Youre Forced, Struggling, To Your Knees. Jr Is Wrestled Out Of The Net. He Bolts For The Door, But Is

You’re forced, struggling, to your knees. Jr is wrestled out of the net. He bolts for the door, but is grabbed instantly. The guards slam him to the ground and you scream. Two collars are brought out and you shiver. Although you know you aren’t a werewolf, the collar is still scary. You look over at Jr. He’s struggling to get back, away from the collar, but two guards hold him still. The man snaps the collar on you. The cold metal sits heavy on your neck, giving you chills. You watch the man, waiting for something, anything. Finally, he smiles, “See? That wasn’t so bad. You’re good to go.” He takes the collar off and your focus instantly goes to Jr. A guard is wrestling a collar on him. As soon as it snaps closed he wails and thrashes. You scream and fight towards him. He writhes, struggling to wrench it off, but it’s hard when his skin is rippling and twisting. You cover your mouth as he arches his back, blood flecking his mouth. You gasp, “You’re killing him! Stop!” Jr gives a last wail and rips violently into a wolf, shuddering and shaking. You freeze, staring. He’s beautiful. Big and almost golden. His fur is long and thick, rippling with every move he makes. His eyes are still the same though, blue and very, very human. He stares at you, crouched on the floor, shivering, and whimpers. You can only stare. It’s hard to decide whether to be terrified, like you’ve been taught to be all your life, or mesmerized. Because he is very VERY definitely in control. But that doesn’t make sense. Werewolves are monsters. They CAN’T be in control. They become violent, hungry animals when they turn… The guards step forward and Jr snarls, his appearance instantly changing. His fur bristles along his back, making him look much bigger, and his lips jerk back, revealing his teeth and gums, mouth hanging open threateningly. It’s a truly terrifying sight, and you just stare as they struggle to get close to him. He snarls and snaps, not hurting anyone, but scaring them enough to back off. Once it’s decided that it’s too dangerous to come close, they retreat, grabbing guns. You instantly fight, “Wait! Don’t kill him! DON’T KILL HIM!” They raise their weapons and you scream desperately, fighting with everything you have against the guards holding you, but they fire anyway. A dozen darts strike him and he jerks back, snarling and barking wildly. You don’t know whether to scream some more, because they’re HURTING HIM, or be relieved that those weren’t real bullets. Jr stumbles and falls, eyes rolling back. You shiver, whimpering. A man looks at you, “What is she still doing here?” The guards blink, surprised, and he snaps, “Get her out! She’s been traumatized enough!” The guards scramble and grab you. You struggle a little, “Jr….” “That’s not your friend ma’am… That’s a monster…” Tears spill down your cheeks. He’s not a monster. He’s a person… You two weren’t really close, but you were JUST starting to become friends… You don’t want to leave him… But you’re not strong. You’re not fast. You have no special power. Nothing you can pull out of thin air to solve the problem. You’re dragged out of the tower, down to a car. They put you in the back and you curl up, “He’s not a monster! He’s my friend! He wouldn’t-” Your voice breaks. Would he? Honestly… You don’t know. Maybe not while human. But even as a wolf he seemed so…. Human…. But that could just be your judgement too… You don’t know what to think anymore… You rest your forehead on your knees. You need time to think. You need to tell his brother, warn him… ‘But if he’s a wolf… Doesn’t he need to be seperated? He’s dangerous….’ You hug your legs tighter. Why does life have to be so complicated?

A week. You don’t see Jr or his brother for a week. You’re feeling like you’re about to lose your mind when you finally see him. Sam is walking to school, practically glowing. You run up to him, “Hey! You’re finally back! I thought I was gonna die of boredom!” He laughs and shrugs, grinning shyly. You can’t help but laugh at that, he’s so shy. It’s sweet. Then you notice a bruise on his neck. It disappears under his shirt collar. You frown, “What’s that?” He reaches up self consciously and rubs it, then, realizing what it is, covers it, “Nothing. Don’t worry about it…” You frown, “Don’t worry about it? You’re bruised… Did…” You lower your voice, “Did your mom hit you?” You know his mom is fiery, and very possibly capable of hitting her sons…. The bruise looked pretty bad, from what you saw. It was very dark. Sam shakes his head quickly, “N-no! It’s…. Nothing…. I said don’t worry about it….” You frown deeper, “I can’t just not worry about it. I’m your friend. Is someone hurting you?” He snorts. It almost seems like…. A laugh? But he composes himself quickly, “I said I’m fine. Stop worrying.” You glare, “I just said I won’t! And why are you laughing at me?!” He shrugs, “You’re just cute when you’re mad…” You groan, “You’re just like Jr! How did I ever think you were nice?! Why do I even hang out with you?! You’re such a brat!” This manages to break a grin from him. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him grin. He’s always so shy. But he seems to be in a very good mood today… Duh. He just got his brother back from Werewolf Hell…. You glare, “You have nothing to say to that? No defence? No snarky comment?” He shrugs, “I’ve never once claimed not to be a brat. Come on. We’re late for school.” You glare, “Oh really? So that matters now? You’re dodging the conversation.” He nods, “I am,” and walks past, heading for school. You hurry after him, cursing quietly under your breath. Why do your friends have to be the full of themselves, snobby, brats? Why can’t you just have NORMAL friends? You sigh. You’ve pretty much resigned yourself to your fate… There’s no escaping it, so you might as well get used to it…

