The Next Few Months Pass In A Blur. You And Jrs Brother Go To The Wall Often, So He Can See Jr. Unfortunately,

The next few months pass in a blur. You and Jr’s brother go to the wall often, so he can see Jr. Unfortunately, you don’t HAVE any powers, so you can’t go over the wall. You wait for him outside, he tells you how he’s doing, and delivers messages back and forth. School seems almost pointless, but you do it anyway, not paying attention to anything you’re doing. You don’t even know if you’re passing any of your classes. You don’t really pay attention to much of anything except visiting and frequently questioning Jr’s brother on how things are going with his dad. Sometimes you think you’re annoying him with so many questions, but you can’t exactly do anything else, so you’re left to worry and ask questions… You’re about to go insane with not being able to do anything when you see a car driving slowly down the road. Cars are fairly rare, considering how expensive they are. Most people walk everywhere. Everyone moves out of the way and your heart stops when you glance through the window. Jr… He’s slumped in the passenger seat, head hanging, dirty hair laying limp and covering his face. He’s still in the same clothes he went in, but they’re ripped and filthy. He’s skinny, not healthy looking. You run after the car, following it all the way to his house. You feel tears of relief burning your eyes. He’s ok… Well… Not really, but he WILL be ok… You run up to it when it stops, not even flinching when his dad steps out of the car. You stop at the passenger door, but his dad pushes past you, “Who do you think you are?” You flush, “Oh… Sorry… I’m… A friend of his… I’ve been really worried about him…” His dad snarls, “Well he doesn’t feel well right now. Come back later.” You glare, “I want to make sure he’s ok.” “He’s fine.” “I don’t know that-” “Dad…” Jr’s voice cuts across the argument and you realise he’s opened the door. You and his dad look at him at the same time. He says, “She’s fine. She’s a friend…”, stepping out. He’s a lot stronger than he looks. He’s thin and dirty and his eyes are bloodshot, but he doesn’t seem to have any problem standing. He smiles at you, “I didn’t expect you to be so worried about a monster…”

He shakes his head, “I COULD bust him out and he could hide for the rest of his life… He told me no. I’m going to tell father. He’s… Powerful… He’ll work some of his political magic and Jr will walk free…” Oh… You forgot that his dad is the leader of the most powerful mafia in the city… “Can he do that?” “Yes.” Your first reaction is relief. Then annoyance. Why the Hell does he get to have a rich and powerful dad? What a prick! He’s really gonna go his entire life not having to worry about anything because if anyone does anything he doesn’t like his dad’ll just fucking KILL THEM ALL. You resist the urge to roll your eyes. ‘Calm down. Be happy for him. Be happy. It’s not his fault he was born into a powerful family, though he obviously takes advantage of it, but still. At least he’ll get out. Be happy for him…’ Out loud you say, “When will he get out?” Jr's brother shrugs, “It may take time…” “He may not HAVE time…” He glares, “Listen, I’m doing the best I can for him. This is what he wants. To be able to go back to the city and LIVE A LIFE. Would you like me to drag him out, kicking and screaming, and force him into hiding for the rest of his life?” You fluff, “No! I… I’m sorry. I’m just worried. I want him to be ok…” “I do too… I’ll keep visiting him. If things get bad, he can choose to leave at any time and I’ll get him out…” You nod, “Ok…” “Let’s get home… Before they notice us…” You nod and you both head home. You don’t know wether to be relieved… Or apprehensive. Are you really just going to let a monster back into the city? Especially with the government trying SO HARD to wipe it clean? But there’s no going back now. It’s not like you could stop it if you wanted to. Jr’s dad is way too powerful for you to do anything. Honestly, no matter how much you debate about it in your head, you know you want him back. No matter how much of a threat he might be, he’s still becoming your friend and you think he’s a good person. You would never leave him in there… You look at his brother, “Is Jr… Also a changeling?” He shakes his head, “No. He’s a werewolf. He’s a little different than most werewolves. The type he is can learn to not change on the full moon. They can control themselves. And when they DO turn, they can fight for control…” You look away, “But they have to fight for it…” “Yes. But Jr has been a werewolf for his whole life. He’s very adept at it. I don’t think he even has to concentrate to stay in control anymore…” You nod, “Does he infect others?” “No. Well. If he pierced the skin he would. Like most werewolves. But Jr doesn’t. Like I said. He’s in control…” You nod again and the rest of the walk is in silence…

