Two Shadows

Two Shadows - A short werewolf story by Mr. X

September 25th, 1985,
Los Angles, California...

I laid down on a soft bed. I was bashed in the head by a terrorist in a nearby forest. A month ago, Norwegian terrorists issued an attack on California after a vicious quarrel with its Governor.

I moved my head from side to side, mumbling and struggling to wake up. Finally, I woke up, realizing where I'm at: a storage room, handcuffed to the bed. I attempted to get up, but I was handcuffed to the bedpost. "Huh?!" I exclaimed, frightened. "Huh?! Hello?! HELLO?!! HELLO?!!!" I tried to pull my wrist out of the cuff, but it wouldn't break free. "HEEEEEELP!!!!" I screamed fearfully. "SOMEBODY, HELP ME!!! ANYONE?!?!!" I began to believe that I was, indeed, kidnapped by the Norwegian terrorist group. I screamed at the top of my lungs, praying that I was wrong about being a POW (prisoner of war). "SOMEBODY!!!" I screamed. "GET ME OUT OF-!!!" Suddenly, the door opened in front of me.

A dark silhouette stepped into the storage room, obviously the shape of a female. "Who's there?!" I cried fearfully, attempting to jerk my arm away from the cuffs. "Are you a terrorist?! Let me go!!" "Whoa, whoa, settle down!" The silhouette pleaded, stepping out of the shadows. She wore a brown vest, a dark green bra top, and blue, low-rise jeans. "It's okay, dude! I'm not a terrorist! I won't hurt you." She pulled a key out of her pocket, stepped towards the bed, and unlocked the cuffs, setting me free. I attempted to get up and run away, but the girl pushed me down on the shoulders. "You need to rest." The girl said calmly, despite my struggle to get up. "Who are you?!" I shouted, angry and fearful. "Let me go!" "You almost suffered head trauma." The girl said, still calm. "You have to rest for a bit before you get up." I laid back down. "There you go." The girl said with a smile, patting my shoulders. I calmed down, staring into the girl's eyes.

"My name is Britney." The girl said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I found you on the ground in the forest. You almost suffered head trauma." "What makes you think that?" I asked, rubbing his forehead. "I'm fine..." Britney began giggling. "You're okay now." She said heartedly. "And, my Mother was a doctor. She taught me everything she knew, so I was able to tell if you almost had head trauma or not." I slowly sat up. "Uhh... Where am I?" I asked, trying not to blush. "What is this place?" "You're in my cabin in the forest." Britney said, feeling my forehead with her left arm. "The sun is about to set, so you'd better stay inside." "Are you keeping me hostage?!" I asked fearfully. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no! I'm not keeping you hostage!" Britney cried. "I'm just trying to keep you safe. That's why I handcuffed you to the bedpost. I don't want you getting up and hurting yourself." I looked down. "Are you all right?" Britney asked kindly. "No. I'm worried about my parents." I sighed. "What if they died?!" "Hey, they're not dead." Britney said, her hand on my shoulder. "After you two separated, they hid in a cave behind a waterfall." "How did you know I was with my parents?!?" I cried, confused. "We're you spying on me?!?"

"....Yeah." Britney said, her heart sank. "You see.....I escaped into the forest when my parents were killed by the terrorists." I made a shocked expression. "When I took off, I found you and your parents running into the forest. I hid in my cabin and, later, I found you on the ground unconscious and I also found a big bruise on your forehead." I rubbed my forehead. "Man... I don't believe it." I mumbled. "I don't believe how this could've happened..." Britney rubbed my shoulder. I stared at her, blushing. "Hey, man. After your head heals, we can go swimming if you'd like." "........Yeah." I said, rubbing my head again. "I'd like that, I guess." Britney rubbed my shoulder, got up, and said, "If you need anything, call for me. I'll be in the kitchen." She walked out of the storage and lightly closed the door. I stared at the door. She's....amazing. I thought, blushing.