The Adopted Werewolf Reborn

Episode 2

I met Annabel for the first time

In despair, I said,

“I didn't kill anyone. I'm innocent you got the wrong guy.”

“What the heck are you talking about?” He asked.

It dawned on me, he wasn't talking about the news.

“Nothing, I just mistook you for someone else,” I replied.

“Whatever! Where the heck are you going without paying for the drinks?” He asked.

“Oh I'm so sorry, I was in a hurry, so I forgot.” I said, then dropped some cash on the table.

I sat down a little bit to hear Rebecca's response to the reporter's questions.

The news continued,

“Do you think Zack is angry or upset about the fact that he was adopted perhaps?” He asked.

“What? I didn't know he was adopted” she answered surprisingly.

“You mean, he never mentioned to you that he was adopted when he was very little?” He asked.

“No he didn’t” she replied.

Everyone in the coffee shop was watching and the news too.

Someone looked at me and said,

Hey, you must be the brother of the kid on the news, ain't you?

I quickly got up and left the coffee shop before anyone would recognize it was me. Continuing my journey, I was heading to another town. I heard sounds of men shouting and laughing. I heard a lady crying and begging in pain. So I made my way to the scene tracing where her voice was coming from.

“Hey! Leave her alone”, I shouted at the two grown men.

They refused to leave her alone. One of them stood laughing at her as his friend tormented her still.

“Turn around a**h**e!” He yelled at me.

She screamed in pain.

“Please help me”

He slammed her against a truck and slapped her.

I got closer to them,

“Listen to me! If you hit her, I'd make sure you never hit anyone ever again with your fist”

I was already becoming angry, and my fangs were coming out, but they couldn't see it because it was late in the night.

He drew out a huge iron rod having the shape of a baseball bat,

“Run kid!” He said, thinking it was going to scare me off.

I ran towards him. At this point, my claws were already out, my teeth out and head transformed. At a werewolf. He started shooting at me, but I was so fast, I could dodge the bullets. I rushed to him and landed on him with several punches. The other man tried to help him, but I tossed him into the truck behind him and cut both of them with my claws. She thanked me for saving her life.

I asked her,

“What is your name? Are you hurt?”

It took a little while for her to talk, she was wounded so badly.

“Annabel, I'm a little hurt, but I like it. Where's my purse?” she asked.

“Oh” I signed and started checking around the place she was attacked, before I turned to ask her the color of the bag, she left.

I met crazy Victor

I was frustrated with the way things were heading, so I felt like ending it all with suicide, because I had no one to teach me how to control these powers, then I met Crazy Victor.

I arrived at a bar, drinking beer as usual, trying to get drunk before ending it all.

“This is a pretty rough place to come to, doesn't it killer?” Victor asked.

“I have seen rougher” I answered.

“They say life is like an onion, the more you peel it the more you cry. Especially when you are afflicted, you know?” Victor explained.

I couldn't understand what he meant by that,

“What do you mean by 'afflicted?” I asked him.

He smiled and showed me his claws and fangs. That was when I knew he was like me.

“Holy sh**!, so you are just like me? I never thought anyone would be like me.” I was surprised he was like me.

“What do you mean, you never knew I was like you? You ought to have gotten some clue. As a werewolf we have the ability to sense the presence of others around us”, Victor said.

“Please, I need your help. I want you to teach me how I can get cured of this plague,” I said out of frustration.

“What do you mean to cure it? Why would you be looking for a way to stop this wonderful gift? Why do you want to be normal like these people here? There are a lot of people looking for ways to get this gift, and you want to cure it. Humans are weak, very weak,” he added.

“I can't control it and anytime I get angry, I can't stop myself from hurting people I love,” I replied.

“Why? You're not supposed to control it. You ought to be proud of this gift given to you. Did your parents ever teach you about them?” Victor asked, looking disappointed at my request.

“No, my parents never taught me anything about it. I guess they didn't know,” I told him.

“So you mean to tell me that you were adopted?” He asked.

“Yeah, that's right,” I replied.

He laughed at me.

“Oh men, I love to see those looks on your faces when you transform for the first time, the feeling is crazy. Well, none of my business, your real parents should live in the Beacon Hills, towards the old part of this town”, he told me.

“I thought for someone to become a werewolf, you had to be bitten by one. I can't remember being bitten. How then did I become one?” I asked, trying to find out how I became one.

“Well, if you are bitten by one you are not exactly a full-fledged werewolf, they are like adopted bastards. The real ones are born that way, just like you and me,” he explained.

"Come to think of it, why did you refer to me as a killer?"

I asked Victor.

Can you read minds?

I hope he doesn't know I am wanted for murder.

I kept on thinking about it.