Chapter 2 Jake: The Yeerk's Tear

I didn't know what to do, I couldn't do anything. Nothing. I can't tell you how much I wanted to morph right then and there to take that wolf down myself. To morph tiger and use my powerful canines to rip it apart, piece by piece. But I couldn't morph, not right now, not right in front of my parents, and especially not in front of Mr. Chapman. That would be the end of everything.

At this moment Homer had the upper hand, he was on top of the wolf's back, clawing at it. But to no effect, since he didn't have any long nails. But inside I knew that Homer wouldn't be in the lead for much longer, Homer is a big, strong, powerful dog, but their is no way that he could beat a full grown male wolf that hunted and fought to live.

During this time, my mom was frantically calling the police, but she was talking so fast that the operator on the other side had to keep asking her to repeat herself. My father was holding me back so wouldn't run to Homer's side. And Mr. Chapman was just standing there, looking really concerned.

Just then, something happened that made all of us gasp and stare, even Mr. Chapman.

The wolf flipped over and powerfully chomped down on Homer's neck and violently shook its head back and forth vigorously. Homer dropped to the ground like a rock, you could see his back, all torn up and bloody, his face was a mess. But what looked the worse was his neck, blood oozed out of the gaping hole that used to be his neck.

The wolf stood over Homer, looking triumphant. As if he just conquered a great foe. Strange, I thought, why would the wolf look so happy? It knew it just won, but it looked too happy. And the weird thing is that it, the wolf, just kept looking at me, staring, and making this kind of weird laughing sound, kind of like a hyena.

And as quickly as the wolf appeared, it disappeared as it hoped the back gate and ran like mad down the street. I ran to Homer, he was a mess, all beaten and bloody. I knelt down besides him, held him with all my strength, not wanting to let him go, not even when the police showed up with paramedics. My dad had to pull me away so they could work on him. Within minutes, the vets from the animal hospital showed up and started working on my Homer.

While the vets were working, the police and animal control were talking with my dad, trying to get the story. My mom and I were sitting at the couch, she was comforting me, trying to make sure I was alright. While we were sitting on the couch, Mr. Chapman came over, and he did something that I didn't expect, he said he was sorry for what had happened and if their was anything he could do, to ask. That moment shocked me, I could hear the sorrow in his voice, as if he was actually sorry for what happened. At first I thought he was just really good at playing his role, when, I saw a single tear drop from his eye. I never thought Yeerks could cry.

After a while, all of the people left, Homer with the vet, taking him to the animal hospital.

My parents didn't talk to me about what had happened or about what Chapman had said, they just let me go to my room.

Later that night I was in my room, playing Doom and crushing my old high score when Rachel called. Rachel is my cousin. I answered and all of a sudden she started yelling into the phone. She sounded frantic, she sounded scared. Which is strange because Rachel is not an emotional person. And when she is scared, something is wrong. When she finally calmed down enough for me to talk I asked her if she was alright.

"Of course I'm not alright!" She shouted. "I was just attacked!"

"What?" I asked, my mind racing. Thinking that she meant that she was attacked by the Yeerks. "What happened? Are you okay?"