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毫无意义的现实(Chinese)

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这是一个星期四早晨，当她收到可怕的消息，她的丈夫已经死了。

她一直在想，为什么他昨晚没有回家，甚至在电话旁等待，最终打电话给他，但从来没有得到答案。

她刚刚走了她的孩子，利塞特和阿隆索，他们漫长的车道上的校车等待，轻轻地挥手告别，因为它喧闹地开车走了，终于让她的微笑和手落在公交车出去的 回头走回家，她意识到鸟儿特别安静，异常如此，它使沉默不舒服，因为她被困在她不断的想法;甚至没有微风剑拔弩张落叶像往常一样响亮。 她平滑她的黑色编织的头发到一边，不安地扯在她的蓝灰色毛衣的袖子之前，紧紧地包裹着她的手臂在她的身体，她开始走回家，仔细听着她的鞋子下的紧缩，她的头脑仍然徘徊在混乱，她的丈夫，雷克，在哪里。 从她的门廊几步之遥，她放慢了她走，因为她听到一辆汽车的声音,她的脚步微微摇摇欲坠，因为她转身,揭示了一个贝尔蒙特突出的黑白图案,俄亥俄州警车 从灰色的天空对挡风玻璃的眩光使它无法看到谁在开车，让她不确定是否感到喜出望外或悲痛欲绝，在它的惊喜外观。

它越接近，她的心跳就越快，当她看着车停在几英尺远的地方时，呼吸更浅。 当她等待车门摆动打开时，她的双手下意识地扭着对方，突然感到不舒服，即使天气相当寒冷。 她知道她的丈夫是在危险，由于他的工作线，并知道他可能会受伤或杀害任何呼出;但没有什么会准备她的军官脸沮丧的样子，因为他走出了车。

雷克是随叫随到与他的合作伙伴在一个住宅区的破门而入,犯罪已经出去了回来，四舍五入的房子来了他们身后，因为他们去通过破获的门口进入,在运行 警方目前正在寻找他，但只有两个证人，一个看到他，因为他开始胸围打开他们的门，和一个邻居谁看到发生了什么事，叫警察。

当军官解释发生了什么，她的头脑一片空白，森林已经减弱的噪音完全消失，不舒服的热量突然消失，让她的身体反而感觉空虚。 她很快发现自己被迫回到现实，当军官伸出手去触摸她的肩膀时，这不是粗鲁或不受欢迎的，因为这个军官是自己和雷克的真正好朋友，但突然和意外的接触震惊了她，足以把她的肩膀拉开序幕，退后一步。 他立即收回了他的手臂，他的目光投向地板，而她恍然大悟了一个遗憾的样子，因为她意识到她的行动。

她最后说，"对不起卡特，我-我现在有点不知所措。"她的声音胆怯地安静，轻微的口吃，因为她试图理解和控制所有的情绪突然通过她运行。 一个理解的表情洗过他的脸，然后郑重地点头，转身回到他的车上，"再见萨登。"卡特说，在走进他的车开走之前，提供了一个简短而悲伤的微笑。

有很多想法冲过萨登的头，所有的消息还没有完全击中她。 随着她的头脑赛车，她慢慢地进入她的小屋回家，锁上门，然后将她的额头严厉打击染色的木头，给自己一个和平的时刻，然后推开，走向电话打几个电话。

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房子是黑暗的，散发出不安和令人不安的光环;太阳还没有升起，附近没有灯光，但这里是一个男孩，他的校服和背包静静地关闭前门。 他开始迅速离开他的房子，他周围的焦虑气氛慢慢消散他得到的进一步，他紧张的肩膀和边缘看起来减轻到只是轻微的偏执狂。

他的眼睛上方有一个疤痕，它有点红色，对他苍白的皮肤很明显。 他得到了这个疤痕同时，他失去了他的母亲和同父异母的妹妹，车祸是残酷的，只有他和其他汽车乘客幸存下来的一个。

当他走在人行道上时，他的眼睛远离眩目的前灯，他的偏执狂消失得越近，他接近宾汉姆的池塘。 他找到了一个远离道路的地方，当他观察沉睡的天鹅和鸭子时，把他的包放下。 一个小小的微笑增光他的功能，因为他记得，当他和他的母亲，利兹，会来这里一大早说话，看日出放学前;他的笑容消失的速度一样快，因为它已经到达，因为他 他总是可以要求他的继父亚历克和他一起去，但他害怕亚历克给任何回应，特别是现在他是唯一一个在车祸中幸存下来的人。

为了摆脱过去的想法，他回头看着天鹅，欣赏他们对黑暗的水的美丽。 前几个太阳光线开始发光对昏暗的天空，轻微的微风使他颤抖，因为他没有统一的外套，因为这需要额外的钱。 当他坐下来，靠在一棵树上，他畏缩在他的背部燃烧起来的痛苦，然后把它甩掉，把他的包拉向他，解开冰冷的金属，伸手进去，拉出一个包含未完成作业的文件夹; 虽然他把它们整齐地放在一个文件夹中，但他们中的很多人都有皱褶和眼泪。 释放疲惫和恼怒的叹息，他开始工作,从他的名字开始,"弓箭手卡莱尔",他冰冷的手，使其更难写，并通过他的眼睛加重闪烁，因为他知道，他不会得到所有这 又叹了口气，他又回去工作了，试图尽可能快，尽可能准确地完成尽可能多的工作。

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自从我被告知他的死亡已经有一个星期了，我已经知道我不能留在我们舒适的俄亥俄州的家中，特别是因为Ryker建造了它;只是穿过门引起了一种令人作呕的感觉，我知道我永远不会再见到他。

葬礼是昨天下午.. 我穿的黑色礼服现在是一堆灰灰在火坑里。 我的女儿Lisette和我一起去了，这是一个有风的日子，外面洒满了雨水;似乎世界甚至在哀悼损失，但这可能只是我把意义放在简单的事情上。 我的儿子阿隆索把他父亲的死亡很辛苦，我知道他们有多接近，看到我的儿子哭了一个眼泪打破了我的力量门面，但我不得不迅速擦掉，因为我拥抱了我哭泣的儿子。 他的哭声持续了一个小时，利塞特也开始哭了，当她看到阿尔的颤抖的形式被我的安慰。 那天晚上，我和他们呆在他们的房间里，坐在他们两张床之间的地毯上，一只手抓住我的每一个，因为我告诉他们故事让他们睡觉。 当我知道他们睡着了时，我继续握住他们的手，把头靠在木墙上，盯着天花板，月亮的光线在对面的墙上创造了树枝的阴影。 我只是坐在那里，想着我接到消息那天打来的电话; 下周我家剩下的就在我们苏格兰的小屋里远离这里远离他

我仍然需要告诉孩子们，我不知道如何告诉他们我们正在离开，远离一切让我们想起他们的父亲。 我只能希望他们不会因为这个决定而鄙视我，但只是呆在这个家里会让我的脑海里徘徊在一个我不会让自己进去的方向上。

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当我冲进教室的关门时，钟声响起，在房间里瞥了一眼，我看到每个人都已经坐下了，老师尖锐地看着我。 降低我的目光，我理顺了我的家庭作业，并把在混乱完成的网页到篮子里，然后走过我的老师的办公桌到达我的座位，避免他和其他人的目光在任何时候。

我知道我不应该被我的老师吓坏了，但Curraigh先生的声音和亚历克一样严厉，每当我走进他的班级时，我不禁感到焦虑;他严格的规则和恐吓的身材在试图区分这

Curraigh先生从他的电脑向我瞥了一眼，我紧张地吞下，并在我的座位上轻微地洗牌，因为我低头看着我微妙地放在我的办公桌上的纸张。 几分钟前，班上安静的谈话又开始了，但是当库雷先生把他靠在桌子上的身影从桌子上推下来，悠闲地大步走到班上的前面时，他很快又停止了。

"卡莱尔先生，想向全班解释一下你为什么迟到？ 再来一次"他冷淡的第一句话与他严厉的'再次'的表达形成了很大的对比。 下意识地，我低下头，因为班级沉默，其他班级可能会傻笑，但他们知道不要在这个班级里乱搞。

