#thewolfking

Leman Russ, Primarch of the Space Wolves!

Chapter 2

Dream.

                  This chapter will be very brief; it happen briefly form what I can remember. It happened like very bad a car wreck. It happens so fast to know what really happen at first, and a deer in middle of it all. There always someone who lost control, and there are people getting hit and then there people who hit you and knock you off your ass.

                I woke up full energy and angry. “BARK, BARK, BARK!!!” I heard I ran towards it then full speed on my hand and my feet. I never ran so fast in my whole life before. The wind was moving fast going through my newly grown fur, tongue hanging out like a dog, nose smelling everything in the wood to the Burger King half a mile from my house.

                I stop to see a small white rabbit hopping along. I look at it closely: like all my senses where focus on the rabbit. I saw and smelt the dirt on it fur, heard it heartbeat faster with each breath it took, I could even taste the air it. It was bitter sweet so I’m guess wheatgrass.

                It tried to run off, but I grabbed before for it could take a step. I bit into it stomach and ripped out what was insides and stared eating whatever parts I had in my mouth. Before I was done I saw a squirrel it stood there like I just ate it best friend then ran as fast as it little squirrel legs could go. I took off after it as fast as I could. It was already a good five maybe even ten feet in fount of me, but I cut it off.

                It looked up at me then tried to take off to the right of me. I got it by it tail, pick it up, and smashed it head aging a nearby tree. Blood sprayed in the air. That when I smelt it.

                My nose told me where to go. Turn, left, right, left two more times, straight ahead. There he was a beautiful hug buck 200 pounds at most. It was drinking water it tongue dropping down for it last drink; it look up at me stared to run but before it could I grabbed it by it neck and bit into it.

                 I lay the once pound a beautiful animals down so I could eat it better, when out of nowhere I heard. “HWOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!”

I looked up to see a look like to be the hairiest man ever. He ran at me before I even had time to get up and defend myself when he kneed me in the face. “RAWRRRRRRRWWWHOOO” I yelled, and ran at him. He stepped out of the way and slapped me hard to the ground. I then grabbed his foot making him fall.

                “Yes, yes,” I heard a voice say “Kill, kill...KILL!” 

            I got on top of him about ready to do as voice ask of me, but then I thought. “This isn’t right, I’m not a killer!”

                “You are a killer now!”

            “No I’m not!”

                “You already killed three animals, for the fun of it”

            “Well it stop now then” As soon as I make that vow. The other monster get up before I know it and knock me out, but before I black out fullyI hear “You’ll never stop.”

Chapter 1

Birth Day’s gifts

                  As I ran to my grandma’s house, full of excitement, I wondered what gifts she had got me for my birthday. Even though I was fifteen now, I still felt five whenever I came to my grandma’s house. And I never got tired of hearing stories of my grandfather, and witches and ghosts and goblins.  My younger sister, Nora couldn’t. We loved our grandma. Sometimes I felt I loved her more than our parents, who spent little time with us and more time providing for us. Mean I love my parents, but my grandma was more of my family then my mother and father. (But aren’t most kids like that?)

   Well, Nora didn’t come with me this time. Grandma said she just wanted to see me alone. As I ran down the hill, I started thinking why that could be. But I didn’t think about it too long. Soon I was at her door, and I just could ask her.

   I opened the door to the smell of mold, alit cigarettes, and cookies.  “Sammer.” I heard her say. “Hi Grandma.” I said with the biggest, dumbest smile I had (I am such a Grandma’s boy).

   “Take a seat, sit down.” I did as she asked. “Um, Grandma .” ,“Um, Yes?” She replied. “Why did you ask me to come alone?” She pulled out the cookies from the oven. She handed me a plateful. “I’ll tell you as soon as your done eating,” “OKAY!” I said with a bigger and dumber smile (Stop it face!).

                Even thought I had three prices of cake I was still super hungry, and still the cookies where the best food that god put on mother earth so I eat even if I was throwing up. There were 15 on for each year I was still alive. I say that because my first two years most of my family thought I  wouldn’t  be around for many birth days, my fifth I was diagnosed ,but not by a doctor I may add; by god dam school board.  Two years later I was hold back for no reason that me and my parents could think of.  So I had to start the first grad all over aging. Soon kick out school for three months. Later went back and had problem here and there, but all my hard work final paid off. I skip a grad for my work effects and intelligence. (Or at least that what the paper said.)

