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CHRIS BROWN FT KERI HILSON~SUPERHUMAN PART 4 JUSTGRACE

　

　By justgrace       "Its complete"-justgrace

Renir

　

He wanted to be a superhero.

Every since he could remember, he wanted to help people. He got into shouting matches with middle schoolers when he was just five years old, defending the weaker of his class. He got into his first fight when he was just ten years old; someone had shoved his best friend's head into the girl's toilets.

When Renir was just thirteen, he was turned into a monster. The wolf, its fur a cold grey, had circled him with a barely curious look while he stood still in fear.

It had lunged and bit him on the leg, studied him for a moment, then ran off.

Somehow though, in his fierce pain, Renir could see that the wolf looked a little familiar. It had watched him while he played baseball, watched as he watered his mother's flowers. The wolf had been there the day that he'd had it out with a guy for pantsing a girl he had a tiny crush on.

Renir groaned. Get up, he told himself. Get up, Renir.

A burning started in his leg and he cried out. This was a small town; hardly anyone would be driving by. His leg snapped. Renir bit back tears, biting his lip to pieces as he literally began to come undone. He lay on the side of the road, with tears pouring down his face, wondering why he couldn't just fall into the sweet arms of unconciousness. His body was lifted into the air by an unseen force. He was too hurt to care. A bright light flashed around him and slowly, he was lowered to the ground.

You have been chosen, Renir.

A voice resonated through his head. Chosen? Chosen for what?

And suddenly, he had four paws and a tail. Suddenly, everything was much more clear and bright. He didn't feel the pain anymore.

It had taken him a few weeks to get used to his new state. He had run to the nearest stream and looked at his reflection to see that he'd turned into a huge, monsterous gray wolf. His eyes, a bright blue, were the same color. He'd recoiled in fright, tripping over his own paws, and howled until his throat was raw.

He slowly learned to cope. He had to eat so he'd hunted animals. Their taste took some getting used to, but he had to survive. Knowing that his mother was terrified of dogs and his dad kept a shot gun, he watched his parents' pain from afar. There was an investigation that went on, but they gave up after a while. Renir Ford was officially dead. Period. They moved away a few weeks later.

One day, about two months after his transformation, he woke up to find himself staring at a pair of hands. His hands.

He sat up slowly, not believing his eyes, then ran to his pond. The watter skittered up and hit his flesh with a cold sting: he was naked. He was covered in dirt and rocks and sweat, and streaks of blood weer around his mouth. His body was more defined though, more cut up than usual. He had already started to work out: being a hero mean that you had to be able to take an ass kicking. His black hair was longer, shaggier, and his eyes were a sharper blue. He noticed that he could see the particles in the water, the fish darting along, the sunlight bouncing off of their scales atlhough the water was muggy. He fell into the water and he began to cry.

"Uh...dude...this is kind of weird. Are you okay?"

He snapped his head toward the voice to see a guy around twenty years old covering a little girls eyes. They held fishing poles and bait and the little girl wore a fisher's hat.