He realized, kinda', y he had pulled out the switch blade in the 1st place. maybe the hopi indian from his mother's sidehad taken over for his survival, and, add that 2 the african indian from his father's side. no one knows what tribe of indian that his father's mother was, partly because she died giving birth 2 him, leaving him 2 b rasied by his father. "maybe she knew what kind of monster he would become befor anyone else did." he said, half jokingly, 2 himself.
-one year later-
Detroit isn't all it's cracked up 2 b. well, at least, not this side of Detroit. busted windows, gun fights...stabbings and killings...gangs, gang fights...'is this REALLY where i'm supposed 2 b?' he thinks, walking into a store. he looks around...no clerk. 'thats weird.' he thinks.'i'm all out of monney, if i wanted 2, i could...NO, no, i'm NOT going 2 steal. well, if i HAVE 2...' a sudden banging behind the counter interupts his thoughts. he ran 2 the counter 2 c what was happening. when he got there, he saw only red blood splattered...EVERYWHERE. all the stuff behind the counter was covered, and he saw a flash of brown and black...fur? no, he didn't have time 2 think about that. the clerk was gone exept a blood-soaked, what used to b, a navy blue vest...and some bones that sparkled white in the dim light of the store. he shuttered and started backing away, scared. suddenly he bumped into something. he turned and looked up, shocked.
"i'm going 2 make sure this stays our little secret." came a deep growl from the shadows.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" James screams as a dark streak shot out of the shadow and everything goes black.
-that night-
"is it dead?"
"no, Tommy. Lance, why'd u have 2 attack the clerk!?"
"lets face it, there aren't that many animals, and there r not enoff 2 go around. i'm the only one with enoff guts 2 take on a man."
"he's not a MAN, he's a BOY!"
"look, he's waking up!"
James coughs and sits up, looking around. 7 people stood around him, staring at him. one of them looked older then the rest, and they were all guys.
"good, you're awake!" the youngest one, 7 years, James gest, pipped up. the oldest one looks at James.
"well, Tommy, it IS good that he's awake. oh, and, Lance, u only caused us more problems by attacking him." he sighs. "i'm Dray."
"i'm Tommy!" the youngest one pipes up.
"Lance." a 7-year-old snorts.
"i'm Devin." an 11-year-old smiles.
"Drake." the 16-year-old gives a half wave.
"Talbot." a 10-year-old looks at him.
"and i'm Doniven. u can call me Donny, every one else does."
"i'm...James. y am i here?"
Dray sighs. "long story short, you're a werewolf, kid."
"WHAT?!"
"yah, u c, when Lance here attacked u, he didn't kill u. since u lived, u became a werewolf." Dray explains. James gets wide-eyed.
"what do u mean? i feel fine! my head hurts and i'm alittle hungry, but i'm fine."
Lance shakes his head. "that's because there's no moon out tonight and u don't know how 2 transform at will...yet." James looks at him.
-one year later-
Detroit isn't all it's cracked up 2 b. well, at least, not this side of Detroit. busted windows, gun fights...stabbings and killings...gangs, gang fights...'is this REALLY where i'm supposed 2 b?' he thinks, walking into a store. he looks around...no clerk. 'thats weird.' he thinks.'i'm all out of monney, if i wanted 2, i could...NO, no, i'm NOT going 2 steal. well, if i HAVE 2...' a sudden banging behind the counter interupts his thoughts. he ran 2 the counter 2 c what was happening. when he got there, he saw only red blood splattered...EVERYWHERE. all the stuff behind the counter was covered, and he saw a flash of brown and black...fur? no, he didn't have time 2 think about that. the clerk was gone exept a blood-soaked, what used to b, a navy blue vest...and some bones that sparkled white in the dim light of the store. he shuttered and started backing away, scared. suddenly he bumped into something. he turned and looked up, shocked.
"i'm going 2 make sure this stays our little secret." came a deep growl from the shadows.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" James screams as a dark streak shot out of the shadow and everything goes black.
-that night-
"is it dead?"
"no, Tommy. Lance, why'd u have 2 attack the clerk!?"
"lets face it, there aren't that many animals, and there r not enoff 2 go around. i'm the only one with enoff guts 2 take on a man."
"he's not a MAN, he's a BOY!"
"look, he's waking up!"
James coughs and sits up, looking around. 7 people stood around him, staring at him. one of them looked older then the rest, and they were all guys.
"good, you're awake!" the youngest one, 7 years, James gest, pipped up. the oldest one looks at James.
"well, Tommy, it IS good that he's awake. oh, and, Lance, u only caused us more problems by attacking him." he sighs. "i'm Dray."
"i'm Tommy!" the youngest one pipes up.
"Lance." a 7-year-old snorts.
"i'm Devin." an 11-year-old smiles.
"Drake." the 16-year-old gives a half wave.
"Talbot." a 10-year-old looks at him.
"and i'm Doniven. u can call me Donny, every one else does."
"i'm...James. y am i here?"
Dray sighs. "long story short, you're a werewolf, kid."
"WHAT?!"
"yah, u c, when Lance here attacked u, he didn't kill u. since u lived, u became a werewolf." Dray explains. James gets wide-eyed.
"what do u mean? i feel fine! my head hurts and i'm alittle hungry, but i'm fine."
Lance shakes his head. "that's because there's no moon out tonight and u don't know how 2 transform at will...yet." James looks at him.
