Neither Wolf Nor Man

ChapterTwo

The bell rang which signaled the end of the assembly. The students left the hall in a disorganized manner; most teachers stayed behind. They were discussing with one another. Some of the teachers tried to leave the hall alongside the children.

Trevor tried his best to keep himself together. The words of the bullies behind him kept ringing in his head. They threatened to kill his father and r**e his sister.

Goliath woke up sluggishly, he stretched himself to his fullest limit. He looked at Trevor, there was a stack of books on his lap which weren't there before. Before Trevor could say anything, Goliath grabbed the stack of books from his lap.

"Hey!" Trevor called after him. "That's mine."

"Not really," Goliath answered without turning in his direction. He was flipping through the pages of the books he was holding. "Before I came to school today. I scanned through the textbooks, I knew what we'd be taught in our first and second years. These are assignments. Assignments like this are similar to the past questions usually given to students who have to do night classes. The formation of the question is different from the tests and examinations an average student gets. This work is meant to prepare someone who wants to do the SAT. You know what I am talking about, like the one in the Kevin Hart movie. Think the name was Night school or something."

"Shut up!" Trevor quickly grabbed the books away from Goliath. "It's not your business! Stay out of it." With that, Trevor hurried away from the seat. Goliath was perplexed. He was trying to figure out what was going on. He would have been left in the dark, but he heard the audible sound of a smirk. He turned in the direction of the smirk. There were two boys at the entrance; Their attention was focused on him. He couldn't properly make out their faces, they stood in a dark spot.

"Those bastards," Goliath gritted his teeth. "The books I took from Trevor. It had a scent that wasn't from him. The scent is similar to what I smell from the two of them. While I was asleep, they must have bullied him into taking their books. Then those bastards must have threatened him to do their assignment. I won't let any one of them walk over my friend."

Goliath would have lashed out but suddenly his phone rang.

RRR! RRR! RRRR!

There was a look of disbelief on his face. He couldn't let any teacher know he had brought his phone to school. The glow in his eyes appeared, everything appeared to be moving extremely slowly. There was a cheery grin on his face. He dashed towards the exit of the assembly hall. He passed through many students. By his perception, they appeared frozen. When he moved at that speed, nothing could move in the environment except light rays. He dashed to the back of the school building. He took out his phone. It was Reeves who was calling him. Reeves was the old man who took care of him.

"Something is wrong," Goliath thought to himself. "Reeves would never call me at a time like this. There has to be an emergency of some sort. But what kind of emergency would be so great that he would risk calling me during school hours? I have to get home and check out the problem."

He looked forward. He wasn't able to focus while he was on the bus thanks to his conversation with Trevor. As a result, he didn't know how to find his way back home. "There's always a map showing the layout of the blocks of a city in every police station," Goliath thought to himself. "I learned that from every crime book I read," he looked around. "I just need to find a police station."

Goliath dashed around. He was trying to find a police station. He tried to steady his breath. He couldn't deny it, he was afraid.

"I hope there's no problem with Reeves," "What would I do if he dies?" "Had he been killed unjustly?" "Is there a problem I don't know about?" "Is Reeves being killed by my original parents, who are angry he brought me in?" These were thoughts that kept ringing in his head. He struggled not to let it affect him. Eventually, he came to a stop. He was panting tiredly. This was his first day in school. He didn't know what to do.

His knees dropped to the ground. His heartbeat had accelerated! The pace of his breathing had increased!

"Is little wolfie boy getting a nervous breakdown?" came an unfamiliar voice behind him.

Goliath turned in the direction of the voice. He was amazed. From the day he was born, no one had been able to keep up with his speed. What was more perplexing was how the words could travel to him. He had calculated his speed before by running around the earth. He could cover twenty thousand kilometers within five seconds. That was far beyond the speed of sound, which could move at three hundred and forty-four meters per second.

"How is this possible?" Goliath asked. He stood to his full height. Two boys were facing him. They were the same ones who he suspected bullied Trevor earlier. They were roughly the same height, about one hundred and eighty centimeters tall. The one on the left had darkish brown hair with hazel eyes. He wore a black shirt which was complemented by a brown biker's jacket with denim jeans. The one on the left dressed similar to him. The only difference was that instead of a brown biker's jacket, he wore a black biker's jacket. He had wavy brown hair with brown soulful eyes.

"Are you surprised to meet another wolf?" The one on the left asks (Michael).

"Not exactly. Reeves told me about werewolves. He was the one who taught me to restrain my energy and force to prevent cracking the very ground I step on when I run. What I don't understand is how our words can reach each other. I am moving at a speed close to Mach 1200. You two can keep up with me, it's reasonable to assume you are moving at a similar speed. Sound in the air travels at about three hundred and forty-four meters per second. "There's no way our words should be able to reach others." Goliath could smell something different about Michael. He didn't understand what the smell was. He had never perceived any stench like it before. It was nauseating but it was strong around Michael.

"I see why you were attracted to the principal's kid," Michael sniggered. He strode towards Goliath. There was a disdainful look on his face. "You are both smart dumbasses. There's a saying, "birds of a feather flock together."

