Mirror me

Wolf cub

The piercing cries of the sirens where everywhere. No matter where they ran, the sound followed them, hunting them. This was a major blow to Wolf's pride. He was the hunter dammit not the prey. Despite the utter shame he felt at their current predicament, he was not about to risk the life of his host so soon after his awakening, especially one a hardy as Fox had proved himself to be.

Contrary to popular belief inside the Kaprick, it was not fun to be possessed. It was a long and painful process that many didn't survive, the pressure put on their conscious so strong that many had their minds reduced to primitive rage that, in turn, infected their demons.

His last host had been strong, able to withstand the process of possession, leaving her in control most of the time. However, when they had captured them, eventually, her mental fortress collapsed and she succumbed to the inviting escape of aggression. The men in the white coats had killed her without a second thought, believing that they had also destroyed the demon in the process. Wolf snorted, ignoring the confused glance that Fox threw at him as they crawled through a too small tunnel that led to a wide open area that smelt like shit.

They stopped so Fox could catch his breath, still worn out from the fever that clung to him like a poisonous smog. Wolf eyed the short boy. He was smaller than Lilly, younger too but he had a fire that burned much brighter than Lilly's ever had. Perhaps, he mused, that was why he had been able to manifest outside of the boy's mind. He brought a fist to his face and clenched, relishing in the feeling of muscles tensing and bundling under his skin. It felt good to be free again.

All too soon, the haunting wail of the sirens became audible as the scouts closed in on them. Wolf watched, a strange tightness in his chest, as the boy struggled to his feet and continued to hobble further into the maze of tunnels. Right then Left, Left then Right. Down a ladder then through a small opening.

They continued like this for hours, stopping only when the silence was deafening and starting again when the scouts drew too close for comfort. It was the thirteenth time they stopped that Wolf finally snapped. He pinned the weak boy against the tunnel wall and brought his face close, eyes flashing in annoyance as the boy struggled slightly in his grip. He brought a single clawed finger up to Fox's lip and motioned for him to be quiet.

Wolf shut his eyes and concentrated. From the sound of it, the droids were around 200 metres away, that gave him about 45 seconds to do what he needed to do before they were discovered.

He breathed out, allowing shadows to spread out from him, enveloping him the boy in the surprisingly warm cover. The shadows thickened, obscuring them from view, hiding them in the blackness of the tunnel, keeping them safe from harm. Wolf tensed when he heard Fox whimper. He looked down, ready to hiss at the boy for going against him when he felt the boy slump, burning forehead pressed against Wolf's side. With the scouts now only seconds away and Fox's whimpering, they were almost definitely going to be caught, shadows or not. Growling lightly in frustration, Wolf brought Fox up closer to his face. He covered the boy's mouth apologising silently for what he was about to do. He bit down.