Chapter 3: Dangerous Enemies

(Lyon's P.O.V.)

Placing my hands on the back of Samantha's neck, I rubbed up it slowly, but after I reached the base of what felt like her skull, I moved back down. I felt my brow furrow as I repeated the action once more, and I felt Samantha shiver inside her suit, which was extremely strange. How is she able to feel this through this suit… or more importantly; where is the zipper so I can take this thing off? Pulling my hands away from the fur of her outfit, she turned around and asked with a frown on her muzzle, "So, do you believe me yet, or do you still think I'm wearing one of these costumes you are so sure that I own?"

Standing there, I stepped back and leaned against the wall as I brought a hand to my chin, I said, "Of course I don't believe you are what you call a keidran. Maybe you made it different than the traditional styles… there is no way you'll get me into thinking that you are a real hominoid wolf…" I couldn't hold in the chuckle afterwards, but I heard an extremely realistic growl come from her. I looked at her as I felt my eyebrow arch, and she turned around and walked into the room, before she slammed the door closed. "Whoa, whoa… no need to get rough with the house…"

Whatever she yelled was lost through the thick doors, and I shook my head as I turned around and walked into my own room. Moving to a dresser and grabbing some clothes before I headed towards the shower, it was then that a single, but very possible thought entered my mind. It is possible she is wearing only the barest of clothes under her suit, so that would explain why she didn't want to take it off anywhere around me. Still though, she must've paid a fortune to get that stuff to feel like real wolf fur, along with that growl… what kind of technology recording system does she have to be using for that to had sounded so, authentic? Either way, tomorrow I will load up my quad, along with preparing one of my larger guns to go hunting. I need to kill whatever took off that man's arm, but I still need to get Samantha back to town safely, lest I get sued for unsafe transportation of someone.

Closing the bathroom door behind me, I sighed as I set the clothes I had grabbed from my room onto the counter top, and as I looked at the tub, I noticed the fur all over the inside of the tub. Walking over, I was surprised to see none of the shower necessities were used, but I still saw all the fur however. At least she didn't waste any of the soap cleaning her costume… but I can't believe she wore that thing in the shower. Turning the water on, I was ready to go to bed already, but I was still dirty from earlier, so I was going to take a shower no matter what before I crawled into bed. Pulling the metal bar up that was on the water spout, water began to cascade into the bath, and fur was starting to be washed away, and that is when I started to undress. I will need to bring her to the police station so Murphy or whoever is there can tell me where I can take Sam, I don't want to just drop her off outside a store and say, 'oh hey, time for you to go home.'

After she is dropped off, then I will go into the forest and find where that animal went. I can't have it harming anymore hikers, or for all I know, this little paradise I have, will just turn into a nightmare. Stepping into the tub, I pulled the curtain across the shower so water wouldn't get everywhere. Moving under the water, I sighed as the hot water ran over my stiff shoulder, and as I placed my hands on the shower wall, I could only close my eyes as I began to remember what it was like when I was younger, and my body wasn't as destroyed as it is now…

(Samantha's P.O.V.)

Looking out the window to the room as I laid in the bed that Lyon had provided for me, I couldn't help but look out into the strangely eerie looking forest. The human was providing me with comforts that other humans always received, yet no slave owner provided for their own slaves. He had treated me like an equal, and he hadn't looked or requested anything of me, except to take off a suit he thought I was wearing, which brought another question to his strange behavior. What kind of human doesn't know what a keidran is, and how has he not seen one yet if he lives in this forest? Surely a keidran has crossed paths with him before out here…

My ears twisted until they were facing the door, and I heard the water to his bath start running, and I shivered when I remembered how hot the water had felt. The water was warmer than anything else I had ever felt before, but everything that was happening seemed too good to be true, and I felt worried the longer I was under the roof of this human. I will leave tomorrow at noon, that way if he contacted the Templar, then I can leave before they arrive…

Shutting my eyes, I tried to focus on happier days of my life, and I started to feel myself falling asleep.

