Chapter 7
Seeing the wolf, teeth bared and claws outstretched, was enough to scare anyone senseless, but Gouenji was strong. He had been through allot in his time, and this wasn't going to be the night he broke. But, of course, the wolf wasn't interested in waiting to see who broke down first; it was a battle he wanted, a mach of strength to see who would be known as hunter or hunted. Beckoning the wolf on, he tried to lead it away, out of its comfort zone. But this wolf was a clever wolf, and would have none of that. He leaped onto his back, growling into his ear before ripping off a chunk in his arm. Gouenji stifled a strangled scream of pain as his arm let out a flowing river of blood. It fell limply to the ground, the rest of his body soon followed after. The last thing he saw was a shape looming over him, it's eyes gleaming devilishly before it lunged it's head down to bite off his neck.
The last thing he breathed before he faded into the blackness.
"Endou."
Endou.
That name, prodding at the back of his mind, before it had the chance to break free. It was his name. Endou Mamouro. Captain of the Raimon Eleven. Legendary goalkeeper to be. He wasn't some animal, born to kill. A soccer freak, they called him. He wasn't a murderer. At that, he looked down at the limp body of his friend lying beneath him. Gouenji, that was his name. His jaw hadn't ripped off his head yet, but the gash on his arm looked serious. And he was a wolf. Wait, no, he could feel himself changing back. But that wasn't exactly fun, he thaught, as a wave of pain hit him with such force he fell to his knees, howling in pain. The bones in his body cracked for the second time today, and his howl turned into some sort of human like scream. But this time, he couldn't hold on. He didn't know what would happen if he fainted during the transformation, but he could already feel himself slipping away. He fell next to Gouenji's limp body as the blackness consumed them both.