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You sit on his bed and stare around his room. It’s so simple it’s almost sad. The only thing that decorates it is a picture on his dresser. It’s a picture of him and his brother. He has an arm slung over his shoulder and is laughing. His brother is smiling, cheeks red. He looks like he wants to hide, though he also looks happy. You smile. They both look happy. The door opening makes you jump. You look at the door and are surprised to find Jr there, fully dressed… You smirk, “Wow, you actually came dressed!” He smirks back, “I mean, I could go do it again and come back naked. I wouldn’t mind…” You throw a pillow at him, “I will LEAVE.” He grins and comes over, climbing on the bed. You scoot back to give him room. He sits cross legged, “Ok. Ask.” You nod, “How long have you been a werewolf?” “I was born one.” You frown, “But your brother said you were bit…” Jr snorted, “Well he’s a little liar.” You frown, “Oh. Well then, why isn’t HE a werewolf? Ya’ll are related…” Jr shrugs, “The werewolf bloodline isn’t indefinite. Not everyone is born a werewolf just cuz their parents are. Besides, my mom’s not a werewolf, so our blood's not even pure…” You nod, “So your dad’s the werewolf? Was he born one?” Jr shakes his head, “No. He was bit.” You nod, “Do you turn by the full moon?” Once again, he shakes his head, “No. Well yes, but we can learn not to. I don’t. Neither does my father.” You nod again, “Ok. Have you ever bit anyone?” Jr rolls his eyes, “NO. I’m not a monster…” You lift your hands, “Ok, I was just wondering. Has your dad?” “No!” Jr glares. You scoot a little further back. Jr presses his lips together and glares at you. You say, “Have you always had such a bad temper?” You know you’re just feeding the fire, but you can’t stop it from coming out. Much to your surprise, Jr laughs, “Yes. Since I was a baby.” You say, “Why do you always act like such a jerk?” Jr shrugs, “Because I can? Nothing’s gonna happen to me. Besides, the world's fucked with me enough. I think I have a bit of a right…” You glare, “No one has a right. You get what you get. Being mean isn’t going to change that.” He flashes a grin, “Keep telling yourself that baby girl.” You glare, “Don’t call me that.” Jr smirks, “Or what?” “Or I’ll slap you,” you bite out. Jr shrugs, “Whatever. Do you have any more questions?” You glare. And here you were, thinking he was starting to be nice… You should have known better. He’ll always be the same jerk you found on the streets. You say, “Yeah. How do you stand your mom?” Jr laughs again, “Barely. She’s where I get it from, haven’t you noticed?” You snap, “You say that like it’s not a bad thing! You shouldn’t be MEAN to people! Why is it SO HARD to be nice to people?” Jr crosses his arms, “PEOPLE AREN’T NICE. Why am I required to be nice to people who are just going to turn around and call me a monster?!” He bites his cheek, looking away. Ha. Got him. You watch him, “That touched a nerve a little bit.” Jr glares at you, “Are you done?” You nod, “Yeah. I am.” “Then get out.” You get up and walk out. He stays seated, not even watching you leave the room. Your heart is hammering wildly for some reason. You don’t know whether you’re terrified or excited… His parents watch you as you exit the house. As soon as you’re out you run for town. You have the urge to laugh, but you also kind of want to cry. You’re not sure whether to be excited that you finally got SOMETHING real from him, or sad that he has to have such a difficult life…