我摇摇头'不'不完全相信我的声音回答没有口吃。

"我听不到你的弓箭手。 你能向全班解释一下你为什么迟到吗？"他尖锐，重音的声音响了起来反对寂静，没有留下任何空间来避免他的问题。 我知道他正在看着我，因为他等待着他的答案。 我终于抬头看着他，静静地回答，因为我的目光在他和天花板之间不断闪烁。

"我睡过头了，先生，我不会让它再次发生。"我试图呈现一个平静的脸，希望阻止他再次打电话给我，我的脑海里都在想他是否会接受这个借口。 在他走回白板并开始写作之前，一秒钟就过去了，每个人都很快将其复制到笔记本中，谈话似乎被遗忘了。 担心的暗示继续唠叨在我的后脑勺，他知道我的借口是假的，但我没有时间给它任何沉思，因为我已经落后于笔记，我最近的手腕受伤也不会让我受益。

课终于结束了，大多数人都收拾好行李，在门边等钟声，只有少数人坐在自己的办公桌前。 我把分配的家庭作业塞进他们的文件夹，把我的笔记本也放在我的包里。 当另一只手首先抓住它时，我到达文件夹，一只不属于学生的手。 我keek我的眼睛之前迅速往下看书桌,这是先生.Curraigh谁拿着我的家庭作业文件夹,他靠在桌子上，因为他通过现在打开的文件夹脱脂.

"你知道，你的组织和照顾不加起来，当你把撕开的文件。"他说，他慢慢地关闭文件夹，拿着它给我拿，我很快就完成了，默默地把它放在我的包里。

"你想告诉我你总是迟到的真正原因吗？"Curraigh先生提问，他通常响亮而严厉的声音现在更安静，含有一丝担忧。 这是一个几分钟，我还没有回应时，他的声音,

"弓箭手，如果你有一个真正的理由，为什么你迟到了，我理解，但我不能再接受这些假借口了。 这是你第十次迟到了 如果你不能给我一个真正的理由，那么我必须给你留堂。"他的声音在整个句子中从来没有非常严格或苛刻，有更多的警告音，但我所能鼓起的回应是不安地摇头'不'，因为我抬头迎接他的目光。 Curraigh先生只是期待了一秒钟，然后释放了一个恼怒的叹息，推开了桌子。

卡莱尔先生留堂别迟到"走回办公桌前，他只说了这么多话，钟声响起，学生们冲出门来，我自己马上跟上，以免迟到下一课。 我在一天的其余时间的想法都与亚历克将如何反应，当我回家晚了，他会如何反应，当我告诉他，我又被拘留蒙上阴影。 恐惧池在我的胸口，使它感觉紧张，空气窒息，因为我跋涉了一天。

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在我们新家的第一天，这是我父母拥有的一间小屋，我继承了这间小屋。 远离俄亥俄州,远离莱克,一路在格拉斯哥,苏格兰,坐落在一个不错的区域与懒洋洋的绿色田野和石墙整齐地围绕着它.

Lisette和Alonso采取了比我预期的更好的举动，似乎他们像我一样想要离开。 我已经提前打电话，以确保山寨是准备好，当我们到达,和我父母的一个朋友过来看我的孩子，因为我必须尽快去我的工作. 冲出家门，我轻快地给朋友一个拥抱，迅速说明时间，我会在我租来的大众汽车赛车之前回家。 当我试图把所有东西都放在车里时，我很快就把它推到乘客座位上，然后调整后视镜并前往我的新工作。

灰色的云彩乱扔的天空让我想起了很多家，但这个繁忙的城市正是我需要摆脱我的小镇生活。 虽然在左侧驾驶是相当奇怪的，但需要一些时间来适应。

当我拉进停车场时，我注意到学校即将结束，我希望我在开始之前不会被解雇。 迅速地绊倒通过办公室门,我伸直了我的姿势和衬衫走到前台之前，并说明我是新的科学老师.我的第一件事是，我是一个很好的老师，我的第一件事是 女人打电话给别人之前微笑，我假设校长或者另一位老师。

等待大约2分钟后，办公室的门大声吵着打开，一个高大的男人，厚厚的浅棕色头发和一个令人生畏的身材大步走了进来，在接近我之前给女人点点头。 我站起来和他握手。

"你好，我是Curriagh先生或Aric，我在这里陪你去上课。"他的声音有一个厚厚的口音，这是我现在也必须习惯的，因为我住在苏格兰。 他令人生畏的姿势似乎与他提供的友好微笑形成鲜明对比。

"很高兴见到你阿里克，我是萨登。"我礼貌地回应，然后让他带领我走出办公室，沿着走廊。

"那么，你是新来的科学老师？"他的声音略带好奇，继续浏览空大厅。

"是的，你教什么？"我质疑，走得更快，以跟上他的轻快步伐。

"哦，我？ 我一直都是文学爱好者"他的回答导致一个小小的微笑出现，事实上，这里的人是如此的好，欢迎是我喜欢的东西。 我们走了一会儿后停下来。

"嗯，这是你的课，虽然你迟到了一点。"当我们看到学生收拾行李时，他解释道。 我释放了一个安静的叹息，当然我会错过我工作的第一天。

"不要担心错过你的课，你可以弹出来帮助拘留或探索理由。"阿里克说，当他从窗户向我闪烁他的眼睛时，当钟声响起时，我即将作出回应，在教室门打开之前，在空荡荡的大厅里回荡，学生们退出。 我们都站在我的班级的窗户附近，直到大厅再次安静下来，只有少数学生站在周围，而有些学生正在整理包装。

阿里克转身再次跟我说话时，他的目光转向我身后的东西，他突然喊我惊喜，我很快转身看到罪魁祸首。

一个深棕色头发的小男孩立即停下来，他的眼睛在被喊着，他的手臂紧握着他的书，紧紧抓住他的胸部。

"弓箭手。 拘留是在另一个方向。"阿里克说，他走到学生。 我希望任何学生在被老师叫出来时都会感到紧张，但这个学生Archer似乎吓坏了。

在Archer能够回应之前，Aric开始再次说话。 "这是你第二次试图跳过拘留，弓箭手。"在等待回应时给予轻微的休息，在没有收到任何回应后，他发出了一丝刺激，然后说："跟我来弓箭手。"开始走回到我身边，弓箭手落后了几步，他的眼睛在地板上训练。

"很抱歉缩短你的参观时间，但我必须护送这个学生留校。"阿里克说，他回望弓箭手。

""很好，阿里克，介意我一起去吗？ 我确实错过了第一天"我怀疑，看了一眼弓箭手，他的眼睛没有从地板上移动的全部时间。 阿里克在带路到拘留之前短暂点头。 我迅速跟进，试图跟上，听着Aric描述我们穿过的学校的部分。

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这个人是谁？ 她是新老师吗 她确实说她错过了第一天，我们的新科学老师无法出现。

我抬起头，我的眼睛看着她一会儿，因为我考虑我是否应该问我的问题。 我终于屈服于好奇心，问："你是新来的科学老师吗？"我的问题似乎吓了他们两个出他们的闲聊,先生.Curraigh现在沉默，因为我等待她的回应. 她转向我，并在回答之前提供了一个友好的微笑，"是的，就是我，你可以叫我门罗夫人。"她的回答很好，但很短，当她说她的姓氏时，她的声音似乎有点动摇，导致我的头稍微倾斜，因为她不愿说出她的姓氏。

"很高兴见到你门罗夫人，我的名字是阿彻。"我回答说，我的声音似乎比我正常的语气更自信，更响亮，虽然我几乎没有给它任何想法。 我花了多少时间跟Monroe夫人谈话，不知道为什么，但她似乎更容易交谈，这可能是因为她不吓人的姿势和身高，或者她让我想起了我的母亲，这两者都是合理的。

当Curraigh先生停下来时，我们正在谈论我拿着的那本书，拘留室就在我们面前。 我伸手抓住手柄，暂时忘记了我的手腕受伤，直到我释放痛苦的咕噜声，立即拉动我的手腕，并将其放在我的胸前，因为我的系统充满了严酷的抓握痛苦，提醒我昨天。