"I heard only idiots find it difficult to pass through high school. That must explain why you and your BFF stick together. "We all need to be around someone who reminds us of ourselves."

"You disrespectful brat!" Michael dashed at Goliath. Goliath had never been involved in combat, but he had watched a lot of movies. He dashed towards Michael, raising his right arm. He threw it forward, intending to punch. Michael was a versed warrior. He had been involved in several fights from the moment he was born. He easily evaded the punch intended for him.

"You are in for a world of pain," there was a sinister smile on Michael's face. He grabbed Goliath by the armpit of his outstretched arm and hurled him off the ground. He threw him high in the air. While Goliath was still in the air, Michael grabbed him by the back of his head and slammed his face aggressively against the ground!

Goliath had never felt such pain before, his teeth were grounded to powder. Bits of his face were splattered on the ground. He was healing but he couldn't deny it. The brutality was more than he signed up for. Michael didn't relent, he kicked him as hard as he could. He connected his foot against Goliath's face, sending him flying in the air. Michael dashed. He had predicted the end of the trajectory of Goliath's position before he kicked him. He got on all fours, silver fur began to cover his body. A yellow glint had appeared in his eyes, his body was slowly morphing into that of a wolf. In a few milliseconds, he had transformed into an eleven-foot wolf standing on its hind limbs. He leaped in the air, stretching his right arm. There were dangerous sharp claws at the end of his fingers. He dragged it towards Goliath's neck. He aimed to decapitate him. There was a sinister smile on his face.

As the wolf's arm was about to s***h Goliath's head off, a figure suddenly appeared between Goliath and Michael. He was about one hundred and eighty-seven centimeters tall. He had long dark hair which went past his shoulders. There was a bored look on his face. He wore a long white detective coat that went past his knees. It was complemented by well-ironed white trousers. There were green bracelets around his wrists. He was holding a long spear. He had used the long spear to stop Michael's attack.

"I didn't know there was internal strife," He began. "I am not complaining. It only makes the elimination of your subhuman lifeforms easier."

He tightened his grip on the spear. As he did that, a wave escaped from the spear, pushing Goliath and Michael backward. Goliath crashed against the ground vehemently, his skin peeled pitilessly due to the violent slam. Michael rolled to the ground to break his fall. He transformed back to his human state as he did a backflip. He landed on his feet, he bit his lower lip. He was agitated at the stranger who had stopped their fight. The man in white dropped to the ground. His drop was as light as a feather. He turned in Goliath's direction. "Steven had better be right about you."

Goliath was panting heavily. If this man hadn't interfered, he would have died. Michael aimed to separate his head from his body. He would have killed him; he had poor battle prowess. This fight proved it. He had to find a way to get stronger else he wouldn't last long. Goliath was amazed, the same nauseating smell he perceived coming from Michael. He could also smell it coming from this man in white. What was the significance of the stench? Goliath didn't know.

"You are from the agency, aren't you?" Michael bit his lower lip.

"Don't know why you are asking the obvious," the man in white began spinning the spear. It reminded Goliath of teenage mutant ninja turtles. He spun the spear even faster than Leonardo spun his staff. "If we are to play it like this. I will say the next line. You are going to die here, won't you?"

Before Michael could say anything, the man in white dashed towards him. He was too fast! Michael didn't even see him leave his spot. The next thing Michael noticed was that the spear of the man was impaled onto the head of his associate. The man in white dragged the spear towards the lower body. It ripped through the body of his friend, slicing him into two symmetrical halves. With that, the man in white made flamboyant moves with the spear as he turned to face Michael. "You must be young werewolves." This is unfair. I am the best hunter on the continent. Wonder why I had to be put in such a lowly habitat with poorly developed fighters."

Michael's heart was beating speedily. He was scared. His skin was sweating profusely, his knees were buckling out of fright.

"Don't tell me you want to pee. "It would be sick to kill a child when he is yet to relieve himself," he said tiredly with a demeaning smirk.

"You are prohibited from harming another member of my park," came the sonorous voice of a woman.

The man in white and Goliath turned in the direction of the voice. It belonged to a woman who was about six feet tall. She wore a black velvet dress which was complemented by black high heels. Goliath couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. She had long black hair which brushed against her cheeks, rosy pink lips, an oval-shaped face, and her skin was creamy and supple white. Her eyes had a unique color that Goliath had never seen before. It was a mix of jet black and deep blue. Saying she was gorgeous was an understatement. Goliath quickly buckled his knees, he had an erection.

"Having a pretty face doesn't mean you will always get what you want," the man in white said in her direction. He still wore his bored expression.

"You must be mistaken. "I wasn't asking," She walked toward him. Goliath felt scared of the woman. He didn't understand what was happening. Why wasn't the woman scared? He was unable to see him kill off a werewolf. That feat was impressive as he could perceive events that happened within 10^-4 of a millisecond. Yet, for him to be able to move so fast that he couldn't detect him. It meant this man was going at a speed so fast it would rival some of his comic book speedsters. This woman showed no fear; She walked toward him without a hint of fright on her face.

"The faster I am done with this," he sighed to himself. "The faster I can watch the next episode of Spy x Family." With that, he dashed from where he was.