You walk home from school. Your mind is dull, tired. It’s been two weeks. Nothing. No plan, no sudden epiphany, nothing. If only you were stronger. If only some sudden power would show up. And then what? You’d break him out? Run away? You’d be fugitives forever. Both your futures would be ruined. Somehow, you don’t think Jr would thank you… You suppose it doesn’t matter though, since you don’t have any powers to speak of. Jr’s brother comes up, startling you. He had missed a week of school, and then you had avoided him. You were too ashamed to face him. Too afraid. That makes you want to cry all over again. Why are you SO WEAK? You have no powers, no will, you’re even too much of a coward to face Jr’s brother… Frustration builds in you and you want to scream. If only you were a superhero. If only you were braver. If only you were smarter. But you're not. You're just a little girl, too weak and scared and stupid to do anything. “I want to go see him.” Jr’s brother’s words break you out of your thoughts, “What?” You stare in disbelief. “Jr. I want to go see him. I want you to come with me.” You laugh, but break it off quickly, “You CANNOT go out there. You’re a werewolf too. I’m not having you thrown in there-” “I’m not.” “What?" You blink, “What do you mean?” “I’m not a werewolf.” You roll your eyes, “Yes you are. Jr’s a werewolf. You’re his brother. It runs in the- Did he get bit?” He hesitates, then nods, “Yeah. Yeah he did. When he was young, still a kid. It almost killed him… I think dad was hoping he would die…” Your lips twist, “That’s awful…” He shrugged, “Is it? At least he wouldn’t be stuck down there if he had…” You frown, “Do you wish he had died?” His eyes widen, “No! No, of course not. I’m just… I don’t know. Let’s go.” You shake your head, “We can’t get in. They watch the inner walls VERY strictly. The furthest we can go is on the wall…” “Then I want on the wall…” You shake your head, “We can’t…” His glare is so intense it scares you, “YOU were with him! YOU were there! YOU did nothing! You OWE ME!” You flinch, heart sinking because... You do. You do owe him. It is your fault… You sigh, “Ok… But I can only take you TO the wall. We were on the wall and… Fell…” His eyes widen. You continue “So they’ll be watching that part carefully. I don’t know where the blind spots are and I can’t climb that wall…” He nods, “I only need as far as the wall…” You frown, “You really don’t know where it is? Everyone knows where it is…” He blushes, “I’ve… Never left the city… And I’ve never been curious about it…” You shake your head. You would think, with his brother being so into all that, he would at least know where the GIANT CITY FULL OF HOWLING WOLVES IS… Oh well. You take him, just like you said you would. The walk is long and awkward. You don’t know what to say, and he’s quiet anyway. You open your mouth many times to start a conversation. But how can you? After getting his brother put in Hell, you really have no right to speak to him at all. So you walk in silence. When you finally get there, you zigzag through there blind spots, just like Jr. had showed you. His brother follows. He seems to be fairly adept at sneaking… This worries you a little. What does he do to be that good at being sneaky? You reach the wall and look at him. Then your jaw drops. Feathers are springing up on his face and neck. “Wait for me…” And then he’s a blue jay, flying up the wall.

You have to go to school with Jr's brother the very next day. It's too soon. You're not ready yet... He’s worried. Of course he is… “Do you know where Jr is?” You want to tell him, you do, but you can’t speak. You just stare at him, mouth glued shut. His eyes widen, face filling with dread, “What happened? Where is he? Is he hurt? Talk to me!” You’ve never seen him raise his voice like this. He’s always been quiet, reserved, and shy. Tears stream down your cheeks, unwanted. His face drains of color, “What happened?” You finally find your voice, and whisper, “Did you- Did you know… Jr’s a werewolf? Of course you did… You’re his brother…” He lets out an audible gasp, then grabs you, “Where is he?! Please don’t tell me he got-” He can’t finish the sentence. You lower your head. It’s your fault he got caught. If you had just refused to go. If you hadn’t felt the need to confront him in the first place… His brother turns, grabbing his hair, “FUCK!” You cover your face, shame filling you. You should have done more. You were so afraid. You just sat, frozen. You didn’t even fight for him… ‘What would be the point?’, a voice whispers in your ear, ‘you’re weak. You have no power. You would have lost, been thrown in jail, and Jr would still be taken. Then you wouldn’t be able to come and warn his brother…’ You look at his brother, pacing, pulling on his own hair, tears welled in his eyes. ‘Why am I warning him? If he’s a werewolf too, then he’s a monster… His disease almost wiped out… Well… The world… They need to be contained…’ But watching him pace, looking so distressed, seeing how worried he is, thinking of everything you’ve done with them, the conversations, hanging out, you can’t believe that. Jr may have been a jerk, and maybe, POSSIBLY had it in him to be a monster. But his brother? He can’t even look a stranger in the eye. You saw him step on a caterpillar and get so sad at school. He's the softest, most innocent person you’ve ever met. He doesn’t have it in him to be a monster… ‘They can’t control themselves. When they turn, they don’t remember that…’ But Jr had seemed SO HUMAN… And some animals are gentle…. You look at the ground, unable to say any words of comfort. There are none. Jr is gone, and it’s your fault. You wipe away your tears furiously and walk to school. You’ll think of something to get him out…