Curraigh先生和Monroe夫人似乎对我突然爆发的疼痛感到震惊，Monroe夫人正要说些什么，但我没有时间去思考，绊倒向后我稍微转身逃跑。 我去的唯一的地方，我感到安全，宾汉姆的池塘，或天鹅池作为我的母亲曾经说过;只是记住，导致痛苦的浪潮席卷我的身体，所有这些事情，不断发生的是太 首先，我在车祸中失去了我的母亲和妹妹，然后我的继父（已经不喜欢我）指责我，现在我有一位老师让我想起了我的母亲，我根本不知道我应该如何感受或应对这些情况了。 我是如此陷入了这些多产的思想和疼痛的痛苦，我没有听到脚步声接近我。 这是突然的手放在我的肩膀上，使我惊讶地喘着气在另一个人的存在。 很快转过头来，我希望看到一个愤怒的Curraigh先生或可能是亚历克，但我却被梦露夫人的悲伤的笑容满足，因为她蹲在我旁边。 伸出她的手，我的手腕我退缩了，但又过了一秒钟，我让她看到我的手腕，忽略了可能的后果，她可能会质疑我是如何承受这种伤害的。

这是她的眼睛轻微扩大，使我跟随她的目光，我选择了从不看我的受伤，所以看到我的手腕肿胀和瘀伤导致我的眼睛也扩大了。 她轻轻触摸我的手腕，我立即拉远，疼痛灼热通过我的手臂。 她似乎坐在那里思考的时刻，仿佛在考虑她应该说什么。

"弓箭手。 这是怎么发生的？"就在那里，我不想听到的一件事。 我摇摇头，把目光移开，只是现在才意识到我的脸上流了几滴眼泪，用我的空闲手迅速擦拭。 我没有听到我拒绝的回应，所以我回头看，看到门罗夫人也忍住了眼泪，但为什么，我不知道。 摇摇头，她把自己从地板上推下来，伸出一只手给我，我慢慢地拿着。 现在，我站着用我的好手，松散地握住我的背包，等待她的问题。

她所做的一切似乎是在示意我跟着她之前摇头。 她带我回到学校，从不说话或向我瞥一眼，只是向前看，几乎是空虚的。 她带我到医疗室，告诉我在门口等她走开与护士交谈。 我不知道她在说什么，她怀疑我的继父造成这些伤害？ 还是她认为是另一个学生干的? 我应该趁机逃跑吗 当门罗太太和护士走到我身边时，我的想法突然停止了，我的紧张情绪正在另一个人身上踢。

当护士把我的手腕包裹在一个冰袋里时，我试图不注意疼痛的爆发，因为外面的天气已经寒冷，寒冷使我发抖。 结冰我的手腕几分钟后，她带出一个压缩绷带，紧贴包裹我的手腕和手，疼痛减轻了，但保持了稳定的疼痛，围绕着我的整个手臂。 当她完成后，她给了我每天做的指示，并为班级写了一张纸条，因为这是我的写作手。

走到门口，我发现门罗夫人在那里等着，她友好的微笑被严肃而严厉的表情所取代，这让我的脚步更加犹豫。 我们离开医务室，走出去进入安静，荒凉的走廊，她的脸仍然严重，因为我们都停止。

"你是怎么得到的伤害弓箭手。"这不是一个问题，而是一个需要答案的问题，一个我非常不愿意给出的问题。 钓鱼我的脸离开她，我摇摇头"不"再次,不想告诉她真相,我的心高音，这将导致更多的痛苦比好,即使她不相信我，没有人会.

"阿彻，如果你不告诉我，那么我将不得不告诉办公室打电话给你爸爸。"她说，当她试图让我回答时，她的声音失去了一些严厉。

听到她的电话亚历克我的爸爸导致所有这些感情只是爆炸,我的愤怒是自由流动,我不禁反应混乱,"他不是我的爸爸!"我的喊声回荡在走廊上，在它的身后留下的沉默是不舒服的，所有的愤怒驱动的信心很快离开我的身体，因为我呼气。 她不傻，她会弄清楚发生了什么，我会被带离我的家，最后一个让我想起妈妈和姐姐的地方。

听到我的回应后，她的姿势似乎变硬了，我只能希望她不会因为我的爆发而生气。

"我只想再问你一次。 是谁干的"她的声音非常安静，第二句话被严厉地阐明，没有任何借口的余地。 我终于面对她，虽然我的头还低着，我的眼睛闪烁了她每隔一段时间，因为我考虑我要说的话。

"....艾力克"我的声音几乎是耳语，虽然我知道她听到了，知道别人知道这个秘密只是让我感觉到。.. 脆弱.

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Ch.1: Before and Now

Ch.2

My father I remember only slightly. My mother had apparently been in love with a wolf from the forest and snuck away from her owners to be with him.

After a while she became bestowed with the responsibility of carrying me. When she gave birth she went back to her humans who then decided that I looked too much like a wolf, and then proceeded to rip me away from my mother to be taken to a wolf reserve park where we are fenced off and watched by human kind. It disgusts me.

I grew up different from the other wolves; my coat was more luscious, and I had a coat color similar to my mothers. We both have a coat color similar to the pattern and color of a Great White shark; well at least that's what a kid said when they were watching me. They also said that my eyes were quite uncommon, and that she had never seen the purple eye color before in a wolf, guess that makes me even more different, just great.

This place has taken away my puppy hood years, and I will not allow it to take away my adult years as well. I plan on escaping from this wretched place.

I've been watching humans, when they need to check on us they dart the one they need, that wolf then proceeds to fall into an unusual sleep that deeply disturbs me, but seems fine with the others since they just sit around. I've noticed that the humans seem to notice this and leave the doors open slightly when they do, that's my ticket out. I just have to get the timing correct and I can be in the while with a pack. Or I can be a lone wolf if the idiot of an alpha thinks I'm omega material.

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It's dawn now, and it's been nearly 6 months since our last checkup. Two humans arrive, one takes out the dart gun and shoot a wolf. He fell asleep instantly. The human starts to walk over to the sleeping wolf, the other stands a few feet in our enclosure, but slightly to the side of the open door, their biggest mistake was thinking that I was liking it here.

I burst through the bush I was hiding in, startling the person, he tries to close the door but I'm already through and running towards the forest, and far away from this hell. I can hear the humans getting in their monsters that they call vehicles, and yelling at each other, probably how I got out. I know that I will have to run really far if I want to escape their searching grounds, I need to push myself a lot harder than I usually do, but I have been practicing my endurance running in the enclosure so I should be fine for at least a couple of weeks.

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It's been weeks since I've escaped, and the humans have ceased their search parties. Well I don't know, I'm just assuming since I can't smell their wretched scent here. I do however catch the scent of a group of three females, and a male pup. They do however also carry the stale stench of humans as well.

'Who could they be? They might be like me where they also escaped their human captures, or they could be set free, but that is unlikely.'

As I near the scent I come to the tree line, and cautiously walk out and crouch slightly to look over the hill, to where I pinpointed the scent.

I looked to see exactly what I smelled, but now I see I missed the male packs scent. There are 4 males, but the largest seems to be the alpha. He takes a stance that is saying 'friend or foe' towards the group of females. I see the white wolf leap forward.

'They are definitely human mongrels, they don't even know how to respect an alpha'.

She is such an idiot, why did she do that? That action just challenged the alpha, it also disrespected him, but I can't let her get killed. Something about her seems lonely, and in need of a friend, not to mention that we both look different compared to the others. Her family does nothing as she gets attacked by the alpha; she reminds me of myself slightly.

I've had enough. I sprint over the hill startling both packs, except for the alpha and white wolf who are busy fighting. I put all my weight in my shoulder and ram straight into the alpha's ribs, sending him flying a few feet.

He'll probably take a while to get up from that. I learned that trick when an older wolf tried to take my food, but I wasn't having it.

