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Raised with a rifle • Swift McVay

TW:
Mentions of abuse, excessive violence, and death
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Young as hell, having conversations with myself
You could tell I wasn't lenient, a disobedient
Lynched, I slapped teachers, bitch I'm not reading it
You don't know what dogs go through
   Revelation - D12

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A beta female ended up pregnant, but the father wasn't her alpha boyfriend. That's where everything went wrong.

The pup was born on March 17. That was his name, Pup. It was a family tradition, pups needed to earn a name with their skills.

His father, Blade, never treated him well in the first place, always ignoring the pup and often referring to him as a mutt. But everything took a turn for the worst once the pup's rank started to present, at around age 6. He was a rogue.

From that point on, the alpha treated him more like a soldier than anything. Blade now had plans for the pup.

At age 10, the pup's training began. Everyday, Blade would take him outside and teach him how to use various weapons, starting with knives and certain guns.

By age 11, the pup could easily use a .380 pistol and was already starting to become a QuickDraw. It'd still take time, but it was a start.
Things were going well. So, Blade would let him drink liquor, but under one condition. That being "don't tell anyone."

With the pup knowing, for the most part, how to use weapons, Blade now wanted to start with something new.
He wanted his pup to be aggressive and to never back down to anyone. It should've been in his nature, the pup was a rogue after all.

The alpha would use violence to get his point across. Blade would grab the pup by the scruff and attempt to antagonize him, calling him a mutt until the pup started to growl. Then he'd finally let go.

Age 12, and the pup knew violence more than anything. At home, he went through intense "training".
And at school, he constantly got into fights. It got to the point where he would have to always be separated from everyone else. Even if he wasn't, others would avoid him at all costs.

13 years old, and the pup still didn't have a name. He was told he needed to earn one. Which only made him wonder, how do I earn one?
"It'll come to you eventually Pup," was all his mother told him. That only made him more determined.

How do I earn a name.. He asked himself as he zoned out, just staring forward.

"Hey.." A voice snapped him back to reality. He looked up at a young girl.
"Can I sit with you?" she asked with a soft smile. The pup sighed softly and moved over. "Sure..."
The girl took a seat beside him and attempted to make conversation. "I'm Luna, what's your name?"
He looked at her and took a moment to answer. "Pup."
Luna tilted her head slightly, confused. "Huh?"
The pup took a moment to respond. "I don't really have a name, I'm just Pup."
Luna went silent for a minute. "I'll give you a name," she finally replied. "Tell me something about yourself."
The pup tilted his head slightly. "Uh... My last name is McVay.. I know how to shoot a gun.. My dad calls me a QuickDraw."
Luna thought for a second. "Swift McVay."
"Swift," he repeated. ".... Ok. That's my name."

Finally the pup had a name. Swift McVay.
His father would still call him "pup" or "soldier" from time to time, however.

Over the next couple of months, Swift's training continued as usual, but once again, Blade added on something. Now that Swift was old enough to do it, Blade started to teach him how to do parkour, starting out with the basics and eventually working up to using a grappling hook.
The pup was a quick learner, and soon he could run a parkour course in 5 minutes.

2 years went by, and everything changed drastically..

In the past, Swift had always been warned to stay away from police. But he was never given a reason why.
Well.. That day he found out why.

He was told to take some guns and go to the shooting range, so he got home later than usual.
Immediately he could sense something was wrong. Instinctively, he sniffed at the air, trying to place what was off. His mother took a couple steps back.

"Wait.. Where's dad?"

"About that..." His mother took another step back. "There's no easy way to say this, Swift... Blade has done some things in his life.. He.. got arrested. He's not coming back."

Swift stared at the floor, trying to process what happened. She did this. He started to growl.

"Swift..?"

Something in him snapped. All logical thinking was gone. His eyes flicked a bright yellow as he growled. "You did this. You turned him in, didn't you?!"

"Pup-"

Swift cut her off. "Call me that again and I swear Imma hurt you."

For the next few months, things were tense between Swift and his mom.
Swift would only give one word responses to questions, if even that. Other times, he would act as if his mother didn't exist.

It'd only been 3 months since Blade had been arrested. It should've only been the pup and his mother. And it was for awhile. But then his mother started bringing home different men, going through relationship after another.

Even though he didn't say anything about it, it started to become clear that Swift found it frustrating. If anyone new tried to talk to him, they'd get growled at. Eventually his mother just started telling them to stay away from the pup. And that was fine, things worked out.

Until she brought home the wrong one. It was an alpha werewolf. The problem began, when he tried to force his rank on Swift.

"Don't you know how to respect an alpha?" The man snapped after getting growled at. A tense moment passed as the two stared down one another.
Finally Swift spoke up. "Look mutt, I don't give a damn about your rank. And I sure as hell don't back down to no alpha," he growled. "Now leave me the fuck alone, mutt."

The alpha ignored the warning and stepped forward, testing the pup. "Or you'll what?"

"Swift! Just back down soldier.." Soldier.. That's what Blade used to call him.
But dad said never back down, soldier.

"Back up mutt," Swift growled. Final warning..

The alpha ignored it.

In seconds, Swift drew and fired his gun. 5 shots, one after another. The alpha fell to the ground.
Swift looked at the body, then at his mother, looking her dead in the eyes for a tense moment then looked away. He didn't say a word to her, just left the room. I can't stay here. Not anymore. I won't end up like my father.

By morning, Swift was gone. Several of Blade's guns, knives, and other weapons were gone. And so was his black bandana.

At only 15 years old , Swift McVay had turned to a life of crime, constantly on the run from police. He had become what his father always wanted. He had become a weapon.

He would spend the next 3 years constantly in and out of juvie. But at 18 years old, after being released for the final time, it seemed like Swift had disappeared. By then, he knew how to cover his tracks.

He was known as the son of SwitchBlade, Swift. Most people were afraid of him, others respected him. Police hated him.
But no one could ever catch him, police tried for years. Nothing.

Swift thought he could take on anyone. And that belief lead to his eventual death.

Only 20 years old. Swift decided to pick a fight with a stranger. The other man had a gun, but so did Swift. At this point, it only mattered who was the quicker draw.
Swift had always lived up to his name. But this time he just wasn't.. quick.. enough.

BANG!