Werewolf Rider
By: Aubrie1234
After Alex had calmed down, they sat on the sofa.
"How did you know all that?" Alex asked, "Did she tell you or what?"
"First of all, I was getting some of the books when she somehow unlocked the door and came inside, quiet as a stalking cat. I managed to see her before she attacked, so I defended myself; as you can see, she beat me. Anyway, she had me down and I asked the same questions you did. I didn't get everything, but I did get a bit. She told me that she brought back the werewolves somehow and was now planning something big. She also knew about what happened last light because one of the werewolves escaped; she said they were trained to find you, but not hurt you. This one was trained to find you, but broke out before being trained not to hurt you. She also seems to have a big plan, which we need to stop."
"What about the CIA? The FBI? Even MI6 seems helpful right now."
"I don't think they know. Alex, I we may be on our own this time." Alex groaned.
"I really want to punch her lights out now, if only for a few seconds." he then looked at Yassen, "Besides, you need to go to the hospital to get your injuries fixed." Yassen shook his head.
"No. I'll be fine, I've been hurt like this before. I can't go anyway because, if I did, I might have to leave you alone. Even if I brought you with me you would still be in danger. I'm the only one who can protect you right now."
"At least we can return these books now." Alex said, looking at the stacks.
"Yes, but not until everything has settled. The woman didn't say what her name was, though, so we don't know who she is."
"How good are you as a cook if we're going to stay together?"
"Good enough, I think."
"I'm going to have a few more bad days..."
"Alex, I'm sorry; this is all my fault. I should have warned you, stopped you even; instead, I let it happen until it was too late."
"It's not your fault. If you had appeared out of nowhere, I would have been suspicious and gotten hurt anyway."
"Yes, but I feel like it is..." They sat in silence for a while.
"...If it wasn't for the fact that I know you well, I would say we would be good as father and son. But, I don't really want any of that, not after what happened with Sarov..."
"What happened, exactly?" Yassen raised an eyebrow in interest.
"Well, Sarov was from Russia, like you, and when his country broke away from Communism, also making it go into poverty and stuff, and his son was killed in a war, he kinda went crazy. He was planning to blow up the submarines in the Bay of Kola with a nuclear bomb so the radioactivity would spread down to Europe and blame the Prime Minister of Russia and stuff, plus he said I looked and acted a lot like his son and actually wanted to adopt me. When I managed to stop the bomb and said that I would rather die than have him as a father, I guess he broke and shot himself." Yassen's eyes widened.
"In front of you?" Alex nodded.
"Yeah, but I looked away before it happened. It still kinda scares me." Yassen shook his head.
"You were too young to see that. No one should see that anyway. It's seeing things like that which make people unable to feel when they kill. I know from experience."
"Yeah, well it's a bit late to tell me that now. And, do you need help at all?" Yassen shook his head again.
"No. I believe she might have injured my legs a bit, but I should be fine to walk on them. I won't be able to move as fast until my ribs heal, though." Alex nodded.
"Tonight I might turn into a werewolf... You should lock me in the guestroom." Yassen looked at him in surprise.
"I know you don't want to hurt me or anyone, but why?"
"I'll be out of control, I'll want out. The only way to keep me from doing that is to lock me up, like a criminal. So, no matter how much I want out, scream, howl, anything, you can't let me out. Okay?" Yassen closed his eyes, considering a few things, before nodding.
"Alright, but I don't feel comfortable doing it."
"Why not? You've probably done it before."
"You're the son of one of my best friends. After what he did for me, I don't feel good doing something like this to his only son. But, if you wish... While we wait for night to come, what do you want to do?"
"Realistically or unrealistically?" Alex asked. Yassen rolled his eyes with a small smile.
"Realistically."
"Well, I want to help you fix your injuries and read up on werewolves."
"Fine by me. I left the First Aid kit in the kitchen while I made your breakfast." Alex nodded and got up, going to the designated room. Yassen sighed and leaned back, ignoring the searing pain in his jaw, mouth, and chest; there were also aches and bruises all over his body, but they weren't visible because they were hidden by his clothes. He didn't want to make Alex more worried than he already was.
