I'll Fix You

Chapter Three

CHAPTER 3

"Ow!"

You cried in pain. Turning toward your sleeping companion you sent a heated glare his way. Giving him a gentle kick in retaliation he grumbled in annoyance. You saw him stand quickly, lowering his chest to the ground in a deep stretch as he yawned. Breathing a sigh in defeat you slowly began to rise.

Raising your arms in the air you stood on your toes. Silently pleading your body to release the stiffness it had accumulated while sleeping on the floor. Freezing up in mid stretch, you felt as if something was wrong, or out of place. Looking around intently you tried to search for what had caused you to feel uneasy. Listening closely to your surroundings you were only able to hear Wolfie cleaning himself. However, your hands immediately shot to your ears upon hearing the screams... again.

"Fucking hell!" you yelled in surprise. Before you could stop him, Wolfie had shot at the garage door. Slamming into it in rage, his teeth closed around the handle, trying desperately to pry it open. His snarls challenged even Josh's horrid sounds. You noticed his claws tearing away at the wooden door, shallow gashes being etched onto it's surface. However, not wishing for the door to be torn down, you called him back to you. You noticed his ear twitch at the sound of your voice, but he refused to leave, instead deciding it best to sit by it. Walking toward him you gave him a gentle pat on his head, before you disappeared into the kitchen. You prepared yourself and Josh a bowl of cereal, while you placed some deli meat in Wolfie's bowl.

Placing your bowl on table you walked over toward the garage door, which your furry friend had been guarding. When your hand reached for the doorknob he had shot upward waiting for you to open it. As soon as it had been slightly ajar Wolfie dove his snout inside and pushed it enough to worm his way in. Snapping the the door open you chased after him. You caught up to him only to see him stock still staring at the trailer, in what you believed to be curiosity. Then you heard a voice, or at least you think you did. It was barely noticeable, so quiet that it made the gentle breeze outside sound like a storm. Well, perhaps you were exaggerating it a bit, but, where was the mumbling coming from? There was no way an intruder could have entered, Wolfie would have already torn them to shreds.

Turning your head in the direction of the trailer you cautiously approached it. Placing your ear as close to the cool metal as you dared, you listened.

"N-No, no no no... S-She wouldn't h-hurt me. Then why are you bleeding? I-I... I attacke- Wrong! S-She was trying to hurt me? Yes! Yes yes yes."

Your jaw was slack as you listened, to the conversation between Josh and... himself? Closing your mouth your eyes drifted downward to the floor, as you processed his words. 'She' that could only mean you, he hasn't gotten in contact with anyone since you saved him. But, why would he suggest you hurting me? You've never hurt him, but then again, Wolfie did draw blood from him. But... but you never hurt him and now he's trying to convince himself that you're an enemy. You couldn't allow this to happen. If Josh began to see you as a threat and a meal, you along with Wolfie, are as good as dead.

"Josh" thank God you hadn't stuttered, "I didn't hurt you". You waited patiently for a reply of some sort, perhaps a bit of movement amongst the darkness. After a few minutes of waiting your patience had worn thin, so you placed the bowl of cereal inside the slot and turned your back to the trailer. Frustration quickly began to consume you as you entered the livingroom. Plopping down onto the couch you snatched the TV remote from the coffee table. Flicking on the news, you half listened to the news reporter as she spoke about a murder, a fire, a few donation advertisements and the occasional joke tossed in. After the news had concluded the weather was directly after.

"As you can see here, a fairly high amount of precipitation and cool gusts of wind will travel down the mountain, which will then create a bit of an ice storm around.. this area." you yawned in boredom. A small ice storm won't be a problem, as long as it doesn't knock down any telephone poles we should be good. Casually flipping through the many channels, your ears picked up on a soft rumbling sound. Looking down to your right, you noticed your phone buzzing with a call from, Chris? Picking up your phone, you answered it.