I look down at the white wolf and help her up, however as soon as she is up I fail to hear the alpha charging at me. He grips onto my neck and throws me to the side; as I try to get up he uses his size to his advantage and throws all his weight on me as he bites down into my neck. I try to bite him but can't reach, and each time I try he tightens his grip; causing me to growl in anger and pain. I'm eventually tired due to my lack of food, and my continuous running to get away from the humans; resulting in my body eventually collapsing due to dehydration, starvation, as well as overall exhaustion.

I feel his weight lifting off me as he gets up; by now both the packs were waiting for the end result of the fight. The alpha won this one, but wait till I get my strength back, then we'll have a rematch.

Ch.2

Ch.5: Secrets for the Future

Ch.4 Ch.6

"Before we proceed with the festivities, I'd like to formally introduce myself. Fetch the dog!" Lofa yells out; seconds later Huata walks forwards and starts translating what he says. He suddenly swings at Huata, knocking her over after he saw Hinto try to run, knocking Huata into a tree.

'She's not standing up, I know that blow didn't kill her, but I'm mad as hell now!'

I look over to see Sespria and her cousin trying to wake Huata, but she seems to be in a state of unconsciousness, as later stated by Sespria's cousin. Sespria sends her off to fetch water, while I slowly crawl over to the tree Huata is next to.

Dasker bares his teeth then launches at Lofa, they are constantly clawing and biting at each other. Suddenly Lofa has grabbed Dasker's head with one of his massive fore paws, slowly pushing him back, whilst puncturing Dasker's neck with his long claws.

Dasker jumps to the side, raking his teeth across Lofa's arm as he jumps to the side; blood mating the fur on his head as it drips down his forehead. He tries to catch his breath but is smacked down by Lofa as the big cat corners him in anger. He stomps his massive paw onto Dasker's face, preparing to bite into his neck.

I get up, and launch, looking to the side for a split second to see Anemy launching at the big cat as well. I tear into his back leg while Anemy rips into his right forearm, causing him to jump back before letting out an angered roar.

Dasker stood up quickly, looking at us in anger before saying, "What are you doing here! You disobeyed my direct order!" He growls at us.

"Hmm. And this is the thanks we get for saving your butt. Hmm, figures, sit back and watch how it's done." With that she takes off, signaling with her tail for me to attack with her. As much as I thought I hated her, she's turning out to be an interesting character.

I race after Anemy as we attack the big cat, Anemy gets hit, but she seems fine so we continue to attack Lofa. Hinto launches at Lofa, but the big cat swipes at Hinto, successfully smacking him away while also leaving cuts across his muzzle.

We all continue launching ourselves at Lofa; Hinto latches onto Lofa's back leg while Anemy gets thrown to the ground. Lofa begins to repeatedly hit Hinto against the ground until Lofa eventually rips him off before throwing him across the floor like a rag doll. Dasker jumps forward and gets a few good hits in before Lofa has him pinned, pulling at his tail.

I turn to see Sespria and her cousin pouring water onto Huata's face, I look at her but she doesn't regain consciousness. Dasker lets out a loud, pained howl as his tail is ripped off and thrown to the side, blood spewing out of the freshly torn skin.

I look back to see Huata awake and looking at Sespria confused. After Sespria explains a little of the situation Huata walks towards us slightly.

"Stop it, all of you." Lofa looks up and growls at seeing Huata is awake. I try to get up but my body is extremely tired from exertion.

"Look at you all, you're causing more damage than good; even you Lofa. You with all your strength refuse to take us wolves seriously. You played this like a game, and you underestimated us as predators.

I know you're in pain to, choosing to ignore it won't make it go away." Huata voices as she looks at us. Lofa looks ready to kill her with all the growling and snarling he's doing; not to mention he's towering over Huata whilst standing on his back legs.

"Pain you say. I'LL SHOW YOU PAIN! I'LL PUT YOU OUT OF YOUR MISERY!" Lofa yells, but before he can attack her the white lynx from before appears in front of her.

'That lynx looks pissed off, but she doesn't stand a chance against a lion like Lofa; after all he's so much bigger and stronger than her.'

"You shall not cause harm to her. Your presence has drastically altered the natural balance of the forest. Be warned, it will not put up with you for much longer." The lynx states in a slightly threatening way.

"Oh look, we have a talking dog and now a talking house cat. Unfortunately for you kitty, I'm not looking to adopt anymore pets." Lofa exclaims before striding forward and slicing his claws across the chest of the lynx, successfully wounding and throwing her back from the force. However in mid air I see her wrap her arms around her body; when she lands I see she is no longer wounded.

She must be like Huata, I'm making an educated guess that all albino creatures will be like Huata, but that might be a false conclusion, but I'll have to wait to find out.

I look away from the lynx to see that the blood coating his body turns into thick vines that wrap and tangle themselves over him, thus leaving him immobilized.

"What kind of sorcery is this!" He yells in anger at his predicament. The vines have a new appearance, and are coated with thorns that puncture through Lofa's skin; causing him to roar in pain as he struggles to free himself. I turn back and walk next to Huata, watching as the lynx turns to face us; before disappearing the same way as before.

"Go. Now!" Sespria exclaims as she turns from Lofa to us.

"Goodbye Sespria, and thanks for everything." Huata responds.

"Don't forget about me." Sespria states as she watches Huata run after her pack mates.

"I believe we'll be seeing each other soon, whether it be on good or bad terms is your choice." I voice before sprinting after the rest of our pack; leaving Sespria to wonder what my words meant.

As we return to the clearing I see an angry looking Ash as she watches Huata and Anemy return with Dasker and Hinto. I decided to take a different route, which led me to come up on the other side of the clearing.

"Anemy! Huata! Are you crazy?!" Ash questions as she growls at them.

"Chill out mom, I'm fine." Anemy states while Huata stays quiet. I walk up and sit in between the two sisters; I'm starting to warm up slightly to Anemy, but she's still a little to bossy for us to become best friends.

I look over to see Trot trying to apologize for not watching over us, but Dasker simply walks away while Trot is in mid sentence. The pack follows after Dasker, while I fall in step next to Trot.

"Dasker just has a lot on his mind right now, he still accepts you even if you mess up every once in a while." I say trying to get Trot to loosen up on himself, after all it isn't his fault we all disobeyed the alphas order; and if he tried to stop us he wouldn't have really had any luck.

"Thanks Ceska, but it was my responsibility and I failed. I need to be more responsible; and if Dasker ignoring me is the price, then I must earn back his trust." Trot states, leaving no room for argument. We stop by Kilo's decomposing corpse, causing me to feel worried for Trot and Hinto who didn't react that well last time they saw it.

"You know, even though he could be a bully at times, he always knew how to make us laugh." Troy voices as he looks off, probably remembering a memory of Kilo. The laughing after a couple of seconds at what must have been a humorous memory.

"Yah, good ole Kilo; and to think that if it wasn't for him I wouldn't even be alive right now." Hinto states, but Huata suddenly begins to dig into the ground, creating a hole.

"Uh, why are you digging a hole?" Hinto questions in confusion.

"I hear it's how humans show respect for their dead." Huata answers before continuing to dig.

"It's respectful to throw dirt on them? Human culture is really strange." Hinto states as he questions why.

'You'll see what I mean." Huata states before pulling Kilo into the hole, then layering the dirt over his body, while the pack watches from the sides of the grave.

"You know what, it does look better. It's as if Kilo's at peace again, suddenly it's not so hard to smile." Trot voices as he looks up from Kilo's grave.

"Yah, I guess you're right." Hinto states as he looks at Kilo's grave as well.

The pack starts to howl, but soon after Dasker falls to the ground, and appears to be in a state of unconsciousness, probably due to all the injuries in his head and body which he failed to have treated.

_______

It's sunset when Dasker finally wakes up after being treated for his injuries, Ash sits up quickly after Dasker regains consciousness.

"You were all lucky to make it out alive, ugh. It's any wonder this pack needed this lot. We need to be out of here by morning." Ash states as she looks to Dasker to confirm the order.

Dasker seems to think for a moment before choosing Huata as his mate, to say she was unhappy was an understatement, but she hid it well so as to not offend him. To say Anemy was angry wasn't realistic, in fact she was well beyond angry as she watched Huata get chosen instead of herself.