(Aldor's P.O.V.)

Walking down the road as fire's raged inside and outside the police station, I used my hand to pop my last strip of armor back into place. They had done a fine job of keeping my armor clean, but the fact that they would all keep that lone keidran safe was enough to make sure they received a death of a traitor. Moving across the street as a blue orb trailed above me, I followed the directions that a lone civilian had given me, and for his loyalty to the human race, I had let him live. There seems to be a difference between the law givers and regular citizens in this world. They know what a keidran is, yet they continue to pretend not to, but I have seen proof of their knowledge that they continue to pretend ignorance of.

Looking up and away from my stump of an arm, I saw the forest was directly in front of me; now I just have to locate that keidran. When I find her, she will repay me for my loss of time and physical body, and then… then I will kill her… but not before she gets, special treatment. Chuckling as I let that thought enter my mind, I couldn't help but wait until I could savor that moment, before I walked into the forest; malice in mind, and harm as intent.

(Lyon's P.O.V.)

Opening my eyes very slightly as I sat up, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and as I sat there with my shoulders sagged and head hanging, I let out an extremely drawn out yawn. Turning my head as I brought a hand up to the back of my neck, I rubbed back down, and let my hand fall lazily to my side. Cracking open my eyes, I stood up, and moved towards my door, and as I grabbed the door knob and opened the door; I groggily stepped into the hallway that was filled with bright yellow sunlight from the morning sun. Reaching a hand up and rubbing my eyes, I reached back and closed my door, before walking towards the stairs so that I could get started on breakfast for Samantha and me.

When I was at the bottom of the stairs, I turned and walked towards the kitchen, but before I reached it, I noticed some bandaging cloth inside the restroom. This caused me to stop as I moved my hand to the door, and when I opened it up and turned the light on, there on the sink lay a fur covered strip of gauze wrap. The thing that worried me the most; was I knew who it was from, and it was covered in blood. Why didn't she tell me she was hurt?

The fur… the blood… there is no way she got cut through her suit and managed to seal the wound that fast, or the breach in her costume. Whatever it is, I will confront her when she gets down here, and if she isn't down in half an hour, I'm coming up there. Grabbing the gauze and throwing it into the trash bin, I turned the lights off and walked outside of the restroom and resumed my walk towards the kitchen.

Stepping in front of the fridge and opening it up, I reached in and grabbed eggs and bacon, and then grabbed a carton of milk. Closing the fridge with my hip, I carried the supplies I had over to the counter in my hands, and I set them down. Grabbing a pan that was hanging over the stove, I placed it on one of the burners before igniting the flame on the stove, and let the pan start heating up. Moving over to the drainer I had in one of my sinks, I grabbed my other pan, and quickly walked back to the stove and turned another burner on.

Placing the bacon evenly on one of the pans, I grabbed some cups from a cabinet closer to the fridge, and pouring milk into the cups, I smiled as I closed the jug of milk. Everything seems to be running smoothly, and it has only been like five minutes so far, so that means I will be finished before my pre-designated time to go check on Samantha.

After I placed the milk inside the fridge, I walked back over to the stove, and once I saw the steam rising from the empty pan, I knew it was time to put the eggs in the heat. Cracking the eggs and placing the empty shells on the countertop, I turned around and walked over, and opened a drawer and pulled out two forks and a spatula, and placed them down. Turning around and walking towards the pantry, I was going to grab some bread so that we wouldn't eat a boring breakfast, much how dinner was last night.

Walking back towards the stove, I couldn't help but start the dangerous process that was called thinking. If what she said is true, and she really is some kind of hominoid wolf that speaks English, then what am I supposed to make of it? There is no way it can be true, but still, that small possibility that living in this forest has made me insane that I'm seeing talking wolves, would I really freak out? I don't think it would really make that big of a difference, because she has been acting like a regular person, but I might be going stir crazy with cabin fever, so I can't really expect anything any differently. Still… what will I do with her if she is a wolf…? I'm sure taking her into town can't be all that good, especially how those that live in the cities tend to get frightened by unknown things a whole lot more than others.