My time out of my work has changed me. Either that or Alex. He's changed dramatically, but he will never be the same. Even though he shows his friends that he's happy, I could see that he never really was, not after the death of his housekeeper. Maybe... maybe what he needs is someone to fill the empty space... Yassen trailed off as Alex came back in with the kit in his hands.
"Do you need my help?" he asked. Yassen shook his head.
"I can handle it, little Alex. You go and read." Yassen saw a flash of sadness in his eyes as he left, going past the still broken-yet-forgotten door in the floor and to the stairs.
Maybe I'm right. He doesn't want to see me hurt because, I guess, he cares about me and doesn't want to lose another person close to him. Because he's Hunter's – John's – son, I've protected him. Now I think it's time I protect him for a different reason. I'll help him heal, get over his sadness. Yassen thought as Alex walked back up the staircase.
When Alex entered the room, he closed the door, turned on the lamp, and laid down on the bed in frustration. He didn't want to be involved in anything like this ever again, but he had no choice this time. The woman wanted him for some reason, and it seemed like she wanted him just as bad as Scorpia did when they wanted their revenge, which was quite a lot. He also now had to deal with the fact of being a werewolf, where he could easily kill or injure someone (especially Yassen, since he was the closest to him right now).
But, he had read some stories where werewolves eventually learned to control themselves, so why couldn't he learn? And was that what the woman meant when she said she wanted to help him? He'd rather be locked away forever than join her, let alone against Yassen. The assassin may be his only friend right now, since he can't contact Sabina. Alex trusted Yassen because he had protected him many times and he had helped him when he was injured.
There was one question he wanted answered, though: how did the dart not affect him? He was certain it would, but it didn't. He had felt something appear when he got angry, but he wasn't sure what it was at first. He now thought it might have been his werewolf side appearing, though only for a short while, and maybe it had protected him for the dart's effects. Maybe it had also increased his immune system? He didn't want to try it, though.
Alex sat up and sighed. Another question was, since there was no window, how was he supposed to know when he would change? He guess he could ask Yassen for a clock, if the house had one. A watch wouldn't do, since when he changed, either the watch would break or his wrist would; he winced at the thought.
Well, it could be worse. he reminded himself before grabbing a werewolf book to study over.
Yassen had just finished wrapping his chest to try and keep the ribs in place if they were broken and had taken some painkillers that were also in the kit. He stretched his legs, seeing if they were still in pain. They throbbed slightly, but not enough to not be ignored. He stood and went over to the stacks he had been planning to bring to Alex. He picked out the werewolf books and carried them upstairs, noting that his legs throbbed even more when he had pressure on them, but not enough to not be ignored, either. Once he was outside Alex's door, he rapped gently.
"Coming!" Yassen heard the sounds of a book closing and the groan of the bed before the door was opened by Alex.
"So, how are you?" he asked as he stepped aside to let Yassen in.
"My legs throb a bit, but not unbearable, and I took some painkillers, so my chest, jaw and mouth don't really hurt anymore." Alex nodded as Yassen put the books in the floor beside his bed.
"That's good. Do you know what time it is? There's no window, so I can tell, and no clock."
"I think there's one downstairs, but I have more of an internal clock, so I instinctively know."
"Really?" Yassen nodded, "Do you think you could come and tell me when it's about 6? I think that's about the time when night really starts to show, so I want to be ready."
"Yes, we don't want to damage these books. Even I don't think I could pay for all of them if you used them to sharpen your claws." Alex chuckled.
"No, I don't think you could. You did bring a lot, which would make a lot of money. How long have you been out of work, anyway?"
"Ever since a few days after Eagle Strike, when I woke up here. I just wish I knew who wrote that letter." Alex then thought of something.
"By the way, do you have any extra clothes?" Yassen nodded.
"Several pairs. I'll give you some in the morning." Yassen then headed to the door. He was about to close it when he looked at Alex.
