Saving Prototype 809

Chapter 1

And he is evil.

A shutter and a shake went threw my body.

The stranger stood up next to me and did something; he came back down next to me. "What’s your name?" his rough voice asks, I flinched at the edge of authority in his voice that was meant to come off as sweet. I shake my head, my body was about to split open with tears.

"I want you to listen very carefully to me," he ordered, I nodded fast before he could hurt me. I heard him sigh, "Lift up your arms," he tells me. I lift my arms up and I feel fabric slide over them and onto my body, shielding off the cold creeping feeling that crawled uneasily all over my skin. I felt myself being lifted off the ground in my haziness. I found myself putting a weak arm around his neck to help keep myself pressed up tight to his warm chest. Then the warm depths of the unknown sleep invited me in, and I faded into the darkness seeing only the yellow burning eyes.

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DEREK'S P.O.V

"I knew I saw somebody come threw here," Adam says motioning to the cluster of trees in front of us. I take a few silent steps towards the trees and look at the ground; I took in the broken spades of grass and unfamiliar intoxicating smell. A smell that made a subconscious part of mind want to find the person that it belonged to. I look at the path threw the grass and notice the staggering lines.

"Someone was here," I tell Adam looking back towards the evidence "and I think they’re hurt."

"Let’s go find them." Adam says eagerly jumping forward onto the path already made in front of us. I follow behind him; a slight wind blew across the woods and ruffles my hair. The smell we’re following was intriguing to me, it satisfies my senses. It feels equivalent to drugs, a substance that numbs my body into an unspoken haziness. The cells in my body buzz faster as the cool wind brought the scent by me again; I realize I crave the smell. Its stimulating aroma began to destroy me, a newfound drive of curiosity propelled me to find the smell and capture it. And keep it for myself.

"Does the scent smell good to you?" I ask Adam.

He turns to me and raised an eyebrow, "it smells like just another rouge wolf, for us to kill. That’s it bro." He says still looking at me confused. He walks next to me, as we follow the jagged path cut threw the deep forest that anybody hardly comes too. "Have you heard back from your dad yet?" Adam asks me breaking the peaceful woodland silence.

"Not since a few days ago, he said he was busy with something." I say solemnly.

"When’s he coming back home?"

I count the three weeks that it’s already been "five more weeks." I tell him after doing the math within a few quick seconds.

I push a prickly berry bush out of my way, "what’s it like to know all of this is yours?" he asks me motioning to all the woods around us.

I take in a sharp breath and gave him a weary smile, "its a lot more work than I thought." I admit.

Adam asks looking around a tree that had a piece of bark freshly scraped off. He touchs it tenderly where you could see a sliver of the wood behind the bark.

"This is still fresh." Adam states stepping back from the tree looking around, "she’s not too far ahead of us."

I step a few feet ahead of Adam and sniff the air and catch a whiff of the overwhelming smell, and felt myself being unwillingly pulled towards it. I step on a fallen tree branch and stop to listen ahead of me. Someone starts running carelessly threw the woods, I can hear the leaves crunching, the grass breaking, and the bark snapping off of trees.