Am I really this crazy that I'm considering the possibilities…?

Grabbing a few plates from the same cabinet I had taken the cups from, I moved back to where all the food was cooking, and set them down so that I could start serving up the food. As I grabbed the pan with eggs in it, I put three eggs on each plate, before moving over and grabbing the forks and placing them on the plates. Next came the bacon, which was four pieces to a plate, which might seem like a lot to most; but after retiring from the military, bacon was very important. Turning off the stove burners, I moved and took the pans to the sinks, and I placed them inside it so that I could wash them after breakfast.

Ding!

Moving to the toaster, I grabbed four slices of bread, and placed two on each plate, and as I looked at the plates; I couldn't help but smile. If I wanted to be like a few of those other people, I can make my own home into an inn… but then I would never have privacy again. Grabbing both plates, I turned and began to walk towards the dining room, and that was when I saw Samantha finally reach the bottom of the stairs. "Good morning Samantha, take a seat and I will join you shortly…"

She smiled as she seemed to sniff the air, "Good morning Lyon."

Smiling as I nodded my head towards her, I turned and walked back into the kitchen and went to the counter with the cups on it. Grabbing both of them, I turned around and walked out of the room, and went over towards where Sam had chosen to sit down. Placing a cup beside her plate, I heard her say, "Thank you again, Lyon."

"Don't mention it." I said with a grin, and I walked over and sat down by my own plate before setting my cup down by the corner of my plate. Grabbing a piece of bacon and taking a bite from it; I relished in the crispy flavor. "Oh!" I looked over at Samantha who had just taken a bite of egg, and I stood up and quickly moved around the table as I said, "Show me that cut you have… I need to make sure you don't get an infection." Along with seeing if you were lying or not about being a hominoid wolf.

"H-How did you know about t-that?" She asked nervously as she put her fork down and went to clutching her arm. I kneeled down beside her as she kept a close eye on me, and she said, "I made sure you didn't see it."

"Uh, you left the bloody bandages inside the bathroom, and I clean this place after anyone visits, so I know it had to have been your blood." I said, and this seemed to calm her down as I grabbed her arm, and pulled it over.

My breath practically left my lungs as I gazed at the shallow cut, and I could tell it was shallow, as I had dealt with many knife wounds before. If it had been a regular suit like I had thought yesterday, then there would only be damage to the suit; here however was actually blood right near the top of the skin. How in the hell can this be a real life breathing hominoid wolf…? Uh, scratch that… when did I go crazy? Well… how could I be crazy, because I know for sure I don't feel crazy…?

Looking up into Samantha's eyes, I swallowed thickly before I let my body speak for my thoughts, "So, you really are a wolf keidran…"

"I thought I already told you this last night…" She said as she pulled her arm back and her hand out of my own. I stood up and walked over to a wall, and I leaned against it as I looked towards her, and couldn't help but study her closely, if not try to comprehend how this was even physically possible.

Flinching as I felt the plug at my heel shock me, I jumped away from it as I felt my hairs standing up on end, and I heard a loud crash noise from outside. Both Samantha and I looked towards the front of the house, and I said, "As much as I want to discuss how you are possibly the strangest thing I have ever meant, I think I should check out that noise…"

Turning away and walking away with my new revelation in mind, I couldn't help but remain distracted as I opened my front door and looked outside. What I saw was a man standing there in metal armor beside a tree that seemed to have collapsed. Is that the man from before from the forest? How is he here!? Walking down the steps and towards the figure, I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated, but then I saw a shine from the corner of my vision. Looking over and at the disturbance, it proved to be the sword that was still resting on the top of my quad.

Grabbing the hilt of the sword and pulling it towards me, I heard a metallic shingle as it dragged across the metal bar on the back of my quad, and I heard the man speak, "So dear sir, you were the one to steal my sword. Do you by chance wish to do battle then…?"

