Run Away Wolf

Part one

Why do we lie? For rest? For protection? Sure, how do we live with those lies though? We forget or we tell the truth. How can you have a beautiful lie though? A lie that is better than the truth. The truth is ugly, painful, even. I looked down at the ground. Cold. It was cold. I smiled at the dead grass. An ugly truth it was, death that is. I looked at my old beat up converse. I was walking. I felt the nagging feeling that something was about to happen. My shoes fell against the sidewalk. I heard boots running up to me along with expensive designer sneakers. I knew it. Ugly truths revealed themselves one way or another.
"Hey! Why are you walking so slow airhead?" I heard the mocking voice. The sound of someone making fun out of me. And I wasn't very fun I will warn you.
"You know why Markus Dulihuse Smith, and you know that I know how to contact your mother." I looked up in time to see him pale a little.
He realising that it was a joke flushed red and drew a fist. "I have forgotten, tell me again would you?" He held his fist as a threat above my head.
"No I would like to keep my voice to myself thank you." I tried to walk away but his gang surrounded me and they all lifted their fists. I grimaced but kept my mouth shut.
"You know there are certain benefits in being the head of the school. They will follow me blindly," He smiled like there was not kids all about us stopping a staring.
"The good thing about not being the head is that not everyone hears you. But you, my unfortunate acquaintance, are heard by all. I hope you enjoy unemployment or neglect. either or." I smiled savagely and leaped at him looking for the coherent consequence. Pain. I was kept from it, all my life I wanted pain. I felt my fist connect with his gut. He doubled over. but rolled back to a standing position, now with a knife. He slashed at me. Pain was not fun but it was a truth, albit an ugly one. I smiled at the pain and continued to punch him until the knife fell from his grasp. After that I rolled grabbing the knife and holding it in a defencive position. All of my slowness gone. I felt a dark cloud  come over me and sagged. I ran on adrenaline. Only then did I have any energy. I slowly reached up and touched my forhead.it stung and came away painted with blood. I dropped the knife and sat down on the curb. Teachers were rushing out of the buildings. I heard the boy get up I hear pick something up. The blade was cold. Held against my neck. I felt blood start to trickle down my neck. Warm life giving blood. I grimaced at the fact that I still enjoyed the pain.
"Why did you doubt me Abigail? We could have been friends you and I." I did nothing more then stay where I was, not responding. I felt Markus being pulled off of me. A teacher helping me, rushing me carefully to the nurse where I was made a fuss. I was bandaged re bandaged and sent on my way to the principals office. I sat in one of the upholstered chairs and listened to the princely voice through the walls. He was talking to my dad. "... I aware that she could dodge bullets if she wanted to but she would rather walk through them. I tell you you could shoot her in the head and she would keep coming at you."
"I am well aware of her abilities sir but I would like to take her home and let her rest. We know that she needs it."
" All you need her to do to wake her up is put her in a lions pit. God have pity on the lions." I listened. The conversation went under a whisper and about a minute later they walked in. A police officer came in and sat Markus down on the other side of the room. Standing with his hand on the taser the officer stood behind Markus.
"Abigail, I understand that this has happened before but what made him draw the knife. I would like to hear," the officer spoke.
" I was walking from my bus to the buildings. I have a....disorder, it makes it so that I have major fight or flight instincts. Like a wolf, kind of. Anyway this makes me extremely tired until I have to do something dangerous or threatening to me. So I was walking and Markus was taunting me. I stopped and paused to look at him, he rose his fist. I tried to walk around him, but his gang surrounded me. all of them raising their fists. I tried to move again but couldn't get out. I punched him," I gestured to Markus. "And expected to leave but he drew the knife. I fought him and made him drop the knife. I picked it up, you know, just in case. But he stayed on the ground. I, exhausted then, dropped it and sat on the curb, waiting for the teachers to come out. My.... disorder makes it so I only have energy when I am in danger. I did not feel in danger until there was a blade to my neck. I could have fought him but I had use my energy in a previous fight, one that involves running after the bus, I was late, to the bus and I felt the energy so i used it."