                After I was done eating I was getting ready to ask aging why the rest of the family could be here, but she cut me off before I could say anything “Sam” she said, “go down stairs, and get your birth day gift; it in a little glass vials and the stuff in it is purple on the top shelve.” “Okay?” I did as she said.

                I hated going down stairs to the old basement; because I always found something die, and due to that it always smelt like death hadn’t a shower in a year.  I walk down the step open my eyes as wide as I could to find the light switch. I found flip it on there was no signs of casualties. I walk over to the shelf on the far side of the room. The room was warm because it was May. I was at the shelf and began look for the vials that grandma was talking about, found it, and went back up the step. The vials had a royal purple liquid in it and what look like a drawing of a crescent moon on smell pieces of paper on front and back side.

                I came back up the stairs and showed the gift to her. “What is it?” I asked. “That my dear is my last wish.”

“What does that mean?” she looked up with sad eyes and said

                “Do you remember what when you where first born, or at least the story I told you?”

                “For me not forget my name and stuff.”

                “Yes” she said, with hope and little sadness with it. “You must drink all of this when I die; for you and only you will need it and are able to take the pain that comes with.”

                “Pain?”  I said curious about what was in that could hurt me and if was some kind of poison then why give it to your grandson? Could she want me to die? “You will not die from it you will be too strong for it to take you I’m sure of that.” She said and got rid of most suspicions.

                “I have one more thing for you.” She said with that she got an old lather bound book, and put it on the small table between us. The book was in reasonably good shape, a couple rips and tares but not too bad. The center of the book there was a big sliver wolf head with eyes as blue as a clear early afternoon sky. I open it and read the first thing that came up. It was a name wrote in fine black ink “William .JR. Patrick “   that was my grandfather named. “Was this he’s privet eye log book?” I asked.

                My grandfather was privet investigators and police consultant on wired cases. That why Nora and I loved the story about him so much. “No” she answer, “It will all make senses soon but for now I want to talk about school. What your plan for this year”

                “Okay.” I said. That wasn’t like grandma at all. Normal she would have just tell intends of dace around a question like that. “Well” I continue just so she be happy “I plan on go to college for journalism, so keep my grads really good and no fighting above all.”  She looked down at the floor with a smile. She looked like a guy that just got told by a girl to just stay friends.  “That very good” she told me.

                “What wrong?” I asked.

                “It hasn’t happen yet.”

                “What does that mean?”

                “Samuel if you wait till tomorrow and something happen I’ll tell you everything you need and need know, but if everything tonight is just find and your alright; we must never talk about this is that understood?”

“Wha-  I mane yes grand mom” If she said Samuel it must be imported.

“Right, and one more thing don’t tell anyone about this” she added.

“Okay” I said unsure.

We talk for a few more minutes about school, and what I was going to do this summer. I found it weird that grand mom want know about school this early during summer break.  She only asked about thing when they came up. I was really worried about tonight now. And if I knew what was going to happen that night I would stay up until the morning came and ran away far from home, and never look back.

Walking home my mind made impossible and wonderful scenarios about what could be going on with my grandmother. Maybe she had a deal with death and this was potion that I could use to flight him/her or something. It also could be use to cheat death; the potion could grant wishes and then all I would have to do is wish her back, or maybe she thought that I couldn’t stand to live without her and this was to kill me…. “Then What about the book” I thought.

I took a better look at the old book. It was written backwards, or at least the cover, outside was. I open the book first two page after my grand dad’s name were blank, but the first paragraph on the third page was wrote backwards. In drank ink to a normal person it would look like “.ginteem fo erusaelp eht tog reven I  ohw dlihc dndrg raeD.”   But it what it should say and what I see is. “Dear grand child who I never got the pleasure of meeting.” 

   “Okay now. Now I’m worrying what the hell is going to happen tonight”. I thought to myself. I stop at the door took a breath look at my yard that my dog was rolling her back in, and then when inside.