"Oh come on, why her. After all the trouble I got in trying to save you; yet she gets captured by a pack of dangerous predators, and gets rewarded for it. Unbelievable. Okay enough already, it's about time someone said the obvious, she's blind. You hear me, blind." Anemy snarls out loud as she looks at Dasker.

"You're blind? What's that?" Hinto questions as he looks to the others in confusion.

"It means she cannot see Hinto." Ash responds.

"Exactly. She cannot see, do you really want to have offspring with someone like that; heck if anything choose me, Ceska is even better than my useless sister." Anemy states as she looks straight at Dasker.

"Let us not be angry at her for deceiving you, despite how wrong it was. We should instead cast pity upon her, it's not like she'll be able to appreciate how handsome and brave you are Dasker." Anemy adds before waiting for his new decision.

Dasker thinks for a few seconds before looking to me, I growl and snap my jaws at him before striding over and sitting slightly behind Trot. Dasker, seeing as he knows I will not do anything if unwilling finally looks over to Anemy where he then walks over and chooses her as his mate. They start to walk away, but not before Anemy sticks her tongue out at Huata.

"This is not how I wanted this to go about. Still it's best that he found out, are you okay with that Huata?" Ash asks as she looks at her daughter.

"I was never meant to be an Alpha female, it didn't mean anything to me; but I could've done without the humiliation." Huata responds before walking away, followed by Hinto. I was about to follow them but Trot jumped in front of me.

"What?" I question straight forward.

"Why did you refuse to become Alpha female? From what information I've collected from Ash, every female wants to be with the Alpha." Trot states in confusion and desperation. As he looks at me, awaiting my answer.

"Dasker isn't my type, and Anemy would have my throat, and I don't want that seeing as we're just starting to get along. After all, I've had another male on my mind instead." I state before stepping around him and sprinting towards where Huata and Hinto should be; after all, I know what his next question would be, and I didn't want to answer it just yet.

I arrive to see Hinto and Huata embracing each other, I walk forward silently as I stride over and sit next to them. When they break away they finally see me, and jump in slight surprise.

"When did you get there?" Hinto questions.

"What are you planning?" I ask as I stare at them. They both look to each other as if unsure to tell me something, but Huata eventually answers.

"Hinto and I have decided to take over the pack. He'll do plenty of training to make sure that this time he wins the battle." Huata responds as she looks to me in hope.

"Well in that case...... count me in!" I exclaim in happiness as I bound up and wag my tail slightly. They both look at me in surprise and confusion.

"So you're not going to tell Dasker?" Hinto questions in hope.

"Of course not, you two would be the perfect alphas, but I won't tell on one condition." I state as I look them in the eye.

"Name your terms." Hinto states. I look at them with a smirk on my lips before responding.

"I will be allowed to have pups as well.", I responded. They looked at me in extreme surprise before Huata questions,

"Who would you have puppies with though?"

"I believe Trots is the male she has her eyes on." Hinto states slyly as he looks at me in happiness.

"How'd you know?" I question, averting my eyes to the ground in embarrassment.

"Trot told me he was attracted to you but couldn't act on it seeing as he isn't the Alpha; but to answer your term, of course you can have pups, it would only help the pack so I see nothing wrong with that arrangement." Hinto explains. I'm so happy I jumped up and ran around them in eagerness.

"Calm down Ceska, we have to wait until Hinto takes leadership, then we can expand the pack, but for now let's head back before the others get ideas." Huata voices as she looks at me then Hinto. We both nod then jog back.

When we get back it's night time, and the others are getting ready to sleep. When we arrive Ash looks up and growls something about leaving without telling anyone, and almost waking Eric. I simply ignore her and walk over to Trot. He seems to be in a peaceful sleep, and it's just too perfect to resist.

I start to whack his tail with my paws before getting bored and simply tackling him. Trot jumps up in surprise, looking around until he spots me; I jump off him and run a little off into the forest, but he pounces at me, successfully pushing me to the ground. I flip over causing him to roll off me. We both stood up and circle each other before jumping and wrestling till one of us got the upper hand. So far I was winning.

At the end I stood over him while he was lying on his back; he suddenly kicked out my feet and turned over, causing me to be swept onto my back in one swift move. I look up to see Trot smirking in victory, before stepping off of me so I could get up, I look up at him before rubbing my head against his neck slightly.

After stepping away afterwards his face is confused, but then becomes understanding, he looks to me and back in the direction of the pack.

"Ceska, you know we can't have pups or anything like that; after all, Dasker's the Alpha, not me." Trot states in slight sadness and anger as he sits down, trying to deal with his emotions. I sit next to him close enough so that our fur is slightly rubbing against each other.

"I have a secret to tell you, but I can't tell you unless you promise not to tell anyone else." I emphasize as I look into his eyes.

"If it's that important, I promise I won't tell anyone else." Trot states as he touches my nose with his.

"Hinto is training to take on Dasker as Alpha." I state as I look away from him.

"Well if Hinto wins we still won't be allowed to be mates, only the alpha pair can be mates after all." Trot responds as he looks up in slight surprise.

"Yah, I know the rules, but I overheard their plan and said I wouldn't tell anyone if I could also have pups. They obviously agreed so when Hinto is Alpha I'll be allowed to have a mate and pups; so technically we only have to wait until Hinto becomes Alpha." I explained as I looked up to see if he was okay with it.

"Really?! That's amazing! We would have a large pack, plenty of offspring to continue; and we could be mates." he exclaims as he bounds around me, rubbing up against me.

I look at him and motion with my tail that we have to get back to the pack before Dasker and Anemy show up and wonder where we went and what we were doing. As we get back we lay a little away from the others, with our backs touching against each other's. That night we went to sleep thinking of the future ahead of us.

Ch.4 Ch.6

David Bowie: Don't Go

Imagine David Bowie falls in love with you the moment he meets you, but you're taken away; only for him to find you again after many years have passed: Warnings: Alludes to suicidal thoughts/ideation, abuse, abuse of power, feelings of worthlessness, injury, angst, apathy

1975

It was always loud around me, everyone shouting and screaming in my direction. Adoration emanated in their voices as they called my name, but all it made me feel was anxious and overwhelmed. I'm always running from them, these people that claim to love me... they lie when they say that, how can they love someone they do not know?

These manic strangers scared me, I never wanted to walk down the streets alone, but there were moments I would risk it simply for a second just to myself. I once thought of leaving this world, setting my soul free, abandoning this shell I am forced into. I was so close to going through with it, but then I met someone who forced a change in my perception.

We were young during our first meeting, I was several years into my stardom, usually caged up in my Los Angeles apartment. I hate Los Angeles, in fact, I hate California as a whole; the only reason I was even there was because my manager had forced me into this movie deal.

I wasn't unhappy with the movie, I had read the novel it was based on, and the script embraced a lot of the original elements. I couldn't survive there for long though, my mind was always leaving me, traveling elsewhere, to places with happy memories. The few moments of awareness during my day left me with an unending headache, it made me nauseous knowing that I was still alive. I felt like I was betraying God with these thoughts, that I was dishonoring him in some way with my destructive hatred for myself and my surroundings.

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The first day on set was numbing, my manager had escorted me there, his firm glare setting me on edge; I know the only reason he was with me was to ensure that I didn't go against him. A deal with the Devil, he observed my every move, I felt like he was screening my thoughts before allowing me to speak.

I wanted to scream, to reach out to the people around me for help; but I didn't. I simply kept my eyes down, only speaking when the director or cast members addressed me directly.

The day was nearing its end, I had been encapsulated with this crowd and wanted a moment of quietness, I knew when I was back in that apartment that I would be yelled at. He would be angry that I seemed so disinterested in everything, furious that I had the audacity to try and come here without him.

I nervously skittered away from the people, moving swiftly towards the door as my heart rate raced. I was so close, it would only offer me momentary relief, but that was better than nothing, better than this everlasting flame that was burning me from the inside out. I felt cauterized from the heat, forever stuck in this flesh prison until my untimely death. Yet, death offers me no salvation, in this world of sin we are doomed to return, to relive these traumas until we learn something from this negative world.

