The Lone Wolf

CHAPTER 2: REALITY

Run.

That's all I could think. That's all I managed to comprehend. My only thought. RUN.

It's been 2 hours since I saw him. I jumped out of bed, no need for a light as I could see perfectly, i grabbed my go bag and left.

It was raining heavily and the only thought was to just keep moving. One leg in front of the other. Just keep going.

My lungs burnt trying to breathe the oxygen my body was severely lacking but I had to push forward. I had to keep moving.

After I seen HIM standing there outside my window I panicked. I've done this before but just like last time when I looked again he wasn't there anymore.

That's when I jumped up. I had to get out of here. I knew I was pushing it with how long I had been here but I thought maybe, just maybe I struck a lucky star and finally made my way out of his ever lasting pop up show everywhere I would find refuge.

But as it so happens, I have no such luck.

I had been there for a week. Exactly 3 days longer than any other time he has found me.

I can't believe this. I really can't. First the nightmare, then HIM standing outside my window. Now running in the rain through the most darkest dreariest parts of the city I ran to a week ago.

Your probably thinking " Your a wolf. Wolves are supposed to be in never endings of forest and nature and lands". And you would be right. But I'm apparently on the run and have been for 5 years now.

The forest and country side never really was ok for me since that dreadful day my mind won't suppress. So the way I see it, the more people, the more to hide myself. The more buildings, even more places to hide. Or at the very least sleep for a night. And for the last week it worked.

But here I am. Still running for my life. Still not understanding much of anything I have studied since I haven't met anyone else like me yet. Not that there has really been much of a chance to actually meet or even talk to anybody, but anyway, such is my life.

Every chance I get (Which ain't very often) I'll stop at a book store or a library trying to catch up on something or come to some sort of understanding of what my mother was saying that day.

So far I have gathered that an alpha and luna are the leaders of a pack. Then there's the second, a beta, and third a gamma, I don't know what it means quite yet but I won't stop trying.

I finally decide to stop my efforts of running, when I come to what looks to be an abandoned building. I go to the furthest and smallest part I can find that has a quick exit close by just in case. And start thinking about how I've survived this long.

I hate admitting it But as disgusting as it is, I have to do it to stay alive. So I rummage every bin I come across and try and find something. Most of the time it's just half eaten sandwiches but you also get the odd 1 or 2 packets of chips or protein bars every now and then. I also steal people clothes off their lines, not very often but I do, do it. I don't like doing it But when your on the run and have never had a job or a stable place to stay atleast for a while then what other option do I have.

I always make sure I have my go bag packed. I never stay in a place that has more than 2 Windows, and i always make sure there is a way in and a way out of wherever I land my arse for a night, just so I am never cornered if HE ever attacks.

He's never attacked before. But the feeling I got THAT day in the car when he was in the middle of the road, is something I will never forget.

It's like torture from the inside. It's like in his presence my blood feels like it's melting my flesh from the inside out. And it's the only feeling I'm actually terrified of.