Turning and looking towards the man, I couldn't help but stare at him as he stood there, So he wants to fight because he thinks I stole his sword… and he has a strange humor on speech? Moving towards him as I spun the sword, I saw him raise his gauntleted arm, and that was when I saw he truly only had a stump of an arm. When I was halfway to him, I stopped the blade so that it was facing the ground behind me, and I said, "Alright, first things first, I am the one that saved your ass, so why would I want to fight you? And secondly, I didn't steal this sword; it doesn't fit my style…" Only guns can fill my need for unwanted fighting, not something as out of date as this…

The man seemed disappointed at my declaration that I didn't want to fight, but by the time I finished talking, he had hopped down to the ground. As he walked up to me, he reached out, and I gave him his sword, but before he pulled it away from me, he said, "I am looking for a wolf keidran that may have possibly arrived at your residence, she has already put me through enough trouble."

Oh Hell, so no matter what, keidran really are a part of this world, and I was the only one to not know about them? Maybe I really am a recluse as those kids kept calling me. Nodding towards the man, I asked, "And what do you need with her from, is she a friend…?"

After I said that, the man scoffed loudly as his sword was slid into a sheath at his hip, and he said, "She is a filthy runaway slave that deserves to be skinned alive rather than returned to that pathetic farmer that is her owner. Her fur would make a terrific trophy on the mantle of my castle…"

Even though what he said wouldn't have caused such a start from me, I felt myself bristle at how casually he discussed how she was nothing but an animal. While his logic was sound on a few things, slavery was made illegal for a reason for how wrong it was, and the torture he would surely put her through made my blood boil; though I didn't let it show through my body, or expressions. "Alright, I will be sure to go get her. it will take me a little while, as I will make sure she comes out without a fight…" But when I say she, I mean my shotgun.

Walking back towards my house with my plan being set into motion, the man called out, "Don't mention my being a Templar, that will only spook her, and then she will be like a lynx keidran…"

By the time I was back inside, I saw Samantha standing there in front of me with a fearful look on her muzzle. "I'm assuming you know who he is, and what I must do?"

As a tear formed in the corner of her eye, she said, "I thought you would've been different from the other humans…" I walked towards her, and she backed away, until she bumped into the wall; in which case I was standing directly in front of her. "I won't let you take me out there…"

By this time, her muzzle was starting to curl up, like she was about to snarl, but I ignored that as I looked past her head and opened up a cabinet. When I reached in it, I said, "Good thing it isn't you I want to take out there then. I'm not sure if you are from around here after what he said, but slavery is against the law here…" With that said, I pulled stocky trench gun from its hooks, and grabbed some buckshot cartridges.

That armor may look thick, but these pellets will be sure to knock him back if he thinks he will be getting to Samantha. "Lyon, what will you do then?"

"I'm going to scare him off…"

Before she could reply or do anything, I had turned around and walked away and out the front door, aiming my shotgun at the floor as I walked out of it. Closing the door behind me, I looked back forward, and into the open air of my front lawn, where I saw the man standing there with a disappointed expression over his face. Moving into the field closer to him, I stopped once I was twenty feet from my house, and fifteen from him. He had his sword in front of him and resting on the ground, and I noticed his fist tighten when his eyes shifted back towards my home, where I knew Samantha was most likely watching the development that was about to happen. It wasn't until the man spoke that he turned and looked back towards me, "Why is it you defy the will of the Templar so? Your police officers thought they could fight me, yet they failed. What makes you believe you can prove any more of a difference?"

His speech was wasted on me as I was unwilling to even listen to what he said, though it still got through and made me want to check in on that later. Lifting my shotgun up and aiming at his chest, I said icily, "I don't know who you are, but you are ordered to leave this property or I will use lethal force. You have ten seconds to comply."

(Samantha's P.O.V.)