You’re leaving school when you finally get it out of him. You’ve been nagging him about that bruise all day and you finally break through. “I’m not going to leave you alone! I’m worried! Are your parents abusing you? Did someone attack you?” “No! It’s a hickey ok?!” You stop, “What…” He stops too, “What? Because I’m shy and antisocial I can’t get it on?” You stare in disbelief, then snap, “No! Because your BROTHER just came back from Werewolf HELL where he probably almost DIED and you’re missing school, not to see your brother, but to go get chicks?!” He snorts, “What? No! I’ve been hanging out with Jr, but do you expect me to follow him around and mope and cry over him twenty four/seven? He didn’t even have a hospital bed for me to cry at. He literally just used his condition as an excuse to eat a TON of food and then went around and flirted with literally anyone within arms length. Should I have followed him around and watched him make out with people? No thanks.” You open your mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. If you’re being honest, that sounds exactly like Jr… You close your mouth, then say, “What about missing school?” He shrugs and kind of grins a little shyly, “I’m pretty sure ANYONE would use any excuse to get out of school for a while…” Once again, you can’t argue. This is true. You had tried to use stubbing your toe as an excuse to miss school, so you aren’t exactly in any position to judge. You sigh, “Why couldn’t you have just TOLD me it was a hickey? Most guys would be bragging about it. I was really worried. And what if you’re lying? Now I don’t know WHAT to think…” He sighs, “I’m not lying. I’m shy and antisocial remember? I’m not just gonna brag about getting laid. That’s not cool. That’s private. It’s none of YOUR business. I shouldn't have to tell you when I’m in a relationship…” You feel shame rise in you, he’s right, and probably one of the only decent guys you know. But you didn’t know it was a hickey. And you were worried. You look down, then back at him, “You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. But I WAS worried. I didn’t even consider that it could be a hickey.” He chuckles a little, “You know what that tells me? You need a boyfriend.” You take it back. He’s not a decent guy. He’s a prick. You glare at him, “I do NOT. I’m not interested in dating. Guys are nothing but trouble." He leans back, looking offended, “I’m not trouble…” You can’t help but laugh, “YES. YOU ARE.” He grins, “But you’re not supposed to know that remember? I’m shy and antisocial.” You laugh again and head towards your house, “Oh yeah… I’ll keep that in mind…”

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You shiver, chest squeezing in fear, “Jr, we shouldn’t be here. What if we get caught?” Jr rolls his eyes, “I’ve come here often. Don’t worry. I know all the blind spots…” He takes you around the wall, cutting through hedges and zigzagging across the ground. You follow, nervously clutching his arm. You finally reach the wall and he crouches in front of you, “Get on. There’s only one path up, and I’m the only one who knows it…” You hesitate and he grabs you, pulling you forward. You stumble and grudgingly climb on his back. He stands and locks your ankles firmly in front of him, then says, “Lean your head over my shoulder. It’ll balance out your weight better and allow you to hang on without choking me…” You do so, resting your chin on his shoulder, arms locked firmly around his chest. He says, “Hold on tight,” and lets go. Now you’re the only thing keeping you on him. You gulp, looking up. That’s really high. If you lose grip and fall… Your legs tighten around him. You’re sure that he’ll be bruised but, honestly, you’d rather him be bruised than you be dead. He starts his way up the wall, using the tiniest crevices as hand and foot holds. He scales the wall quickly, as though you way nothing, and soon you’re halfway up, too afraid of losing grip to look down. This wall is RIDICULOUSLY tall… You suppose it’s good for preventing wolves from climbing out though… Jr finally reaches the top and gently pries you off him. Your arms and legs are sore from clinging to him so hard. He takes your hand, pulling you into a crouch, and bolts across the wall, to the inner edge. You have no choice but to follow.

You stare, speechless. He’s a CHANGELING? So many secrets everywhere. It makes you question everyone you see, everyone you know. He always seemed so… Normal… Anger suddenly ignites in you. ‘Does EVERYONE have powers except me?!' You feel so small and helpless. Why the Hell do THEY get powers? Why do YOU get stuck with this stupid, weak body. You don’t get ANY powers, you get sick, just like any other human, you even had ASTHMA as a child! You can’t even REGENERATE! You have to where a stupid CHARM to keep magical illnesses away because you're SO UNMAGICAL THAT YOUR BODY CAN’T HANDLE THEM! You really want to punch the wall. But because you AREN’T STRONG LIKE EVERY OTHER PERSON IN THE WORLD it would break your hand. And since you CAN’T HEAL QUICKLY LIKE EVERY OTHER PERSON IN THE WORLD it would last for forever. That just frustrates you more and you stomp around for a while, just letting yourself be angry. Why is life so unfair? Why do YOU have to be weak? Why do YOU have to be human? Why can’t YOU turn into a fucking BIRD and just FLY over the stupid wall? Jr’s brother suddenly lands in front of you, “Let’s go.” You blink, “What? Where’s Jr? Why are you back so soon? I thought we were getting him? What’s going on?”