One foot was out the door when a hand seized my wrist; had it been my neck, I'm sure I would think I was being strangled. A chilling shiver scraped along my spine, it was that uncomfortable feeling of knowing I was caught. The air in my lungs felt suffocating, the heat of my body sweltering as I glanced at the hand.

"Where do you think you're going?" I look sternly at my manager, surveying his aura and body language. I can tell that he is nearing the end of his rope, the 'patience' he has is running thin. I remember the first time I hired him, I thought he was respectable, he looked like a business man with his hair combed back with his immaculate suit, speaking to me with high revere.

Not many things have changed about him, he still speaks well of me - now only to possible clients or partners; his way of dressing has only gotten finer with the money I bring in, but the young man I hired was long gone. He's been my manager since I was 12 and he was 36, I'm now 19, him being 43. The full head of black hair is slightly graying at the sides, his athletic physique gave way to slight obesity - but the strange type of weight gain where he is top-heavy in the chest, if that makes sense.

He used to make me feel comfortable, he wouldn't yell or scream at me, but that was back when my parents were always around, as soon as I turned 18 they upped and left. They still sent me requests for money every now and then, well aware I would oblige. I know they likely think I wanted them to leave, but what I wouldn't give for them to come and stick their noses in my business.

"...I'm going to the bathroom?" My voice feels like it's grating against my throat, as though I haven't had a thing to drink all day; however, I know he wouldn't let me go a day without 8 glasses of water. That may sound like he actually cares for me, but he knows that my albums are the reason behind a lot of my wealth, and he refuses to let anything damage my voice.

The eye contact we hold burns me, I don't know what else to do but hope he believes me. I sigh in relief as he releases his hold, sending a curt 'get going' to me before turning away. I haven't felt happy in a long while, and though I know what I'm feeling isn't happiness, it still reminds me of it. I want to rush forward, but force a steady walk, going straight past the bathroom and outside.

The sun is obnoxiously bright, I want to go back inside, but I know he will be waiting for me. I shuffle over to the back of the building, a lonely bench awaiting, luckily sheltered away from the sweltering sun. My back aches as I collapse onto it, head falling back against the wall as I quietly groan in dissatisfaction. The traffic is loud, I can hear airplanes in the distance, and the footsteps of people along the sidewalk.

God, I wish I was somewhere else, I wish I was back home in Montana, or maybe at my seldom used cabin in Idaho. I want to not see another human being for miles, I want trees and wildlife to surround me as I write and draw, but I know that won't happen anytime soon.

The thoughts overrunning my mind lower my awareness of my surroundings, so much so that I only become aware again when someone sits next to me. The alarming aura of a person so near, this is the closest a stranger has been to me without my manager in sight; I can't remember how long ago it has been since I talked to someone without him watching me.

I observe them from the corner of my eye, he's taller than me, dressed in a casual black suit with a hat, his orange-blonde hair coaxing my attention. I know who he is, we were briskly introduced during the meeting, but he was surrounded by an entourage that kept people away from him.

He glances to me, our eyes meeting for an instant before I turn away from him. I'm not sure how to talk to him, it's been so long since I was able to speak freely that I fear I don't know how to anymore.

"So, what are you doing out here?" His accented tone rings out sharply, dancing through the noisy ambience, my head subconsciously tilting as I listen to him. Turning my face to him, I'm met by his piercing eyes paired with his angular face; I almost want to huff at how exact and fine his features are.

"I could ask you the same." I state, holding a steady gaze, watching as his eye flicker over me before returning ahead.

"I saw you leaving, and I wanted to know where you were going." He responds, voice smooth as he brushes his hair back neatly.

"So you followed me?" The sentence flows from my mouth so quickly, realizing what I've said makes me feel bilious. I gulp, looking over to him as I await a yell or a glare; surprised when he lets out an amused laugh.

"Don't make it weird." He giggles, looking down to his hands. He looks up to speak again, but a concerned look washes over his features.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." The sentence strings along, his body shifting towards me as all his attention is focused on me. I'm confused at first, wondering why he was reacting like this before realizing I must look tense and pale.

"No, no, it's alright. It's not you." I quickly respond, resting a hand gently over his own to calm him down. I once again speak without thinking, not realizing I told him indirectly that I am in fact uncomfortable.

"So that's why you're out here." David states, his hands gently holding my own as his concerned expression magnifies. I pull my hands away in fear of the repercussions for this conversation.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I scowl, glaring at the wall opposite us. I hurriedly stand up, worried about staying out too long, I don't want my manager getting suspicious.

I squint my eyes against the weather, the sun burns as the heat overwhelms my sense. I want to cry, but I know that I can't allow myself to. David stands as well, and I'm about to walk away before feeling something being placed atop my head. Glancing over to David, I notice his hat missing, my sight no longer being hindered by the sunlight. I gaze at him in suspicion, what does he want?

"What?" Is all he says, a smirk playing on his features as he leads me back around the building to the front door. I try to give him his fedora back, but he simply pushed it back to me, telling me to keep it. I thank him, a smile trying to appear on my face as I look up to him; he grins to me before walking away, leaving me alone.

___

My manager was pissed, he knew I lied about going to bathroom, and was even angrier when he saw I had David Bowie's fedora clutched in my small hands. He snatches it from my hands, I open my mouth to argue, but the look on his face tells me it'll be much worse if I speak.

I follow him through the crowd, weaving carefully so that I don't touch people. We reach the group surrounding David, my manager saying we have something of his. As he walks towards us, my manager shoves the fedora into my hands before shoving me forward. I can tell David is confused by the situation, I hope he didn't see my manager push me.

"What is it (Y/N)?" This is the first time he's used my name, I don't know why it stunned me, maybe because no one cares enough to know my real name, instead calling me by my pseudonym. I nervously glance away and look back at my manager, I can tell he wants to yell at me, but he knows he has to wait.

"I-I'm returning your fedora, you must've dropped it..." I reply, hoping he goes along with it.

"What?" His bewildered response matches his expression, I don't know how to get him to go along other than to rephrase myself.

"I was coming back from the bathroom and saw it on the floor, you must've dropped it." I explain, looking him firmly in the eyes as I hold out the hat. His eyes now hold understanding as he glances behind me.

"Oh, thank you... Can I speak to you for a moment?" He responds, grabbing the hat and then my wrist to pull me forward. I yelp weakly, my wrist hurting from its past abuse. David glanced down at me in worry just as my manager moves forward and grabs my shoulder.

"We need to get going, you have another meeting in a half-hour." My manager interrupts, bundling me away before David could even blink. ___

My manager is fuming, I can tell by the slight jitter in is movements as he forces me out of the building and down the street. I know he wants nothing more than to yell at me, make me cry, but he will have to wait until we get some privacy before he can do as he pleases.

The car ride is anything but pleasant, he may have opened the door for me, but he shoved me in so fast that I knocked my head against the frame. The headache is splitting through my skull, the mixture of pain and internal agony is catching up with me.  My manager angrily slams his door and begins driving back to my apartment; he wastes no time laying into me.

"What the fuck was that!" He shouts angrily, fists clenching the steering wheel to the point I think he's fantasizing that it's my neck.

"What?" I try to play dumb, but I should've known better.

"Don't give me that bullshit! I know you didn't go to the bathroom, you snuck out so you could talk with that singer!" He states with a scowl, glaring at me before looking back to the road. I can see the sweat layered upon his brow, perhaps the sun is getting to him as well?

"I didn't!" My response is halted quickly, my manager reaching across the center console as he smacks me sharply. I want to say I'm surprised, but I'm not, though that does nothing to numb the stinging pain as tears burn my eyes.

"You wanna rethink that response." He grits, I can tell he's furious, and he'll do as he pleases no matter my answer. Involuntarily curling into myself, I make no move to respond, wrapping my arms tightly around my abdomen as I look out the window. My lack of response is only going to anger him further, but I can't seem to care anymore.

