Chapter 3:
"Ohh...what the hell...?" Karr groaned as he finally came to. He was on his back, staring up at the pink and orange sky. He moved his hand and felt something kinda pokey brush against his hand.
Grass.
Ok, so he was somewhere that had grass. The narrowed it down to a few places of where he could possibly be. But it was still a relatively long list. For all he knew, he could be on the side of some abandoned road left for dead somewhere...
Kitt.
Oh God, where's Kitt?
The fuzziness in his mind turned to straight panic as he listened to the quiet environment. He tried to sit up and cursed when his head throbbed painfully. Obviously when he landed, it wasn't pleasant. But as he sat up, something grey caught the corner of his eye...
He screamed in surprise when he saw it was an old tomb stone. Belonging to some stranger that, upon closer inspection, only lived for 10 years. Damn...life is short. But on a completely different note, he was in a cemetery?! How the hell did he get transported to a cemetery?! Of all freakin' places!
He felt his heart race as he finally took a moment to look around. Oh yeah. There wasn't a doubt in his mind at the sight of where he was at. There was nothing but grave sights for as far as the eye could see. A few young and old trees scattered the property, but it was mainly flat with the exception of a few mild hills here and there.
"Kitt! Where are you?! Kitt!" Karr called out, silently hoping for any sound that would indicate a response. He felt fear's cold hand grip his heart tightly when he didn't get a response back of any sort.
"KITT!" Please! Answer me, little brother! Again, he never received a response.
Tears pricked his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair in a stressful manner. Something's wrong. Something has to be terribly wrong. No, he didn't have any idea how long he's been here, but he'd take a wild guess and say probably all day for the sun was now setting. Which in reality would mean that they've been gone for over 6 hours. Shit! Something has to be wrong. Kitt must've seriously hurt himself, bad enough to where he can't respond. That is, assuming he's even here. He could've been transported to somewhere else.
Or he could be...
Suddenly, Karr heard the faint sound of what could only be identified as...a baby crying. Had he not been a werewolf, he would've easily missed the tiny, faint sound. He stayed silent...listening to see if he heard correct...
There is was again. Faint. But he heard it. The sound carried across the silent, vacant cemetery by the wind.
Quickly, Karr scrambled to his feet. Running in the direction of the tiny cries. As he neared, he noticed the cries were getting steadily louder. And sounding even more distressed. Finally, he came up on a tomb stone that looked as if it went through hell and back. It sat untouched under a huge oak tree. The edges were broken off and the entire stone lost it's brilliant smooth sheen. It looked as if you blew on it, the thing would fall apart to nothing but dust.
As Karr got closer, he stood on the opposite side of the tomb stone. On the ground he noticed a familiar looking shirt and pair of pants scattered about near the grave sight. They were the same clothes Kitt was wearing earlier that morning. He felt tears of dread prick his eyes again. What happened to his little brother?
At that moment, Karr heard another small muffled cry. He looked over again to see something tiny moving under neath Kitt's shirt. His heart racing with anticipation, he carefully walked over to where his little brother's shirt lay in the grass. Karr squatted beside it and uncovered the tiny hidden object just enough to expose it's head...
Karr gasped when he saw the little face of a tiny baby, who whimpered when the shirt was removed from his face. Karr couldn't believe what he was seeing. Who the hell would leave a poor defenseless baby in a place like this?
The breeze picked up again. Some of the old oak's leaves drifting away in the process. A cold chill bit at Karr's skin, a shiver passing over him as he looked around. The tiny baby began to cry again, so Karr neatly and very gently, wrapped the baby up in Kitt's shirt.
"Shh, shh, shh. It's alright, kiddo." Karr whispered softly as he cradled the baby close to his chest in an attempt to keep the child warm. The poor baby was smaller than Karr's forearm.
At the sound of the man's voice, the tiny infant stopped crying and opened his eyes. Karr felt his heart skip several beats when he saw the color of the child's eyes; sky blue. And there was only one person he knew that had those eyes...
Then it all started to click inside Karr's head. Could this be...?
"K-Kitt?" He whispered hesitantly to the tiny infant snuggled up in his arms. He got a muffled coo for a response before the baby decided to doze off. Snuggling deeper into Karr's chest and feeling completely safe.