After Lyon had walked outside and left me alone in my stunned silence, I was broken from my revere as I heard something ring loudly beside me and on a table. Looking over at it, I saw it was on a silver stand, and I reached a shaky hand out and picked it up; almost immediately the ring was cut off. When I raised it up to my muzzle and looked at its small bright screen, I could make out three numbers; nine one one. I nearly dropped the small thing when a voice came through, "Lyon! Thank god you answered…" a sigh seemed to come through the phone before the voice continued, "Listen Lyon, there is a man that claims to be a Templar, he isn't from our world, he can't be! He is looking for something called a keidran, and he has in his mind that whatever this female thing is must be killed. He will stop at nothing to achieve the deranged goal of his, and he has already killed nearly everyone that was at the police station last night. Don't mistake him for being easily dealt with, even with your prior career; he is able to do something… something unexplainable. He killed our officers with lances of light that formed from thin air, and they can pierce through bullet proof vests. Lyon, whatever you do, don't-"

BANG!

I felt the phone slide from my hand and hit the floor as I bolted to the window, and when I looked outside, I was amazed to find that Lyon was still alive, and not just that. The Templar that had chased me was on his back, and while I hadn't seen the act, I knew it was Lyon's doing. When the Templar sat up, I felt my stomach form a knot as the blood ran down his face and parts of his armor were bent inwards.

When he shot his hand out towards Lyon, I saw a spear of blue streak towards him, and as it was about to make contact, I shot my own hand out as I gripped the small stone in my pocket. I felt the magic running through my fingers and out to the shield that was absorbing the mana from the Templars attack, and as soon as it ended, I felt the stone crack in my hands. I fell to my knees as the distance I had projected the spell had affected me greater than I had expected, but I made sure to keep an eye on the fight outside, so I wouldn't be left in the dark of my fate.

(Lyon's P.O.V.)

I don't know what just happened, but I knew it was a hostile act from him, and so I pumped another shell into my shotgun and fired again, and watched as his knee cap was nearly blown away, if it hadn't been for his metal armor. I pumped another shell into his armor, and watched more of it crumple beneath the barrage of pellets intended to knock birds from the sky. I was about to do so again, but before I fired off another shot, a blue glow surrounded us. "ENOUGH!"

The man turned and began to walk away, and I heard him call back, "I will be back, with reinforcements, and then you won't have a chance but to surrender…"

"And how do you intend to make me surrender? You barely held up against me!" I said as he entered the darkness of the forest. I heard him chuckle in a way that made even me shudder, and as his form simply vanished in a ball of blue light, I saw blue electricity shooting between the tree canopy and ground.

"There is a storm coming, and you will be the center of the dragon's eye…"

A.N.: Hey everyone, how is this for a stopping place in this chapter? Hopefully it was enough to keep you all interested in it. Just a heads-up, if anyone has seen the movie 'I Am Legend', then you will be seeing a few similar things in the chapters to come.

Jaze84: Thanks for the review.

3-D Jak: lol, if you had unlimited power and were mad (as in insane), then would you question the source of your strength? And he may be lacking in physics, but not mental capabilities; by the way, the internet is like a radio wave. It can be disrupted just as easily, so it wouldn't be plausible to make Aldor 'connect' to the internet by using electrical energy. Energy manipulation is different than communication manipulation like radios.

Maturedeath: Ha, if you think of it like this, then you can understand. Magic is a powerful force we cannot wield, just like electricity, yet both can be manipulated into being used how we want through special means. And criticism is good in correct proportions.

RT86: Let's just say that he already knew about 'Our World' (get it? xD) when he was chasing Samantha. If you go back, he even made reference to his knowledge on it, or rather, I did, haha. And you have 1 choice to make for a type of grenade or thing like that. A 9-banger, grenades, smoke, tear gas, etc…

GrimlockX4: lol, Electricity has many ways of being nullified, and you will see when the main fight comes to bear on Lyon and Samantha.