot everything but my sister and the fact my parents were dead.

"Cool." I finally responded.

"So you're a werewolf? That's pretty…awesome." He changed the last word from cool to awesome probably noticing that the word cool was used way to often.

"It's really not," I disagreed.

"What's not awesome about it? You're half wolf!"

"Well I'm glad you think about it that way, but everyone hates you, and you are constantly hunted. Epsilon and his gang keep appearing everywhere trying to kill me. You can't always control yourself."

"I know what that feels like."

"You're a werewolf too?"

"No," he laughed quietly.

"Something much worse actually. I'm not that thing anymore and you don't need to know what it was and I doubt you would if you heard the name, but it was just something that could destroy the world whenever he wanted. I was hunted a lotrancis. Of course., and chased and I had absolutely no idea if I could control it."

"Oh. Then if you knew the feeling why would you think being a werewolf is cool?"

"Well I mean come on, wolves in general are cool, they are brave, they are strong. I mean look at you! If you were a regular human would you be awake right now?"

"I guess not."

"See? Stronger, probably heals faster. So can you like change back and forth whenever you want?"

"Yeah."

"In the movies they can't do that."

"The movies aren't real," I said quietly.

"I know that!" He exclaimed.

The window behind me swung open and not being able to see behind me I panicked. When Zak got into a protective, defensive position along with Fisk, I became even more concerned.

"Relax Zak. I'm not here to hurt you or Clare."

"Then what are you here for Francis?"

Francis. Of course. I hate him almost as much as the other agents.

"Go away!" I roared at him, trying to twist back to see him. This upsetted my bullet wound though, so I sat back down.

"Relax Wolf. "

"Why are you still here?" Zak asked already exasperated with him.

"Epsilon sent me to see if you're parents were lying," He paused briefly. "They were."

"Francis. Don't tell you're dad I'm here!" I pleaded. As if on contact Francis' little communication device acted up.

"Francis? Francis? Is Clare there? Is she in the building?" came Epsilon's fuzzy voice through the wireless transceiver.

My heart was beating like a drum roll to what he would say.