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TIME FOR IAN (Part 2)

Ok i'm not tired anymore, so HERE'S PART 2

THE ENDING FOR IANS BACKSTORY WAS RUSHED SO I'M GONNA START WHERE ANGIE GOES POOF

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Ian was traumatized. His parents were dead, his sister tried to kill him, there was no one there to keep him from going nuts. He didn't know where to go, or what to do.

He lost Angie, so he lost all hope.

Unsure of where to go, he decided to go to his sanctuary; the forbidden forest.

The forbidden forest was where Ian spent his time after school. Angie was the only one who knew about his trips to the forest. His parents didn't know about him going there, Ian always made up excuses for why he was home late. Angie always backed him up, she was very trustworthy. Ian tried to take her there once, but she got scared, and refused to go. Ian would try to draw pictures of her, and show it to the wolves. He wasn't the best artist, so it would never look exactly like her. He did talk about her to the wolves, so they knew who she was.

Ian was a few feet away from the entrance, the head wolf was already there. It knew something was wrong. Ian always runs to the forest, happy to be there. He staggered his way down, his legs weak, his eyes red and puffy. Ian took a few more steps toward the forest, but collapsed onto the soft grass before he could get any closer. The wolf dragged him all the way into the forest by himself. Ian slept in that forest the entire night.

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Ian decided to live in that forest for the rest of time. He had nowhere else to go. He was pronounced dead in his village, along with his parents.

Before Ian left the village to live with the wolves, they would teach him how to take care of himself in the wild. They treated Ian like one of their own. Ian felt truly at home when he was with them. Ian would occasionally see children looking around in the forest, and scare them off. He scared them so badly that no one else dared to look for him. People told stories about him, and he soon became a legend, but no one tried to prove that he was real.

After 3 years of living there, he'd gotten used to the forest. At the age of 17, you'd think he'd grow up and try to leave the forest, but he never wanted to leave. The forest was his only home, and he refused to leave his only home. The wolves were like family to him, and he would always stay with his only family.

It was close to three in the morning, Ian was sleeping, next to the rest of his animal friends.

Ian had a strange dream that night.

There was a boy, in a black cloak, standing in front of him. Ian couldn't move or speak, the only thing on his body that had feeling was his right hand.

The mysterious boy took his hand out of his cloak, pulling out a mirror, and giving it to him. Ian hesitated at first, but eventually took the mirror from the boys pale hand.

He saw his green-eyed, freckled face inside the mirror at first, not noticing anything strange about it. The face in the mirror slowly morphed, his fair skin grew thick white fur from all sides, his white teeth turned into long yellow tinted fangs, his green eyes turning blood red. There was an unsightly dog-like beast looking straight back at him.

Ian threw the mirror on the floor, disgusted at what he saw. He looked at his hand, which was now a gray, furry paw. He began to feel his legs again, but they began to grow fur, as well as making him taller. His clothes stretched and stretched until they tore away from his white furry body. He fell backwards, trying to run away, but his legs wouldn't let him.

The boy in the cloak stepped closer, he took off the hood from the cloak, and revealed his pale face. He wasn't as scary as Ian thought he was, he was very short and frail. He had jet black hair, that seemed to shine in the eerie purple light all around him, he had blood red eyes, just like Angie's eyes, with dark circles under them, and red triangles on both of his cheeks.

"Why are you afraid of me? You're the monster, you should be intimidating me!" the boy said, with a concerned face.

Ian tried to respond, but instead of human words, a small bark came out. He covered his mouth, frightened of what he'd become. The boy chuckled, quite amused with the huge dog-like beast on the ground, who was scared of his own shadow.

"I thought you'd be a lot scarier, I might have chosen the wrong guy... The legend I heard about wasn't a coward like you." The boy taunted.

Ian was furious. He had never been called a coward in his entire life, that wasn't the kind of person he was. He was always considered a leader, always ahead of everyone. Ian was insulted, but no matter how many times he tried to disagree, he knew that the boy was right. The wolves that he called family were always trying to protect him from everything. Even if he could take care of himself, they didn't care how old he was, they would always protect him first.

Ian, who was blinded by rage, finally stood up. He struggled at first, he wasn't used to the furry legs he just grew. He growled and pounced at the boy in the cloak. He tried to attack him, but the boy kept teleporting left and right, leaving behind purple smoke from where he previously was. Ian tried over and over again, still infuriated with the mysterious boy's words. Ian at him again, but the boy dodged and returned to Ian with a swift punch in the gut, launching Ian backward. Ian paused on the ground, catching his breath and trying to process what happened. This boy was small and weak, he couldn't have possibly just sent a beast flying with his small body! Ian laid on the floor still out of breath, giving the other boy time to speak.

"Yikes, you have a ton of strength! I wonder where that came from! What happened to that scared puppy on the ground?" The boy taunted again, still not exhausted after dodging all of Ian's attacks.

Ian was beyond fury, he'd been insulted twice by this boy. He finally lost it, he vowed that he would never be insulted by this boy ever again. He jumped off of the ground and lunged at the boy one final time, and managed to tear the boys cloak with one of his claws. He prepared to attack him again, but he came to a stop, for the boy had seemed to surrender.

"That's enough," the boy said, with his hands up in the air and a smirk on his face. "No one's ever been able to tear my cloak before, I'm impressed!" Much to Ian's surprise, the boy didn't have a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"I had a feeling you were the right one, I just had to get your inner beast out. I'm sure I'll have a lot of fun with you." The boy said happily. The boy turned around, his black cloak flowing in the air as he walked.

Ian slowly returned to his human form, feeling all around to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be.

"I'll be back in a couple of months. Be ready, I won't go easy on you next time." The boy said flatly.

"Wait! Before you leave, can I at least know your name?" Ian asked.

"My name is Wade. Don't forget about me, ok?" He said.

"I won't, I promise!"

"Good."

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Ok im tired again, im just gonna call it a day for now.

I'll make a part three, with a drawing of Jacqueline along with it.

Night guys, stay hydrated!