Goliath and Michael were unable to understand what happened next. At one moment, they saw the woman and man walking towards each other. At the next moment, the man and the woman were high in the sky. They were exchanging hits. The man in white thrust his spear speedily in her direction, but the woman had no problem dodging his every strike. Goliath was amazed beyond words. The man in white whom he thought was badass and overpowered wasn't the one with the advantage in the fight. He was the one struggling to keep up with the woman. The woman made no move to attack him, all she did was dodge his every move.

The man in white jumped to the ground. He dropped to one knee. He was tired but he wore his boring expression. The woman landed a few feet away from him.

"There has been bad blood between humans and wolves for too long. That bad blood resulted in a war that lasted for several centuries. It has to come to an end. War is a disease, a destroyer that brings more harm than good. It's not worth it, my people seek peace. I have no desire for violence."

Goliath couldn't deny it, the sound of her voice was indeed pleasing to hear.

"That makes one of us," the man in white struggled to get to his feet. "I crave violence. It's what gets me up each day. It's what makes me wild, what drives me crazy." The look on his face had changed, it was no longer boring or lazy. He looked like someone who had taken several speed pills. He looked even crazier than Harley Quinn. "All through my life, I had always been the best at everything. I found bastards who were better than me but they either grew old or died before I could surpass them. My father died a few minutes ago. I was thinking of watching anime to avoid the sorrow, but you had to show it. You have no idea how excited I am. Nothing is more exhilarating than battling a formidable opponent!"

"While it's tempting to teach an insolent child the power of the leader of the Howlers pack. "I have pressing matters to attend to," Her eyes turned in Goliath's direction. Goliath's heart skipped a beat as his eyes met with hers. "We shall be seeing very soon. The handling of your abilities is poor. You have a lot to do before you can embrace the responsibility your shoulders must burden. I shall see you later."

With that, she disappeared. Goliath was unsure of what had happened. Did she simply vanish or had she just run away?

It was impossible to tell the state of someone who could perceive the events that took place within minuscule fractions of time.

Goliath turned in the direction where he had seen Michael. He was surprised. Michael was no longer there, he had vanished.

"Don't be surprised," the man in white spoke. He was looking in Goliath's direction. "If that woman wanted to kill me, she could have blitzed and slit my neck off or something. Her aim wasn't to kill me, it was to rescue the wolf who tried to kill you. I am surprised though."

"About what?"

"Why she said what she said when she turned at you? That's what my Dad said before he passed away. Many people expect great things from you, but you cannot perform."

"Ouch," Goliath wore a tiresome look. Great pep talk. "You should be a motivational speaker," he ended with a snicker.

"Don't you dare use sarcasm on me, boy! My father was supposed to kill you from that night he saw you. He didn't, he left my mother and I. He did that just to take care of you!"

"Is your father Reeves?"

"Don't insult my father by calling him by his last name. "His name is Steven!" There was a commanding tone to his voice.

Goliath fell to the ground, his worst fears had come to pass. He had prayed with all he was worth that his guardian wouldn't die.

"Are you saying my father is dead?"

"Stop calling him your father. You shape-shifting furred bastard! My father lost everything because of you. He lived as a pauper. You have no right!"

Goliath didn't know how to reply to what he said, but he could sense the pain behind his voice.

The man in white leaped from the ground. He landed beside Goliath, he stomped Goliath's head forcefully against the ground, making a miniature crater.

"Let me fill you in on one detail. I killed your father. He had been on the run from the agency for fifteen years. The agency is tasked with taking care of your irritating furred bastards. My father was a vicious killer with a kind heart. He couldn't leave a poor baby all by himself. Because of you, he abandoned his true family. He missed all my twenty-five birthday parties. You have no idea how painful it was when, each time there was a bring your parents to school day, I had no Dad to come with. Every time I had a basketball, soccer, or baseball game. There was no Dad around to cheer me on. You stole the man who was supposed to be my protector! I hate you! I should kill you where you lie!"

Goliath didn't pay his words any attention. He reached for his leg and grabbed it tightly. "If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it already."

"I wanted to vent my frustrations before I drove the blade of my spear into your fragile chest."

"If that's what you want, do it! The only one holding you back is you."

The man in white jumped backward. The bored expression on his face had returned. Goliath got to his feet; His body had healed from all the wounds he sustained. Unfortunately for him, his clothes had been ripped to shreds.

"You aren't the only one who had his share of parental problems. You had a capable mother. Be grateful for that. Many orphans don't have parents. Reeves made me visit every orphan establishment once in a while. He wanted me to understand the blessing of having a parent. He told me only idiots complain about the things they lack. He said a man must appreciate what he has."

"You had someone to learn that from. I had no one."

Goliath stood to his full height. He could no longer smell the stench from the man before him. He didn't know what that smell meant, but he had an idea. "The woman who appeared before me didn't have that stench. The man in white had that smell until recently; It just vanished. Smell can't disappear without a trace, it slowly diffuses in the atmosphere. The only way a stench would be completely eradicated was if the source was taken care of. The source couldn't be a physical object due to the process of diffusion. It had to be something simpler, it could only mean one thing..." Bloodlust!