Assassin Omega

Post It On Youtube!

Kari tapped through pictures of Gondor as I marked held up two figures and role-played crazily with them, saying whatever came into mind.

"Gandalf! MY WATTPAD ACCOUNT BROKE!" I waved the Legolas figure around. 

Kari grabbed the Gandalf figure from my other hand and continued without missing a beat, still scrolling through scenic sights of Gondor. "There's only one thing for it! We're going going to need watermelons. Big watermelons!!"

"Aye aye captain!" I saluted for Legolas.

"Now - where is the fellowship?" Kari called grandly.

"Can't you just yeet them over here?" I whined.

"To quote Boromir - One does not simply yeet people across the continent! Secondly, THE WORD YEET HASN'T BEEN INVENTED YET."

I gasped theatrically. "Then we must gather them! TO ISENGARD!!"

Kari paused. "Why Isengard?"

I shrugged. "Cuz Gimli."

In this household, we are hardcore Gimlas supporters.

Kari nodded wisely. "Ah yes. The love interest. Of course! Come, Shadowfax!"

Shadowfax was brought out, and mounted with some difficulty.

"TOOOO ISENGARRRRRRRD!" I cried.

"And they were off!" Kari wound the narrative up, dropping Gandalf and Shadowfax, and turning back to her photo-searching.

Dad came into our room a few minutes later, and on the table were a large tray that the model will be set on (it's easy to carry that way) and a few sketches. 

"Okay, Okami." he said. "You've got sport."

"Okay." I replied.

"Bye!" Kari called as I followed Dad downstairs. "I'll work on Gondor while you're gone!"

In case you're wondering why I haven't told you about this, it's because I don't actually have sport. It's a codename for Dad and me going out to the local werewolf pack's congregation site, Moonwood Community Centre, known as the Moonwood. 

Dad drove us to the Moonwood, a building on the edge of a park that masqueraded as a supermarket. I am not kidding. We even have a small functionary bakery. We walked through - there were no customers, thank goodness - and entered the 'Employee Only' section and opened a door that opened on... A kitchen.

Go on, that wasn't what you were expecting, were you? The secret stairway is actually at the back of the kitchen. We actually do have to cook and prepare food, you know.

We walked down that secret stairway, which culminated in a big room filled with people and wolves and ninja-style training equipment, while music played in the background.

There, that was what you were hoping for, weren't you?

Called it. Deako (the writer) owes me an invisible dollar now. Hah. 

(No I don't! >:( Hmf. -Deako)

"Hey Frank! How's it been?" Dad called, sitting down next to Frank.

"Hey." Frank replied. Very smooth, Frank. 

"Okami!" someone literally barked. A wolf ran up to me, and transformed into a girl wearing a T-shirt and shorts. "Or should I say Echofang?"

"Hey, Jade." I said. "Or should I say Stoneheart?"

It's a werewolf thing. We all choose 'wolfy' codenames. I'm Echofang, and Dad's Ironfang because parts of names tend to be hereditary.

"Did you hear the rumour?" Jade asked me. 

"Which one?" I replied, answering Jade's question with another question. I am very helpful. 

"There's another paranormal society. They're not werewolves, but no-one knows what they are."

I nodded, impressed with Jade's insane skill for gossip mongering. (Deako: Apologies to people named Jade.) 

However, I had my own theory. One I wasn't going to share with Jade. One much closer to home.

"When's the next pack run?" I asked, changing the topic. For you non-werewolf readers, a pack run is an annual event where we have a 'barbecue' (AKA more raw meat than you can poke a piece of raw meat at. We are wolves.) before everyone transforms and we run around the forest. Fun!

Jade shrugged. "Next Sunday, I think."

"Nice." I nodded approvingly. Keeping secrets from Jade is like keeping catnip from a determined cat.

I transformed into a wolf. It's weird, like a sneeze backwards, but you get used to it. And because the author is saving all her malice to attack other OCs with, we even keep our clothes on when we transform back!

(D: You'll find out what Okami means later...)

In case you're wondering who else there is apart from Dad and me, Jade (Stoneheart) and Frank (Grasspelt), with Frank there's Leif (Riverfur), Frank's nephew, and his girlfriend, Marissia (Starstripe). Two competitive teens, Adam (Halfstream) and Matt (Bladeblaze) are shooting baskets in the gym to my left. To my right are a few tables, and that's where the oldies and adults hang out, and Rose (Silverwind), Ken (Blackbark) and Nolan (Stormblaze). Nolan is our Alpha, our leader, and his mate is Rose. This is not an Alpha story. The Beta (second-in-command, for you non-werewolf/Wattpad readers out there) is Dad, so I'm next in line for that. 

"Hey, 'Kami!" Matt called, coming over. "How's life been?" 

"Lifey." I answered flatly. Everyone thinks I like Matt. I don't. Unfortunately, Matt is next in line for the position of Alpha, and if I'm not Beta or another official rank by then then he could make me his mate. At which point I'd have to kill myself...Or him.

"As long as life treats you fairly, I have no cares in the world!" Matt cried poetically, failing to realise a). That I was not even bothering to hide my look of complete unimpression (that's a word now) and b). That Adam had taken out his phone and was filming him.

"I'm sure you've got better things to do then stand there and spout that flowery nonsense at me." I said crossly. He's been doing this for ages, but he'll never take no for an answer. "Oh, and thanks Adam! Post it on Youtube!"

Matt was shocked that I had turned him down, but he spun around when I mentioned Adam, and noticed that Adam was shaking with silent mirth while holding out his phone, and ran towards him angrily. Adam saluted to me, tucked his phone into a pocket, and transformed before sprinting away at full speed, Matt following.

"I'll gef you for thiff!" Matt growled, his words coming out slightly muffled, because wolf mouths are not made for human words.

"You haff two eyef! You haff fur!" Adam countered. "You haff a fnout! You are a werewolf!" 

Matt, taken down by sheer confusion, skidded to a halt and sat back on his haunches.

"What??" he barked, understandably puzzled by this weird form of insult.

"You haff limbs!"

BOOM. Adam, in two swift volleys, had smacked down Matt with ultimate trash-talk!!!

Well, maybe not. But if there was a prize for distraction techniques (and possibly oddest put-downs), then Adam won it by several miles. 

Adam sprinted ahead, and with a 'Hey!!" of realisation Matt continued the chase. 

An idea sparked in my mind. A short distance away was the basket ball that Adam had left on the ground. Heading towards me at high speed were Matt and Adam. This could be fun.

I transformed into my human form and positioned myself behind the ball, and as Matt came careening across the base I rolled the ball into him. Wolves are not meant for dodging basketballs. I have proof: Matt smacked into the ball and they both rolled across the gym floor. I'm 75% sure Adam got it on camera too. 

We all have our hobbies and skills, and Adam's hobby is a decently popular gaming/daily life/random stuff Youtube channel. His skill, however, is serious technology skills. But that's another story, and shall be told another time.