When we arrive at my apartment, he's tossing me in as soon as the doors unlocked. He pulls me back to him so harshly I can hear the fabric of my sweater tearing as he scrunches it in his fists. I subconsciously put my hands up, trying to get away from him.

He heeds my movements, shoving me away just as harshly as he had pulled me in. The action is so sudden that I'm thrown off balance, taking  a moment to recollect myself before turning back to him.

I go to say something, but have no time to contemplate my words as something is hurled at me. I try my best to dodge it, but my actions are in vain as the object meets my eye.

The left side of my face radiates in pain as I fall backwards into the wall, my hands flying up to my injury as I try not to cry. I look down at the object and see my favorite book was what had been thrown, Jane Eyre... my manager can't seem to get enough of ruining things I love.

I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I only notice my manager approaching when he already has his thick hand wrapped around my throat, thus pinning me to the wall I've taken solace in. He grabs my wrists with his free hand and forces them up and away from my face. 

I try to observe him as he analyzes my face, his once kind eyes seem so empty, when did that happen? His hair is thinner, and though he's out of shape, he still overpowers me with ease; who is this man before me? I want to look at him more, but the agony of my injury overpowers my wants, eyes stinging as the tears cloud my vision before streaming down along my cheeks.

"You'll need to cover that for tomorrow, I'll bring you a bandage."

Just like that, his hold is gone and he exits the apartment. I'm alone in this apartment, silence settling back into it as the furious tornado that is my manager has left the vicinity. If someone came in, they would think me strange curled up in the corner with tears in my eyes; no one ever sees who causes them, but they always have an opinion.

___

He did as he said, bringing me a roll of Coban with some gauze so I could pad my eye against the adhesive bandage. I hadn't look at my eye throughout the night, not wanting to see the damage, but knowing it must look bad as my eye had swollen shut. 

I wanted to assume the mirror was lying to me like everyone else does, but I know it wasn't.

The bruising was light as it hasn't been more than a day, the contusion will darken later on as it fully forms; the swelling wasn't as bad as I assumed, my eyelids were definitely swollen, but I could peel them open slightly to view the sclera flooded in red due to burst blood vessels. Brushing those thoughts away, my manager shoves open the bathroom door and grabs the bandages from my grasp, grumbling about me taking to long as he wraps my injuries.

The car ride there is a stark contrast compared to yesterday, the silence was almost more eerie than when he yells, but I try not to think to hard on it.

Anxiety bubbles up in my throat as he parks the car and exits, what will they say? This is opening the door to unwanted questions, what if they find out my manager abuses me? What if they take his side?? I don't get too much time to think as my door is opened by my manager as he signals for me to get out. I do as told, hesitantly walking into the building after he enters.

The building is thankfully not nearly as crowded as yesterday, today only requires the actors/actresses, costume designers, and music producers to be present. 

I stand there silently as I wait for the group to be called to focus, but I'm disrupted from daydreaming as I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn around, coming face to face with the director, Nicolas Roeg.

"Hey Y/N, you're manager called yesterday and explained that you got injured while playing with your cousins. I know how head injuries can be, so let me know if you start getting headaches, or if the noise or environment gets too overwhelming. Alright?" This man, he was so nice over the phone when asking if I wanted to be a part of this project, how could I forget him, especially after how kind he's being now?

I grace him with a thankful smile, nodding my head. He smiles back, giving my shoulder a pat in reassurance before turning away and walking to converse with someone else. I am about to go back to dissociating when another tap is felt, I want to sigh, but halt my actions when I meet eyes - well, eye - with David Bowie.

I can tell he had his words prepared before walking over, but I feel like they abandoned him as soon as I turned around. I can only assume it has something to do with my lovely injury, I know for a fact that I alone cannot leave a man speechless.

"Darling, what happened?" He's concerned, that much was audible, but I know I need to make that dissipate if I don't want my manager to have a repeat of last night.

"Oh this... it's er, nothing, happened while I was rough housing with my cousins." My lie was almost seamless, but the hesitation in my words at the beginning was noticed by him, the squint in his eyes at my words gave that much away.

"I'm fine, honestly David, no need to worry about me." I voice, trying harder to get him to put this on the back burner. He's conflicted, eyes glinting with so many different emotions I can't seem to keep up. Luckily though, he bows his head slightly and nods at my words. I can tell he's still uncertain, but at least he's stopped talking about it. 

I didn't try to avoid him the rest of the day per say, but we were working on two very different parts of the film; he was the lead Actor, and I was working on the film scores as well as dabbling in the costume design. We weren't around each other very often, and if we were, they were but fleeting moments.

He had me cornered during our lunch break actually, but my manager put a quick stop to that, dragging me away to talk with some fans outside; at this point, I think he's doing everything in his power to keep David and myself separate.

The hours go by, Roeg and my manager keeping me plenty busy. I would say that I barely noticed my injury all day apart from the constant headaches and dull ache that seemed to keep building up the longer the day went on.

I know Roeg said to tell him when it was getting bad, but let's be honest, my manager would have my other eye if I said anything. 

As the day is coming to an end, people begin leaving, my manager says we can go after he uses the restroom. He fixes me with a hard look before going in, basically telling me,'do something stupid, and we'll have a rerun of last night.' His eyes looked so dark I felt a nervous chill run down my back as I took a step back.

"Y/N!" I hear a voice call, turning around to be met with that same fedora as yesterday.

"David..." I greet uneasily, glancing back to the restroom in fear my manager will walk out at anytime. David seems to catch on and speeds past the pleasantries.

"Listen, I'm going to the preview tonight if you'd like to join me, I can pick you up tonight if that's alright with you?" His offer is said with such a hopeful voice and sweet look that I almost agree right then and there, but then reality stabs me in the back.

"Y/N." That voice nearly startle me out of my skin with how hard I jumped. My shoulders turn stiff as I look back and watch as my manager stalks closer, gripping my shoulder before steering me to the door.I turn my head quickly, making eye contact with David and his crestfallen face, giving a smile with a slight head nod to confirm his plans. I watch for a second as joy encapsulates his face before I'm forced out the door into the obnoxious environment of Los Angeles.

My manager leaves early, stating he has a meeting to get to before the day ends, leaving me alone in my apartment. He usually stays gone until the morning, that of which I'm thankful for, or else I would never be able to have David pick me up. 

He arrives when it's already dark, around 7 pm when the last streaks of sunlight are dissipating. His driver goes to get out, but David beats him to it, walking over and opening the door for me before getting back in on his side. We both sit in the back and his chauffeur takes us to the movie theatre. It was a quiet ride, I think he could notice how jittery and uneasy I was; he held my hand and offered a comforting smile, reassuring me until we felt the car halt.

We sat in the back, hoping no one would notice our presence. The movie was good, it held my attention the whole time - well, at least until David nudged me, motioning with his head for us to leave. I do as told, standing and following him as he led me down the hallways and back into the main room.

"Whats wrong?" I ask, unsure why we left half-way through the film.

"Nothing, I just want to spend some time alone with you." He states, before grasping my hand, leading me outside and down the quiet sidewalks. Los Angeles at night is better at night I would say, a little more quiet with much better weather.

There is a hint of a breeze though, sending light shivers down my back whenever a gust came my way. My clothes aren't really the best for this weather, a knee length dress with only a feathery shawl to protect my shoulders.

"Oh, I'm sorry darling, I should've told you to bring a jacket." He voices guiltily, detaching our hands before shrugging off his suit jacket. He stops me from walking, grabbing my shoulders and turning me to face him as he wraps the large jacket around my thin frame.

It swallows me up, a blush tinting my cheeks in embarrassment, I must look ridiculous to this man. David notices the blush, a wide grin spreading over his face at how adorable the site before him is.

"I must look ridiculous..." I say, looking down self-consciously. David simply huffs and removes his hat and placing it delicately atop my head, it's much too large, sliding down over my eyes and blocking my sight. He laughs gently, angling the hat so that I can see again, his toothy grin being the first sight I'm met with.

"You look adorable." Is all he says, wrapping his arm comfortingly over my shoulders before continuing to walk us down the street. I can confidently state that my blush has not faded throughput the entire exchange.

