The Complexity of Being Me

~ Chapter 2

"Hello, Blackwood," he spits in a British accent.

I feel an unexpected rage fill me.

Really? Twice in one day.

"You smell like dog," I spit back, wrinkling my nose.

His eyes flash yellow and a growl escapes his throat.

Stupid werewolf.

I flash my fangs at him. "What are you doing here?"

He pushes my shoulders deeper into the wall. "A few years ago, me and my family were just peacefully sitting in our living room and guess who shows up?"

A snarl rises in my throat. "Who?"

"Roman and Azai Blackwood." A snarl of his own escapes as he says the names of my father and brother. I can feel his nails dig deeper into my shoulders.

Anger fuels me. I shove him off of me and he goes flying back.

"Why are you telling me this?"

His accent curls around every word in his next sentence; "They killed my mother."

A pang of pity pierces through all the anger I am feeling. "I'm sorry."

"I know you are," he scowls

"I don't see how this involves me."

"Oh, it involves you very much," he snarls again as he inches toward me.

"How so?" I start to go out to the right.

"I need to avenge my mother."

We are circling each other slowly.

"How do you plan on doing so?" I ask, though I know what he's going to say.

"You," he smirks.

"Excuse me?" I demand.

"I'm going to kill you." His eyes glint a glorious yellow.

"You sound confident," I notice.

He smiles. "I am."

He starts to growl as he slowly hunches over into a pouncing position. As he gets lower, he starts to transform. I hear his bones pop out of place as they assemble into a wolf frame. He growls deeper as his skin turns brown, the same colored fur sprouting out of it. His nose lengthens to form a snout and a long tail grows out behind him. His sharp teeth glint in the flickering hallway light, his fur gleaming.

He turned into a full-grown werewolf in the middle of school. What an idiot.

Time to die, I hear him think.

He pounces at me with incredible speed, but I dodge it easily, seeing him think of doing so beforehand. As he flies past me, I punch the side of his muzzle and he goes flying into the wall. While he's trying to recover, I rush over to him, throwing punches into his side. When he tries to grab me, I dash to his other side, punching him there.

He howls in pain every time my hard fist collides with his body. I foresee another attempt at grabbing me, so I quickly adjust myself so that I'm in front of him. I uppercut with my left hand and it collides with his jaw. His head gets thrusted upward and he falls back. I make the mistake of disregarding one of his paws that is flying towards me. His claws scape my arm as he continues to fall back.

I glance at my arm and see blood trickling down it. With new rage, I grab the paw that swiped me and pull him through the air, slamming him on the ground. He whimpers in pain. I kick his torso and he slides forcefully into the wall. When he limply rises, I see he's made a dent in the metal lockers.