"And little Alex, don't worry. We'll figure this out soon enough, and we might even find a way to stop you from becoming a werewolf." he then closed the door and left Alex alone in the room.
Yassen was downstairs, reading a book, when he heard something from upstairs; it sounded like a thump, like something had hit the floor. He put down the book on the seat beside him and stood, checking the clock in the living room and a window; it was about 6, and it was almost completely dark outside, but the sun was still up slightly.
Could Alex be transforming now? Yassen thought as he went to the stairs, taking two at a time as he climbed, being careful on his injuries. Now he could see that the door was gone, scattered in splinters across the floor of the hallway and partially into the room. Yassen moved slowly, taking in what he saw; the door had been smashed to pieces with a well-placed blow and the room was slightly a mess. Ripped clothes and bandages were on the floor and several things were on their sides, the lamp having been smashed; the bed was the only thing untouched. He looked down the hall to see the door to his room slightly ajar; he knew he always closed it, so that meant Alex might have went in.
When Yassen had woken up after the Eagle Strike Incident, the only things he had been left with, besides the house, was a handgun and its holster. Exploring the house had shown him it had hidden ammunition in certain places, made to fit the gun and some other kinds. It was then that Yassen brought out the gun, his assassin training surfacing as he went closer to the door. If Alex was loose, he was the only one who could stop him from hurting anyone else right now; he just wish that he had a tranquilizer gun instead, since he didn't want to hurt Alex.
He gently pushed the door, making it creak as it opened a bit; his room had a bookshelf filled with an equal amount of nonfiction and fiction books, all to his preferences, a bed, a closet which was filled with clothes, and a desk with a lamp and a computer. He slowly went inside, looking around. There was a chance Alex hadn't gone in, but why was it open?
As soon as he was away from the door, he heard a sound and ducked, accidentally dropping the gun; if he had waited a second longer, he would have been hit by a furry fist, belonging to the transformed Alex. Alex was now slightly over 6 ft. tall with fair-colored fur all over his body and glowing orange-brown eyes; his claws, which were tucked away while his front paws were in fists, were at least 3 inches long and as sharp as knives. His arm was still wrapped in bandages, but his chest wasn't and the wounds could be seen, which seemed to have healed over; his shirt was gone, having been ripped to shreds, and he still had his pants (which were slightly ripped, but not as bad), which had a hole in the back where his long tail stuck out. Alex's mouth was filled with razor-sharp teeth and had been stretched into a snout, which was now emitting a large growl of frustration at missing Yassen.
Yassen quickly turned and punched Alex's jaw, sending the werewolf back a bit and shaking his head. He growled and held his fists in front of him, more in a karate stance than a werewolf or even a wolf's attack stance.
He may be a werewolf, but he's still Alex; he moves the same, so I might be able to predict his movements. But why did he swipe at me with a fist, and not an outstretched paw? Yassen thought as he got ready to fight himself. Alex attacked first with Kizami Zuki, a jab punch, but Yassen blocked it with Chudan Uchi Uke, a inside forearm block. It did hurt immensely and Yassen swiftly moved away.
Note to self: dodge or get bones broken. he winced at the pain in his arm, but continued to fight. He dodged other incoming punches, but Alex seemed to never use kicks; it was just as strange as him using karate and using his fists instead of claws. This made Yassen realize what was going on.
Alex isn't in complete control, but he's making sure not to hurt me. Impressive, even for him. Yassen thought with a smile, dodging a Kagi Zuki, a hook punch, from Alex. Alex growled even louder this time and used a Ashi Barai, a foot sweep, which Yassen hadn't expected. He landed on his back and tried to get up quickly, but Alex pinned him down with a foot on his chest. Alex seemed to be grinning and Yassen felt his chest ache worse from the pressure on it. Alex pulled his arm back and brought his curled paw at Yassen's face, effectively knocking the retired assassin out.
Oh boy. What's going to happen now, since Alex is loose? Will he hurt anyone, and how long will it take for him to get complete control over his new form? And where is the woman? Is she going to come after him anytime soon? I might say in the next chapter, so R & R, readers!
