Wolfsbane chapter one: Memories

 

 Blake

A ten year old boy, black hair with silver tips and dark yellow eyes walking

hand in hand with his mother, who matched in terms of hair and eye color.

His father, a silver-haired and very muscular man walked behind through a

Native American style market on a family trip. It must have been a sight,

my family and I; in fact I still remember the odd looks that came from

some of the other shoppers. They paid us no more mind than that, in fact

some smiled at our family scene, I know I did. Elaine and William Richards,

the best parents of all time. I breathe, smelling the lilac perfume that I’d

bought my mother for her birthday, along with my Father’s cologne. In the

air I smell the wood and leaves and the slightest wolf scent that pointed to

who we are. Werewolves as humans called us. I am pulled from my

thoughts by my mother placing a gentle hand on my back. “Hey sweetie.

Are you hungry?”, she says sweetly. “Starved mama.” I reply with a grin. “I

knew that was coming.” My father chuckles, “Let’s all grab a bite to eat

then, huh Blake.” I nod in agreement and we stop at one of the booths

that sold food. We sat and talked, laughed and joked. It had been a blast,

that is, until the suits came. We had just finished our meals and began

walking back through the market and to the road when two black SUVs

block our path. Men in black suits pulled out weapons and pointed them at

us. If that doesn’t scream trouble, I don’t know what would, especially to

an innocent little ten year old. “What the hell is this?”, my father asks, his

voice raising at the men. “We have orders to take one of you, the small

one should do just fine.” One man says. “Over my dead body!”, my father

shouts. Suddenly, his voice gets deeper and his fangs elongate. Claws

extend from his hands and before our eyes he is in full wolf form charging

at the men. He gets shot a few times but manages to take down a few of

them. My mother grabs my hand and rushes me in front of her. Suddenly,

her legs are shot from under her and she falls. I run to try to help her but

she screams. “Go Blake! Run and hide!”. I hear my father’s voice in my

head. Do as your mother says Blake. Looking back to my mother, I see her

change. “Mommy’s gonna make the bad people go away now.” She

reassure me. I nod and run into the crowd of people until I see an

unattended booth and duck under it. Peering from under the curtain I see

my father fall unconscious and change back into his human form. One of

the remaining suits pushes my mother to the ground and holds a gun to

her neck. “Where’s the boy?” The man yells. “I don’t know!” , her voice

cracking with sorrow, “and neither will you, because you’re going to take

me instead.”  I gasp and try to surrender myself, but something stops me.

Before I know it, it’s too late. “So typical of the alpha female.” The man

says. The other one pulls out a strange looking gun and points it at her.

“It’s only standard procedure.” He grins then pulls the trigger. That was

the last time I had seen my mother alive. Three months later, another

black SUV throws her body out of the moving car, wrapped in a sheet. I am

alone outside and no one was there to stop me from unwrapping the

sheet. It was a sight that would haunt me for the rest of my days. She was

battered and bruised with incisions and injections all over her body.

Bloody wrists and ankles from struggling against the restraints.

 

I open my eyes and gasp. Seven years later and the memory still haunted

me. Seven years since my life went to hell. My alarm clock sounds,

reminding me that today, I face a whole new flavor of hell. A human high

school, full of country hicks. I grab a fresh set of clothes and set them aside

then go into the bathroom and start a shower, letting the hot water run on

my back. When I’m changed and ready I grab my “prescription” sunglasses

to hide my eyes. Walking out into the kitchen I see my father sitting at the

head of the table, Jason Sampson, the beta, beside him. Next to him is his

son Lee who is thirteen now. He is eventually supposed to be my beta but

now we all pick on how much little he is than all of us. “Why do we have to

go to school again?” I ask. “To blend.”, My father answers. “We don’t need

any suspicions from the gossipy townspeople.” I nod and look to Lee. He

stands and follows me to my Ducati which is parked outside. I toss him my

helmet. “You’ll need this.” I say. Soon we are on our way. In about five

minutes, I drop him off at the middle school and continue up to the high school.

 

Author's Note

What used to be chapter one is now chapter 2. This is the newest chapter, written by Kent.

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Kent did this chapter. i switched it out with the one after this one.

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