"You dont have to explain your disorder miss. I have spoken to the nurse, she knows little about it but she knows enough." The police officer continued. "Markus your side of the story please."
His story had something to do with him walking by naive and innocent, and getting punched by me, who he stated practically ran on drugs. He said that he had been feeling in danger for days and started carrying a knife with him for protection. He drew his knife and fought bravely, but was overpowered by me. He fell dropping the knife. he stated that I had picked up the knife to kill him but decided that I would get in too much trouble. So I sat on the curb as he came through. He reached for the knife and put it to my neck to hold me in place as the teachers came. The whole story was filled with grotesque details about the madness in my eyes and the feeling of his bones giving way to my fist. I had broken his jaw and his nose.
The principal came and interjected. "We will do a drug test on you," He pointed at me. "But we will watch the security cameras, I don't think that you account of the event is true Mark." He moved to the computer and flipped the monitor for the officer. He came around to our side and sat down as Mark's face paled. The monitor depicted what I described. His taunting voice cracked from the horrible audio. My calm response. He rose his fist. My calm response. I tried to get around him. is gang. His brutal voice. I punched him. he doubled over and pulled a knife from his sock. I had wondered where it had come from. He lunged at me I ducked. Cut on my forehead. He punched and kicked in a boyish fashion and I punched and kicked timely. he left his guard open, I punched shifting my other arm to block and didn't leave myself open. I had bruises that ripened my arm. I didn't really feel them. I finally dropped Mark and picked up the knife from his fallen hand. It tumbled from my fingers and I must have fell onto the curb. It was a miracle that I was sitting up. Mark sat up slowly and looked at the knife on the ground. He crawled to it, picked it up and shuffled to me holding it to my neck as blood welled from around it. The teachers ran into view pulling Mark off and standing me up half dragging me to the nurse as I stumbled along behind them. The officer shut off the Monitor but true to his word tested me for drugs. He found traces of my daily meds and of painkillers that the nurse gave me but nothing else.
"You have lied in the eye of the law. You will be tried and hopefully convicted of the attempted murder of Abigail Ruth Jones. You have the right to remain silent until your lawyer arrives." He slapped the handcuffs onto Mark's wrists. "You on the other hand," he turned to me. "Should try fighting competitively. It would be a good workout and I would think that it would be easy for you. You would also get that energy that you look for." He smiled at me and placed his hand on my back. "Good luck kid." With that he left pushing Mark.
"You are not going to fight competitively Abby," my dad grabbed my arm and dragged me out to the car, shoving me in the front seat. I felt a rush of energy. Was I in danger? I felt a little pain in my side from him pushing me to hard. I must me. Instincts took over a punched his arm he loosened his hold and I ran. I don't know how I ran so far. I wasn't tired. I finally stopped and sat down, in the woods. I looked at me hands, paws. I walked over to a crick. I saw my golden eyes my thick elegant muzzle. I was a wolf. I backed up and felt myself change. Human hands. I was a red wolf. big and powerful. A  fighting wolf. No doubt about that. I sat on the grass and looked behind me. How far had I ran? Where am I? Did anyone see me change? I saw a wolf with it's golden eyes and sleek body circling me. Many of them. I felt a guttural growl bubble out of my maw. I felt myself ready for attack as a wolf. The wolf changed into humans. I sat up my bones shaping to human again. I stood still ready for a fight. the biggest, must have been that Alpha male, walked forward.
"Could I have a name?"
"Abigail. Abby, I guess. what is your name?" I looked at the boy's eyes. He must have been 16. No more than that.
"My name is Darconicence. Drake, is what you should call me. What are you good at Abby?" He sounded like I couldn't have been stronger than him. he probably gained his strength through working out all the time.
"I am a fighter and a good runner."
"How fast?" He looked at me like I was a threat now.
