Animalistic Spirits

Chapter 1: The Awakening

Running through the forest, wind whistling in my hair as I leap over stones and fallen trees. Might sound majestic to you, but in this case I'm terrified. Bellowing roars heard in the distance, as I look back tripping over a root hitting the floor hard skidding forward. Crunching and loud huffing coming towards getting into view a huge Kodiak bear coming down the hill charging. "Aw shit!" I say aloud as I stumble to get up, starting off in a low run getting into a sprint. Feeling the hot breath of the bear on my back as I keep going closing my eyes not wanting to see how close he is. Next thing I know I'm not feeling anything under my foot. Opening my eyes now falling off a cliff, screaming while I head towards my death.

THUD!

A loud crash can be heard through out the house as I hit the floor. Opening my eyes with a relieved sigh as I get up to hear my mother's voice. "JAMES ARTHUR TIBERIAN!!! You get your butt down here and get ready for school!"

"Alright sorry, I'll be down in a bit" I would reply back to my mom before she came up to my room. It was one thing to have her yell at you, but if she came up oh boy you are in trouble. I remember a couple years back I was ignoring her while she was calling me, next thing I know I am being water boarded by my own mother. Now that was a wake up call I was not looking forward to. Though this is a new town with new beginnings so let's not start this off on a bad note. After getting dressed I would walk down to the kitchen noticing mom was finishing up breakfast. My little sister was already eating pancakes with way to much syrup making a mess of herself.

"Good morming Jams" Sarah would say as she smiled with her two missing teeth. She was only 5 years old though was a smart girl even if she didn't know how to say James correctly, but who am I to judge.

"Morning Sars" I would reply as I smiled back at her and she would giggle at the nickname I had given her. "You know mom I can start school next week, I mean come on what's one more week of being at home I can....." she would cut me off. "Oh no sir you have already missed to much school from the move from Washington", ah yes the dreaded move. I don't know why we had to move to Alaska my sudden grandfather died who I have no memory of meeting though left us this nice house and an inheritance. Granted we were already low middle class back in Washington, but it built character now we got handed a silver platter all because grandpa was part of the biggest fishing company in the US.

"Fine.... but I am going to leave now so I'm not late it's already 7:15" I would say as I would grab my skateboard and head out the door ready for what today will bring. Skating along the sidewalk in a gentle cruise the nice cool air was going through my hair. Not really a care in the world until I saw the school Fairbanks High, is what it read taking a deep breath and sigh as I got closer.

THWAK!

Suddenly finding myself on the floor with people laughing all around me. Great already making a fool of myself, sitting up and noticing what had happened. Never mind already found the school bully, as I see a kid who looked well over 18 with a pencil thin moustache and a Mohawk pointing and laughing at me. Looking to my left noticing a football as I stood up, "Come on dweeb throw it back", rolling my eyes I pick up the ball not wanting to cause any trouble. I took a deep breath gripping the ball hard anger becoming my worst enemy as I threw it back at him with profound strength. Hitting him in the chest and knocking air out of him as he shot back into the school door and falling to his knees coughing.

Everybody looking at me in shock as I myself could not believe what had happened. Looking down at my hand as it was red with intense blood flow and began to fade. I would bend down to grab my bag as I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders and a stern voice. "To the principle's office now!" turning my head to see a monster of a man. I would groan as I was escorted to the office with a guy who looked a lot like Dwayne Johnson if he had a handlebar moustache and wore silk jogging suits.