Enough is Never Enough

Mini Shorts Final Part

November 17, 12:27 A.M

      Clara was lying in bed, but she couldn't sleep. She still had a weird feeling in her gut, and she couldn't stop thinking about the guy she saw in the alley. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She silently got out of bed, and she opened up the Wakandan briefcase that had her suit. She dressed into it and silently slipped out into the night. She went into and alley, took a breath, and changed into her wolf form. It felt weird to be a wolf after so long rather than just using her senses, but that weird feeling was gone in a second. She lifted her head towards the sky and started to sniff. And under all the car exhaust and pee smell and the trash and sewage in the city, she picked up the faint scent of the man in the alley. Earlier that day, when she saw the man, she picked up his scent right before they drove away. And now she was tracking it.

       Clara slipped in and out of alleys, keeping hidden as much as possible, but also trying to move quickly. She also forgot how big she was sometimes, and she would accidentally rattle a trash can. But the scent got stronger and stronger, and the place where she saw the man was getting closer and more familiar to her. Finally she saw the alley. The area she was at was completely dead, so she was able to come out. She kept her underbelly low to the ground, stalking on the alley in case the man was still there. She picked up the scent, but it was stale. She listened for any breathing nor heartbeats in the alley, but nothing was there. She changed back into her human self. She wiped all the pebbles and crud off her hands and snuck into the alley. She kept her wolf vision though to see better. She saw by a dumpster a tattered blanket. She bent down, and very carefully lifted the blanket. She wasn't sure what she was looking at, but it was green, shiny, pointy, and had a whole bunch of weapons on it. Okay...so crazy guy is hiding weapons. She stepped back and felt something under her foot. She looked down, and felt her heart skip for a second because the broken mask scared her. It was broken in half. It was a green, elf mask of some kind, and the mask was grinning widely, almost sinisterly. She picked up one half of the mask to examine it. What is this? She ran her fingers over the smooth texture, and that's when she heard something nearby. Still holding the mask, she went from a squatting position, right on to her feet. She felt her fingernails turn to claws and dig into the mask. Her hearing became a lot better and for some reason, her tail just wanted to join the party. She stood still, listening intently. First her stomach started to feel weird again. Then she picked up a scent. It was a new scent, yet somehow familiar. It's not this guy, Clara thought to herself. Then who is it? She heard footprints next. Getting closer and closer. And finally, in the alleyway, she saw a figure of a man. He just stood there, and the nerves made  Clara flick her tail nervously.

       "Is Thai yours?" She called out to him. The the hell Clara? You know it's not his! She saw the man shake his head.

        "Do you know where I am?" The man called out to her. The man's voice wasn't threatening at all. It had a hint of a lisp to it actually, and it sounded higher and a bit...dorky?

         "New York. Who are you?" The man started walking towards her, and Clara made sure her claws were known.

          "Wow, what are those? Claws?" The man sounded intrigued and interested. Like he wasn't scared.

            "Yeah, and I'll use them." Clara warned him. He put his hand up in the air, as if the say that he was surrendering, but Clara didn't fall for it. She was getting the feeling that she had with the man on the bridge and the flying green alley guy, and they were both bad guys.

            "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you, alright? I'm just trying to get home, and I need help." Clara shook her head.

             "Oh yeah, well bold of you to assume I am going to help you. I don't even know who you are."