The Lone Wolf

Chapter one The lone wolf

The Lone Wolf

Friday, 2:15

School

Year 2049

The school bell rings as the student's begin to pack away.

Kids standing up into friend groups, chatting to one and other about what they have planned for the weekend.

The bell rang a second time, indicating it was time for the student's to go home.

The class left the room as a kid stood up in the back of the room, the teacher packing his stuff.

The kid threw up his hood and grabbed his bag, he left the room like everyone else, making sure to stay 10 ft behind everyone.

His name was something you wouldn't expect, a number. His name, Zero.

Born from another planet and sent to earth, he lived alone in his apartment, seven miles away from his school, he had been born with unnatural power or as science would see it, full power over the brain.

He was smarter then anyone in his school, but acted dumb as he knew that if he was to show how smart he really was, he would be questioned and then scientists would look at his brain and then realise he is using 100% of it to then dissect him for the "future" of mankind.

He knew that's not what would really happen.

He had another "gift" he had been born with, that was the ability to turn to wolf and back, when he pleased, from human to half human half wolf to full wolf or even were wolf.

As he walked down the corridor, a group of guys walked over to him, pushing him around to then pushing him on the floor and began to kick him.

Zero thought to himself that he had deserved all the pain he got put through and so he just let it happen.

About five or so minutes had passed and they left him on the floor, bruises all over his body and blood running down his shirt. He picked up his stuff and continued walking.

He got outside and began to walk the seven miles back home.

On the way home he crossed a train track crossing,

Before he crossed he saw some kids from his school messing around there. He ignored them and carried on walking the seven miles.

The journey was long , as he had a injured leg it took him over 2 hours to get back to his apartment.

As soon as he got to the door he searched his bag for his keys, to find that it was snapped in half by the bullies from earlier.

Zero sat down at his door step and waited, he carried on waiting until the apartments owner came back, it took three hours. Once the apartment owner came back she looked at him, sat on his door step, scanning his face and body for cuts and bruises. She assumed he had been fighting again, which is what he had told her the other times the boys had done this to him, she used her master key and unlocked the door.

The apartment owner decided to get him another key, but she gave it him for free, and told Zero that she would be installing a safety box outside on his wall, so he could put the key away there.

This was the nineteenth key he had gone through.

He walked in and thanked her, she had invited him round for dinner but he told her he couldn't tonight.

He shut the door and locked it, walking round into the living room, then into his bedroom.

The apartment wasn't very big, but it was well made.

The walls had no sign of decay on them, the doors just a little rusty and the window wall overlooking a field polished.

The furniture in there was cosy, he had a corner couch in the living room and a small 42 inch flat screen tv attached to the wall, next to the living room was the kitchen, which wasn't big at all.

The kitchen was basically connected to the living room, with only a wall separating them, a thin wall. But in the middle of that wall was a rectangular hole, like a bar.

He walked into his bedroom, which was on the far end of the apartment.

The bedroom was not for someone with claustrophobia. You couldn't see his bed anywhere, only some wardrobes a fur couch and some draws with another small 36 inch flat screen tv on the wall.

There was a small oak door attached to the wall, leading into a tiny walk in wardrobe, literally only big enough for his bed to fit in, with it scraping the sides of the walls, it was cosy for someone who loves small spaces. At the other side of the bed there was a 40 inch flat screen tv, with a small hole below it with a gaming tower in the wall, running wires into the tv.

About a quarter of the bed away from the pillow was a fold our table, it folder out relieving a keyboard and mouse , and some pencils and pens with some paper.

He walked into his room, looking for the first aid kit, he found it and began to patch himself up, cleaning the cuts and sewing the bad ones. This was his usual daily life, where his only free time was the weekends, where he didn't have to go to school and didn't have to see anybody , all he had to do was stay in and sleep. Which was something like heaven to him as he hated... well not hated but everyone hated him and he just didn't feel as if he fit in with the rest of the world, so he stayed alone in his room. With no one but himself. he got into his small walk in wardrobe and laid down, it was ten o'clock and decided to get some rest.