“Hi Sammy” Nora said lying on the couch eat a tub of ice cream with a severing spoon while watching Futurama. “Hi” I replied (How is this 12 year old not 400 pounds let alone just 86?) “Mom and dad home?” I ask (No).  “At work” she said while licking the spoon. (Called it.)

“Where Peter?”

                “Your nosey mister.”

                “Nora.”

                “uhhhhhh”

I laughed. This was how she was sometimes and I loved it. My sister had a great sense of humor and super lazy: witch sometimes made her more fun, but most the time made her hard to live with. Once I calmed down some she told me he was up stairs in my parents’ room playing video games. Mom didn’t like for us to play on the X-Box for more than two hours, and the game could have a little to no suggested themes.(Yes I know I’m pretty sheltered) but Peter stays up all night playing any games he wanted so long as he did what he was told and made good grades.

                When I got to the room I said hi and replied with “SAMMMY”. Peter was my cousin he had short orange hair ware glasses ghost white and was thin as rail. I sat next to him and grabbed a controller and stared playing Mortal Kombat. Peter was great at all games and play a lot more than I did, but I had been in lot of street fight and as much hate to say it I was good when came to fighting a most of the time even video games. This was always a fun game to play against each other.

                The charter selected screen came on and we picked our Combatants. Peter pick Kenish before I could so I when with scorpion. Kenish was blind but could kick ass still. I’m not sure on his story and ever thing, but I always like to play as him. My dad might know he love these games: In fact he is the only reason I get to play them my mom think they’ll make me so crazy ass  ninja dressing serial killer.

                “You ready to cry on your birth day?” Peter asked.

                “No!” I said made a hysterical sad face.

                “Too bad!”   

                Just as he said the narrator said “Round one, FIGHT!” so we did he got the first three hit, but then I got under him and tripped him out from under his feet he fall then as he got back up I uppercut him into the air then kick him he fall once and rolled towered me and uppercut me with his sword then as soon as I got up he threw me across the room. My life bar was only half full I threw my chain at him and pulled him to me “GET OVER HERE!”  Scorpion yelled. I punch him three times and then threw him. When he got up I set him on fire and then pulled him again this time tripped him flowed by a fast uppercut. Then finally I threw him and I won the first round. “And that my gift to you.” Peter said. “Cheap ass.” I said and showed my tongue.

                We played for a few more hours till Peter had to go home. Ours dads had got back from my dad’s work. Both my parents where self employed my dad, and some of his old high school friends stared a business in carpentering when dad lost his job at koolaid factory and mom was working at subway she now own gym which dad had help build. Sometimes Peter’s dad would come down and help.

                 We said our good bye and then they left for a three hour drive back, and me, dad, and Nora when inside to cook dinner for when mom got home. My dad was “6-6, had big hairy arms, curly brown hair where he put his glasses a lot, green eyes, and reddish brown goatee. My sister had same color hair that when down to her back as my dad and was already 5’4. My mom was short for an adult around the same height as Nora was a bit tinnier and darker hair, and brown eyes. I was 5’7 back then where glasses that looks like I sold them for Harry Potter, Tawny color hair and brown eyes.

                My dad and my sister began making dinner. Normal I help or made it on my own, but it was my birth day so they wouldn’t let me.  I lay down on couch thinking about the time I spent at my grandmothers, when Nora came up to me and handed me square present the wrapping paper was had Barbie on, deriving a pink sport car on, and in other picture on the paper it show her walking a yellow lab much like the dog I had. “The paper was mom’s idea the gift was mine.” She said.

                I open it and began ripping the paper. Pieces when flaying then fall to the floor. It was a copy of a game I want call fell out three it came out a few years ago but I didn’t get an X-box till last charismas. I played a lot a Nick’s house. (You’ll meet him soon) Nick was my best friend ever sense I moved up a grad half way through the year.

                “Thank you” I said.

                “You better be happy” she said smiling. “It cost all the money mom had been saving to our trip to Disney land”

                “So like…fourteen dollars and ninety-nine cents?”

                She blink at me “Yeah exact what it said on piers tag., but mom  ripped it off to make it look like it cost more”

                “She only ripped half it.” I said left the game and turning to it back side to point out the ripped tag where it said “14.” I guess the rest said “99”.