We both remain silent, simply enjoying the presence of the other as we saunter down the pavement. We pass many quiet cafes still open, him stepping to the left and halting as he opens the door to a warm cafe. I cautiously enter, removing the hat and surveying the interior closely.

A young woman sits sleepily at the register, the only other people being a middle-aged couple at a table against the wall. The lights have a warm hue to them, complementing the earthy tones of the walls and tables.

Glancing back at David, he offers a soft smile, resting his hand on my lower back before leading me to the register. The woman quickly writes down my order, not looking up until both myself and David have ordered.

I hold my breath when I notice that familiar glint in her eye, backing up subconsciously in fear she will shout our names and alert someone to our presence. If the paparazzo found out I'm here, and accompanied by David Bowie no less! The scandal would be horrific.

David holds me steadily in comfort as he smiles at the woman, he holds a finger against his lips to stop her, I glance at her in worry that she still might scream. She looks overwhelmed in excitement, but breathes deeply to calm herself down when she notices my reaction.

"Sorry! I just love both of you so much!" She whispers happily, still in shock of meeting two of her favorite artists. I feel the tension in my shoulders lessen as she only whispers in excitement.

"Thank you, it's nice to meet you to." David says politely, nodding to her before leading me away and to a table cozied up in a corner.

Our night was wonderful, David and I talked the night away, enjoying multiple drinks the longer we stayed up. I've never felt so at ease with another person, and we could converse for an extended amount of time without awkward silences or uncomfortable glances; how could someone so wonderful seek me out for company? Is this a blessing from God, or is Satan about to take him away from me.

___

After that night, I've looked forward to seeing him everyday, a smile gracing both of our features whenever our eye(s) meet, but we are both swept away. My manager found out about my late night escapade rather easily seeing as I didn't return to my apartment and was instead brought to work by David(no nothing happened, I fell asleep during the car ride back, and David decided it would be easier to just take me to his home instead of go up into an apartment building while trying to find my keys).

My manager was thoroughly pissed, but his physical punishments still didn't deter me from seeing David, but he always did know how to ruin a good thing. The movie was over, it had already been in theatres and what we were attending wasn't required work anymore; my manager took full advantage of that, signing me up with another director to work with them on film scores.

This new job took me across the country into New York, the director was very well known, Martin Scorsese, and the film was Taxi... Taxi Driver I think. It sounded interesting I guess, maybe a little on point for it being called Taxi Driver and set in New York. 

I didn't even get to say goodbye to David, my manager had dropped the news on me the night before I was to fly to New York. I didn't have anyway to contact David, but I'm not even sure if he would want to stay in contact... Either way, I'm leaving tomorrow whether I like it or not.

_______

1982

It's been a little while since I've agreed to do another film score since Taxi Driver, that film was surprisingly fun compared to my last experience, but maybe that's because my manager wasn't there with me most of the time.

None of that matters anymore though, after the success of taxi driver I fired that abusive prick, and I honestly couldn't be happier. I focused solely on my albums and dropped 7 of them throughout the past few years. I took a break from movies, I was too young for them and the change of environment when I was 19, but now I'm 26 and feel ready to face the world.

I don't actually know a lot about this film, other than the title and one of the actors/film scorers. I believe the film is called Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence? The actor/musician I'm talking about is Ryuichi Sakamoto, and he's honestly the main reason I took this job; my albums blew up and have been making me a fortune, so this is really just for fun and the experience.

I'm walking down the road, suitcase in hand, trying to figure out how the hell to walk in sand. I'm about halfway to the hotel when I hear someone approaching from my side. I don't turn to them, hoping they'll keep moving and we won't have to awkwardly introduce ourselves.

"...(Y/N)? Is that really you!" What? I.. I know that voice. I turn to them, eyes wide as I watch a face from the past stride over to me, face plastered with a wide grin.

"David?" At the sound of my voice, his strides turned into bounds pretty much, I could see he was truly ecstatic at seeing me, and it would be a lie to say I don't feel the same.

I start walking towards him, dropping my suitcase as we embrace. How could I not? This man, this wonderful man that changed me for the better, made me see that my life was worth more. You beautiful man, I'll never disappear again, I promise.

Balto's Sister Ch.2: Steele

Ch.1 Ch.3

"Didn't make the team.... Bingo." Steele's obnoxious voice suddenly rang through the air.

"Don't look at him, don't listen to him, live a long life." Boris states weakly to Balto.

"My name's Balto!" He growls, completely ignoring Boris' advice. I turn around, facing Steele's obnoxious figure, slightly baring my teeth as he struts by.

"I'm sorry. Balto. Balto the half-breed." The group surrounding Steele say in unison, 'ohh'; at least they were until I silenced them with snarl. Some of them backed up a little, but I paid them no mind, shifting my attention back to the situation.

Steele walked forward, pushing Boris backwards with a rough movement, making fun of him as well. As soon as I realized what Steele had done, I pounced up, my jaws clamped tightly around his snow white paw. I'm shaking and yanking my head in every direction, Steele desperately trying to get away from me, but his attempts are futile.

I finally let go, seeing that Boris is alright, but it seems that that was a bad choice; Steele forcing himself forward and pushing me to the ground, holding me down with his paw as he growls in my face. I react immediately, swiping my claws in an attempt to rake them across his face. Sadly, he managed to jump back before I could' I think about continuing, but I decide better, moving away as I regain my composure.

Steele moves away and acts as though our interaction never even occurred. I want to snarl at him, but his confident air is a little too intriguing; maybe off putting is a better word.

"I've got a message for your mother." He sadistically states while smirking, walking back towards his group, pointing his large head up before howling at the sky, the others hastily joining in. Now this hit a nerve for not only Balto, but also myself; what he's doing is extremely offensive and rude seeing as we don't even know what happened to our mother.

I see Balto getting angry, growling and beginning to stalk towards them. I quickly follow, releasing several snarls of my own in-between my growling. Steele sees us and immediately moves back a bit to hide behind his posse.

"Get him." He barks, the group simply sending a barrage of barks and growls at us, which really did nothing but annoy me.

"Get out of here wolf-dogs, better get back to your pack." With the last word he spat onto Balto's muzzle, resulting in Balto becoming even angrier; both of us almost attacked him until Boris interrupted us, pleading that we should leave now.

"Luko come on, we go now." Boris states, trying to get me to leave as well.

"You go, I'm staying here." I respond, making them leave, but not before Steele and his group begin bombarding them with snow, and even a rock that hits Balto square on the back.After a moment of my brother absence I hear Steele begin to talk to me, I want to ignore him, but something forces me to listen.

"Come on princess, why do you even hang out with that half-breed?" Steele questions as he sees I'm still there, tilting his head with an arrogant smirk seemingly etched upon his face.

"You seem to forget Steele, but I'm part wolf as well." I state back, my lip pulled in a slight sneer.

"Don't worry, I know, princess." Steele responds as he walks next to me, pushing his chest up against mine and getting close to my face.

"Come on, why don't you take me to see Jenna, or do you want me all to yourself, Princess?" Steele asks as he begins leading me through an opening in the fencing. His group is gone, and now he almost talks to me as though he's mocking his friend, this husky is so indecisive.

"Why do you bully Balto, but not me?" I question, bewilderment radiating throughout my tone.

"Well, Balto isn't a girl, and he's also super annoying. Not to mention, he is competition." Steele simply responds with a slight growl in his voice when he says Balto's name.

"If Balto is competition, then what am I?" I ask as I look down to the floor, slowly walking through the thick snow.

"....You're my ..question. I don't know what to do with you. You're obviously part wolf, but you seem much more interesting than simple minded Jenna." Steele responds as he suddenly stops, instead stepping directly in front of me, resulting in our chests touching again as he stands up to his full height, towering over me.

"So what am I to you?" Steele questions.

"You're my confusion, I don't know whether I should hate you because of how you treat Balto, or love you because of how I feel towards you." I mutter the last part quietly, looking down before walking around him, leaving Steele in visible shock of what I just said. He quickly follows me after shaking himself out of his daze.

Ch.1 Ch.3