"I can catch up with a school bus and out run one too." I looked hesitantly at the unbroken circle of wolves around me.
"How strong?"
"I can beat a grown man to the ground and walk through a hail of bullets, even though I could dodge them." I found myself ripping the bandages off of my neck and forehead. I looked at Drake. "What about you?"
"I am self made strong, and naturally fast." he smiled with pride
"How fast?"
"I can out run a bus, like you but I can do that all ahead of the bus giving the bus a head start." He smiled broadly. I realised that he only had jeans on. I looked at myself. My shirt was still on.How would that be possable? The would rip. I didn't see any clothes on myself as a wolf.
"Sorry to put a blemish on your pride but I could probably beat you in a fight." I saw him turn into a sleek grey wolf. Snarling and growling madly. I changed too. I saw him look at me with curiosity. I looked at the rest of the 'pack' you could call it. there was one black wolf the rest were grey. I was a red wolf. The natural fierce leader of all wolves. I saw Drake pounce. I snapped at him. The black wolf joined me. We cornered Drake and ripped at him. he fell human. Dead. that was how wolves worked that was how I worked now. I changed back human as the wolves bowed to the best of their ability. The black wolf stood by my side. He changed. I looked at him as a human. He looked stronger than Drake.
He rose to his full height (about six feet, maybe more) and looked at me. I was five foot nine and he was looking down at me. I looked into his midnight blue eyes, his chiseled jaw clenched before he spoke, "Hello Abigail. Welcome to the pack. I am Angelus, Angelus Cado Iaceo. Angle fall and Lie dead." He smirked glumly. "One hell of a miserable name."
I smiled at him. "You are right about that. Do you have a nickname?"
"Yes. one that my peers gave me." he smiled again. "Death and all his friends, but you can call me Mitch. That was my brother's name. He died. Cancer."
I looked at him and smiled simpathedicly. "It still means death. How about I call you angel. the more fortunate part of your name."
"You know latin?" he smiled at me genuinely. his shock of black hair falling into his eyes.
"Sure I do." I realised that like Drake he didn't have a shirt on. His Stonich was laced with muscle and his arms were thick. I didn't give a second glance. I sat down all impending danger gone and rooted through my bag that I had thought to bring to school. i had an apple. I picked it up and took a bite but the taste was revolting. I saw Angle turn into  the black wolf next to me. he lay his bold brod head on his big stout paws. he was a rather thick and sturdy wolf. A true fighting wolf. I following suit in hope for food changed into my red wolf self. The black wolf got up and looked at me. There was a howl. The call of food. we were On the hunt. We all split up and ran through the trees. every once in awhile I would see a flash of gold or grey eyes. A lean grey body or more rarely a sparsely clothed dashing man. I constantly saw the steady silver eyes of Angle. who was near my side most all the time. His black body melded with the trees so all you could see was the little color of his eyes. I dashed into the clearing and saw a huge moose. I with the adrenalin of the chase forgot myself and was the first to leap. I aimed straight for the neck. I felt blood gush into my mouth the warm pleasure of it. I tore at the neck of the animal, feeling it shake and try to hit me with it's knotted horns. I clung to the neck of it feeling the strength ebb out, the blood start to cool as the heart slacked on its job. The moose fell almost on me if not for my leaping out of the way. The other wolves were walking into the clearing just now, Angulus sat content to watch me in the corner of the clearing. I changed back into my human self, and looked at the rest of the wolves. They sat at a respective distance. On their furry haunches.
"I share my food this is for everyone," the wolves walked up, unsurely to the moose. They nibbled at the raw flesh of the animal. I joined them as a wolf myself. I ate my share, which was a rather big one because I killed it, and left to sit next to Angelus.
I changed human and combed my tangled reddish hair with my fingers.
"I'm going to school with you now. I need to, to protect the pack. It's my job. I think I know what you will be." He looked quirky kind of, as if ready to jump into action at any moment. "You killed the leader of the pack. You are to take up place." He looked around like I hadn't said anything.