The door swung open and mom came walking in with sun glasses on yelling “WHO LOVE THEIR MOTHER!”

                “I do!” my sister yelled high pitch whinny back running up to hug her. “Sammy doesn’t thought, he said mommy cheap”

                 Mom jaw dropped her eyes wined as my sister hung for her arm like a monkey. I laughed so hard I fell to floor. “Oh so our love a jokey to you?” my mother said.

                Then my dad walked in and saw me on the floor, ran over, pens me down so I could move (shit) and stared tickling. Mom and Nora got in on it. The dog (Balto) came in and licked me well I was being tortured.  Balto was “my” dog I took the most care of her, and when someone let her out I had to go get her witch I never thought was fair. She was fluffy, blond, and had the softy it brown eyes I’ve ever seen.

                “Alright I love all crazies, now get off me!” I yelled laughing. They slow made their way back to sanding up.

                “By the way dinner done.” Dad said. We all when and sat down in kitten to enjoy a nice chariness meal. Chinese was my favorite food; I eat each chance I get. My dad like all foreign food: Mexican, Tie, and of cores Chinese.

                After dinner my dad called me over. “Sam I think this summer you’ll need a job; how about you come work for me.”

                “Okay” not sure what I could use the money for, but I think I would learn from it.

                “Oh and umm… one more thing comes into my offsets” he said.

                “Yes sir” I said, and followed him to hi offset.

                His offset was small the most I could fit was maybe two or three people standing, gray, few family pictures, and on picture of wolverine form a coloring book that I gave him when I was four. Dad sat at his desk which had a small lab top on and cup to hold pen and pencils.  He reaches in desk drawer and pulled out a small wooden box with a five pointed star in a circle. He opened the box and pulls out a knife.

                The Knife handle had eight little then one big stars in a circle like the one on the box, it was jet black, the stars where red, and the blade silver. “My dad gave me this knife on my 12 birth day.” He said “Cut my thumb off the next day, your granddad was pissed, but after he saw I was okay  he looked like he was grateful I didn’t bleed out or anything” he said smiling a sadly.

                “This is wired.” I thought my dad never talk to me about his childhood, or really never show this much emotion about a little thing. My dad and I had trouble talking to one another after he open his bunnies.

                He looked at me and rubbed the top of my head. “So I waited a few more years to give it to you” he said, “you like it?”

                 I held the knife in my right hand. It was heavy, but not too heavy, and it fit right in my hand. (it was perfect) “I love it thanks dad” I hugged him.

                “Your welcome, son” he said

                We said good night. I ran up stares lay the knife on the night stand and got grandma book out. I study it some more. I was half right about the book being written backwards. Some lines where wrote left to right, other right to left, and some upside down. “What are you trying to tell me grandfather?” I asked. I turned to last page, and saw a blood red five pointed star, and some of the paint(wasn’t sure if it was real blood or not) was dripping. I lend down to smell it. “Oh god!” I thought.

                It was blood. “Jesus beard...”  I whispered “What the hell you where you and grandma in to you old bastard?”

“Bark, bark, bark!!” I heard

That was Balto. I got of my chair put on my shoes and stared for the door. I look at the cat clock on the yellow wall of living room. According to Mr. Meow Mixer it was 11:58. I when outside it was a great night. The air was warm, the wind was blowing slowly, and it wasn’t too dark out thank to the full moon.

                I use to look at the moon and see so much beauty, but now I fear it, wish it never comes around, and I pray on it. Pray for nothing to happen to just left alone on it and too not been seen on it.

                “BARK!!!!!” it came for the woods.

                “I’m coming pretty girl” I yelled.

                I must have only took to step when I got really hot and sweaty, I became so week I fell to my knees, and threw up blood. “What th-!” cut off by more blood. My nose and my moth bang to stretch outward, my ear pointed upward and stretch as if the where flowers  trying to reach the sun, My teeth and nails sharpen, my tongue blood drenched it was all I could taste.

                My ribs expanded to either end, and then my chest open up more. On top of that I itched like a kid with poison ivy and his big brother poured itching powder all over him. “AAAASHHHFHDKSKFLSDL” I yelled

                “Bark!” it was so loud this time. Like she did it right in my ear.