Warfang [(Book One)]

Chapter Nineteen

I swung the blade in an arc around me, dispersing the crowd of demons. I flicked the blade down to my side and saw Fen locked in combat with some army looking guy. Who the hell is that?
"Hang on!" I yelled to him, and took off toward the battle. I leapt into the air, swinging my blade down over my head and down upon the enemy. He dodged back and kicked me down. I hit the ground hard and blinked quickly, clearing my vision. A boot rapidly approached my face, I could smell the rubber. Fen tackled the guy to the ground, and rapidly assaulted him. "I don't think so!" I got to my feet, and the army guy shouted in rage, throwing Fen away from us.

He pointed a now clawed finger at me. "Give me the sword!"

"I don't think so!" I spun it on my hand, and slashed quickly at him. He swatted the blade aside and grabbed me by the throat, lifting me from the ground. I gripped his wrist with my free hand, but his grip only tightened. The sword slipped from my grip, clattering onto the floor. He threw me across the room, and I hit the wall, my back crunching on impact. He crouched down and grabbed the weapon, but he couldn't lift it. Instead, it attacked him in a flash. His human form began to deteriorate, and a more demonic entity was blasted back from the sword. He stood, and brushed his coat off. His outfit completely changed. He now wore a red trench coat, and had leathery skin and pointed ears. He drew a sword from his side and yelled in rage. "The only way I'll be able to get this now.. Is if I kill you." his vision snapped to me and I gulped nervously.

"Can't we talk about this like adults? No? Yay". I rolled to the side, dodging his sword slash. I held my hand out like a Jedi, to call my sword. The sword shook a bit and skittered across the floor into my hand. "The Force is with me!" I laughed and turned to see him attacking again. I blocked his blow, and stepped out of range. I took a deep breath and rushed him. I attacked with superhuman speed, but he deflected each attack like nothing. He parried my last attack, kicking me down again.
"You have no skill. No form. You are weak. Now surrender the sword to me, and you can live."

I gripped the hilt tightly and shook my head. This is all I have left of my dad. "Not in a million years Sauron!" I stabbed upwards and caught him off guard.
He attempted to parry me, but he failed and the blade cut clean through his left side. He shouted in pain, and swung his sword down at me. I let go of the sword, and rolled back, calling it to me once more.
"Perhaps you're stronger than I thought." he looked to his right, as Fen was beginning to get to his feet again. He took his jacket off, and cracked his neck. I backed off as Fen gave an inhuman roar and rushed the man. Faster than any human. My eyes widened by surprise, as I was easily able to track his movements. He looked, different. His hands had shifted into claws and he had a feral look in his eyes. In a split second, he was upon the demon, slashing violently and relentlessly. He attempted to block as many strikes as possible but was eventually overwhelmed. He fell to the ground, his sword now lay broken in two, a few feet away. Fen stood over him, breathing heavily, with a sort of growl. He grabbed the demon by the throat pinning him to the wall. His claws ready to gut him. I hesitantly stepped forward and put my sword between him and Fen.
"Fenris, stand down. You're starting to freak me out." I said firmly.
He laughed to himself. "Good." And he buried his fist in the demon's stomach, raking his claws through his flesh, blood sprayed across the floor and my eyes widened in fear. He threw the man aside, and he lay on the ground, gushing blood, his hands pressed to his abdomen in an attempt to hold his guts in. I pointed my sword at Fenris trying to reason with him. "Calm down. It's over. We won."

"No. It's not over until all of them are wiped from the earth!" He roared and I had to. I dashed towards him, shoulder charging him to the ground. Fenris rolled and began to morph. His skin crawled and bones snapped as he assumed his wolf form. He slowly met my eyes and snarled viciously.

I held my blade in a defensive stance, and he rushed me. He leapt at me, teeth bared, and I gripped his hair, throwing him away from me. He tried to attack again, but was hit from the side by a large rock.

"Hey dog breath! Leave him alone!" Emily shouted from several feet away. Ah don't be stupid! I thought as Fenris sprinted towards his new victim. I can't move that fast! Use the force. I held my hands out, and reached towards him. An invisible force lifted him from the ground.
I willed it into his mind, and he slipped into unconsciousness. I lay his body down on the floor, and he slowly changed back to his human state.

"Lucky.. Win.. Boy. " The demon from before laughed, coughing up blood.

"No, just skill." I said mockingly.

"It's not over." A reddish black portal opened under him, and he fell into it, vanishing.

"Great. Now I'm apparently a target for demons, Fen is a werewolf, and I have no idea what to do. I don't even have a driver's license!" I fell back onto the cold stone floor staring up at the ceiling. My sword had vanished sometime during the fight. I let out a deep breath, and closed my eyes.

✝️

"What do you mean?" I asked, an eyebrow raised.

"I mean, we're in this together now. There's no way I can just go back to a normal life now." Emily said quietly, staring out at the road. Fen lay in the back seat, sleeping.

"Well, thanks for saving me from him back there." I said softly.

"Of course."
"It just seems like you help me more than I help you." I rubbed my eyes and laid back, looking out the window.

"Well, that's what friends do. Get some sleep. Lord knows you need it. Especially after that."

"Will you be okay?"

"Yeah of course. Get some rest dude. I'm good." She turned the radio up a bit and I gave my thanks.
Someone wants my sword. But who? And why? Why me? Did it have something to do with my dad? These questions ran through my head a million times a second. And I couldn't find answers to any of them. I guess my middleschool counselor was right. Real life isn't easy.