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#19 - Their Fear of the Ultima

Summary - People. Humans. Everyone he cared about. They all had the same emotion....fear.

People feared him.

They ran out of pure fear the minute they saw him.

He was lucky his parents let him be around kids his age and to have friends.

Who knew that someday, those very friends, would leave him because they were frightened and scared of him.

That was all his fault and he knew it.

He had a gift. The gift to turn humans into werewolves and vice versa. That very gift is what made him a monster. All he could remember was his bully constantly saying "Monster! That's what you are and always will be! Show them what you are! Show them the true monster people fear! Show them why people fear Ultimas." That saying is what made his eyes turn crimson red and caused his black ears and tail both with red tips to appear.

He was a monster and deep inside, he knew he was one.

Because he was an Ultima.

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A black haired boy paced his bedroom floor for the twentieth time that day. His crimson red eyes hid behind a red bandana his dad gave him. A pair of black ears with red tips rested on his head as a black tail with the same tip swayed left and right. His mind only had one thought that he was constantly thinking about. The warning he was always reminded of. "Ultimas' are feared because people see us as monsters. Monsters that kill anything. Don't let anyone see your ears, your tail, and your eyes. Keep that bandana on your eyes as it will prevent you from harming your friends."

He was sick of that. Sick of getting told not to reveal what he was to the world. His dad reminded him that he didn't want another Starlight accident to occur. Not one that exposes the fact that Ultimas were real to everyone. He sighed heavily as he leaned his head against the wall of his bedroom, sitting behind his door. In his hand was a picture; a picture of him and his friends all happy. Before the crazy drama came about. His thumb traced the wording on the picture, the words "Worldwide Starlight" popping out of the picture.

He could remember who took that picture. It was his mom and Lucinda that took it, only showing it to those who knew his secret. Heck, even to this day, none of his friends knew his secret. Knew the fact he was a werewolf and not just any werewolf, an Ultima werewolf. He knew, if they ever found out, they'd be scared of him. Like he would push them away, which is something he probably would end up doing by accident; not because he wants to but because he would have to. He could only hope it wouldn't go that direction, that maybe, they'd still be his friends.

But luck was never on his side and he knew that. He walked out of his bedroom, grabbing his backpack; swinging it over his right shoulder as he started to his school. When he arrived, which only took 5 minutes because he ran there, he wasn't even panting. His friends gave him a weird look as he shoved it off like it was nothing they needed to worry about. They walked inside, leaving him alone outside. He walked in after them, getting dragged off by a black haired werewolf with crimson red eyes. He could tell this was going to get feisty really quick.

The werewolf smirked, pushing him into the lockers nearby. For being the son of Balto, he had to admit, this werewolf had strength. He grinned, practically throwing his fist at the werewolf. The werewolf kicked his side, forcing him to hard ground. He had two ideas; one, fight the other werewolf or two, get tortured by him and keep his secret a secret. Sighing frustratedly, he went with his second idea. No matter what, his werewolf secret had to remain a secret for not only his safety but his father's and grandfather's as well.

The son of Balto really truly lived up to his name. Kicking and punching him in whatever way he could think of. He could slowly feel his ears and tail about to 'pop' out as he very quickly calmed himself down. The werewolf grabbing his neck, choking him with a tight hand.

"Monster. That's all you'll ever be!"the werewolf yelled, punching him again in his left side.

He knew the werewolf was right. Deep down, he knew but he didn't want to admit it. Not now, not ever. He did the unthinkable, something people have never seen him do.

He punched Balto's son in the face before throwing him out the window.

His friends looked at him with shock face expressions. He pulled his hood up, hanging his head down low as he walked home. His side was slowly killing him with every step he took. Finally, when the pain caught up to he blacked out for a minute. The minute went by faster than expected as he woke up, knowing he still had to walk home with a bruised side and crimson red eyes hidden behind a red bandana.

He walked inside his house, closing the door behind him as he stumbled up the stairs. His parents giving each other worried looks as they heard a 'thud' coming from upstairs. They ran up the stairs, gasping at the state their son was in. His mom practically putting pressure on his side with a stack on bandages, his dad calling his father. He could only hear one word before darkness claimed his vision.

That word being his name, his name being yelled by both his parents.

"BLADE!"

His name was Blade and despite the fact that he was the eldest Lycan child of Aphmau and Aaron Lycan, he was often kept under strict rules and regulations set by his parents. They didn't want him harming anyone close to him and anyone in general. There were things he cherished and things he despised, those things being kept isolated from his gang of friends and keeping his eyes under control.