A wolf in human's clothing

Chapter 4: A wolf and her boy

Midnight at a Military camp in a grass field...

In one of the green tents, Colonel Martinson is writing a letter addressed to the U.M.F.U. with a quill pen. He let out a deep sigh. My job... He thought. I'm doing my job, Aris. So, you might as well turn yourself in and we'll both call it eve... RING! His telephone rang. He picked up the phone and said, "Hello?" The caller began speaking. "Please, sir. I'm doing the best I can. Aris isn't leaving this country. I promise. .....Yes, sir. I apologize for my behavior. Goodbye, sir." He hung up and continued writing his letter. "Sir?" A soldier said, walking in. Colonel Martinson looked up. "What is your report?" Colonel Martinson asked. "No report, sir." The soldier replied. "I came here to tell you that we're ready to move out." "Okay. I'll be out in a minute." Colonel Martinson said. "Carry on." "Yes, sir." The soldier said, as he walked off. Colonel Martinson slowly got up, the palms of his hands on the desk. I'll find you, Aris. And, I'll have you executed. He thought.

Meanwhile...

Ricky laid on the bed across from Aris' bed. All he's doing is staring at the ceiling, wide awake. How does Aris know about my Grandparents? He thought. And, how can she be so cheerful in a totalitarian state?! She believes in God.... I.....I wish he would give me my grandparents back. He slowly closed his eyes and dozed off. Until Aris lightly shook his shoulder. He immediately opened his eyes. "Aris?" He said in shock. "What are you doing here? I'm trying to sleep!" "I wanted to check on you, Ricky." Aris said softly, as she sat down on the bed next to Ricky. "And, we need to leave. The Army may be getting closer to the bunker." Ricky shook, his fear intensified. "No! They can't be pursuing us still!!" He shouted fearfully, sitting up. "The ARMY is pursuing us!! Doesn't that mean anything to you?!!" "What do you mean?" Aris asked, still soft. "I mean YOU dragged me into this and I hardly KNOW you!" Ricky cried. "I have no happiness in life and NOW I'm running from the Army!" "Ricky... God wants you to be happy." Aris whispered, getting up. "He wants you to live a happy and healthy life. You Grandparents would've wanted this too..." "God took my parents from me, Aris." Ricky sighed sadly. "No. It was the U.M.F.U.'s Army that took the lives of your Grandparents." Aris said gently. "Our lord would never wish for your sadness. He didn't take your Grandparents to make you upset." "I don't believe that..." Ricky sighed sadly. "I just don't. God let me down..." Before Aris could say anything, she heard voices. "Everyone, search every inch of the bunker!" A familiar voice ordered. "That's an order!" Colonel Martinson. Aris thought fearfully. Oh, no. "Who's voice is that?!" Ricky whispered fearfully. "Is it the Military?!" "......We have to get out of here." Aris whispered, lightly taking Ricky's wrist. She opened a door to the left of Ricky's bed, took Ricky inside with her, and closed the door softly and locked it. They are in the bathroom. The sink is white and shiny and the faucet is silver, the mirror has a small crack on the top left corner, the door that leads to the toilet is against the left wall, the walls have plaid-colored walls, and the floor has dark white, pentagon-shaped tiles. "Stay quiet." Aris pleaded quietly. "Colonel Martinson is here. We have to stay quiet or they'll find us." Ricky heard marching down the stairs as well as radio chatter from walkie-talkies. "No one is here." A voice said sternly. Yep. Ricky thought. It's the Military. We're dead. As Ricky shook in complete anxiety, Aris grabbed his shoulders and lightly squeezed them. "Relax. It's okay. They won't find us." She said softly. "Just trust that God will protect you. He would never want you to be scared." Ricky took several deep breaths slowly and the shaking stopped. He sees orange and red lights flashing from under the door. Flamethrowers. "Burn everything in this room!" Ricky and Aris heard Colonel Martinson order. "And, search for any traces of fur at once!" Ricky is trying to control his fear. I can do this. I can do this. He repeated those words in his head. I can do this. "Should we search this bathroom, sir?" A soldier asked, his voice close to the bathroom door. "It may have some traces of fur in it." I CAN'T DO THIS!!! Ricky thought, his fear completely intensified. Aris turned Ricky around and said, "Stay. Calm. I'll get us out of here." Aris walked towards the door to the left and quietly opened it, and pulled the shower curtains. As Ricky walked into the room and stood behind Aris, he heard someone banging on the door. "Are they using a battering ram?!!?" Ricky asked, completely scared. "What are we even doing here?!! It's a dead end!" "Come." Aris said. She opened a door on the ground in the bathtub. The door resembles a cellar door. "What...?!" Ricky said, shocked. "Climb in." Aris said kindly, as she climbed into the cellar. Astonished, Ricky climbed into the bathtub, closed the shower curtains, went down the cellar and closed the door behind him. POW!! Soldiers poured into the bathroom, pointing their bayonets around the bathroom. Colonel Martinson walked inside looking around. He knelt down and rubbed the floor, searching for white fur. "Nothing..." He said quietly. He got up, turned around, and sternly ordered, "Move out!" "Yes, sir!" The soldiers said.