never moon a werewolf chapter two

chapter two  
One year earlier  


It's so dark outside. So dark I cant even see my hand in front of my faces. Much less the forest around me. I’m running faster than I ever have before in my whole life. But I can’t shake the feeling that he’s still behind me, chasing me. I cant let him catch me, at least not until he’s calmed down. 
 
 But I’m way ahead I have the advantage. I’m young and he’s old and fat, so when you think about it should be no contest. But how come I can still hear his voice screaming? As if it’s right next to me.   
  
  
I keep running faster, and faster, the trees are becoming bluer, like when your in a car driving really fast and you look out the side windows even though they say not to do that or you’ll get car sick.  I keep telling myself if I don’t slow down I’m going to hit one of these trees but I cant slow down or stop. That’s the problem I have with running, I cant seem to stop when I really get started, I just keep going and going like the Engineer bunny. I run threw a spider wed and pray it wasn’t a black window spider. That's all I need right now, but I figured that the tree branches that rake across my faces as I run  will  take off any spider or bug that might have been there. More branches scratch my face but I manage to avoid the trunks of the trees.   
 
 
By now you’re probably wondering who I’m and why I’m ruining so I’ll fill you in.   
My name is Trooper, I’m a chinese American orphan boy. I love music, dogs and luckily running, which is good because as you can see I’m being chased through the woods.   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
Now that I’ve got your attention let me start at the beginning. I’ve been at the orphanages since I was three. I’ve had a few foster families in the past but I never get to stay long because (in my experiences) a lot of foster home are jerks … Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying every single foster home is full of   jerks, I do after all have some happy and even fond memoirs of some better foster homes. But  (scenes were being honest here) not a lot.  
 
My real friends have always been dogs. Whether they were a family pet , a  stray , a pedigree or a mutt for some reason or another dogs have  always seemed to love me more then people do. 
  That’s actually why I’m being chased right now, because I love dogs, and the people I work for don’t.  
  
I work at a SPCA. Well… work isn't the right word, work implies I get paid. I'm more of a volunteer, at least I used to be. I‘m no so sure I will still  have my job  when he catch me. You see… and this is really embracing to admit, I kind of….sort of …..Accidentally on purpose…. let all the dogs who were sentenced to be put to sleep tomorrow go.   
  
But its not like this was a spur of the moment idea. I actually did have a plan, well not a very well thought out plan, but still a plan.  
 
 I was trying to late the dogs go lose at the retirement home that's actually down the road from the SPCA were I was hopping lonely old people  would adopted them.  
 
That’s over wishful thinking I know, as if  the worlds that perfect and thing end happily Ever After like a Hallmark or Disney movie. I know from excepts life isn't that easy, but I also figured it was worth a try.  
 
 
 
They say owning a pet like a dog is a better way to lower your blood pressure and controlling stress for an old person.  I’m not so sure that’s true for dogs that tear things up like your slippers. But again I still figured it was worth a try.  
 
I'v been working at the SPCA  for a while now so they have given me a key to the doors and cages. So its not like I was breaking in the places, I'd like to think I was just liberating the dogs which is a word I learned in history class.  
  
But when I got inside there were to many dogs to hold on to and they made kind of a prison break for the door. I guess I shouldn’t have late  all the dogs out of there cages at ones, I should have late them out one at a time but they all just looked so sad and I cant stand to hear a dog whimper, for me it’s the sadist sound in the world.   
 
  
But after I'd late them all out they woke the night security guard, and when he went to see what was going on the dogs trampled him. It reminded me of a scene from that music video (who late the dogs out)only funnier.  When the night security guard got up, he was mad, and I do mean mad. But he couldn’t take it out on the dogs because they were all gone, but I was still around. That’s who’s chasing me threw the woods right now. The night security guard. I don't know his real name he just always said I was supposed to call him the Mr. security guard.  
 
 
I'm not sure how long he's been chasing me, I tend to lose track of time  when I'm running for my life.  
 
At lest my history teacher will be happy I learned something from class I'm using in real life. My history teacher always says she will give extra credit if we can put what we learned from class into real life, then she will give us a full extra latter grad.  Although I'm sure this isn't what she had in mind. I think when she explained what liberating meant it had more to do with George Washington liberating us from the British … or was it Abraham  Lincoln's , or John Hancock… No wait Hancock was never president. I cant think straight when I'm running.      
  
  
  
  
I only finally start to slow down when I get tired because that’s the only way I can stop. It’s even darker now, I cant even see the tree or any shadows. The moon must have gone behind the clods or something, or maybe I'm just about to black out.  
 
 I must be very deep in the woods, it feels like I ran the Kentucky Derby. I feel so tired now I can barely keep my eyes open like my legs are made of jello, because they wont stop shaking. I suddenly collapse, as if a two thousand pound weight was just dropped on my back. I cant  move, all I want to do now is go to sleep so badly  more than anything in the world. But… why can I still hear the security guard, right behind me, laughing. Even after all this time I’m still being chased!   
  
But how is that possible! The security guard so fat and slow, he got worn out and sweaty getting out of his chair to pick up his pen he drooped when he was doing the junior jumble once.   
  
How could he keep up with me? ... I have just enough strength to turn my head to look behind me. I pray he's not really there, that the laughing is in my head , I'm just being paranoid now. But he is there and  he’s getting out of his jeep....of course.  
 
I was so focused on running I didn’t even hear the jeep motor.  
 
 
I’m so tired now I don’t care, I know he’s going to yell at me, but I just want to get it over with. What was I thinking, running off like that, I just made things worse, and I should have just expected my punishment. What did I ever think running would get me any way? I would have to come back sooner or later. Where els would I go? The  security guard knows where I live. My social worker got me the volunteer job by explaining my sad background story to him.  
  
He comes closer, but he doesn’t look mad now, he has a straight face, what’s that in his hand? A stick, I’m having trouble keeping my eyes open more than before. Which doesn't matter now, I'm not running so I don't have to look out for trees. But I don't need to look the security guard in the faces to know he's smiling. He's never liked me long before I did this stupid, stupid thing. He's one of those people who doesn't trust foster kids, or maybe just doesn't like kids at all. He's been waiting for me to screw up for a while. Just so he could fire me.  
 
 
No wait. It’s not a stick he's holding it’s a Gun! A Big Gun! Is he going to threaten to shoot me? I’m in that much trouble?  
 
 
 
The security guard aims the gun right at my head. No shooting around me, or  threatening to just hit me in the arm or leg. If he shoots me in the head theres no going back.  I close my eyes and pray he’ll miss maybe just maybe because it’s so dark he won’t be able to see.  
 
Then I can just pretend to be dead. But what if he tries to take my pulse? 
 
But I don't think  he’s smart enough to know how to check for a pulse . But what do I know, I didn't think he would shoot me either or even try and follow  me in the woods. Stupid off road jeep that can drive anywhere. Stupid me for running so close to the dirt road. Why didn't I just run deeper into the woods were there are to many trees for even the best off road jeep to follow me?....  Oh right because I  was afraid id get lost in the woods and felt safer if I stayed closer to a road. Well I sure don't feel safe now.  
 
One clean shot and I got myself a nieces rugs. 
Or maybe ill make you into a coat to wear to the next Christmas  party.  
Wait what? O.k. The guard is shooting at me, that  I can  believe.  But making me into a coat? What was he a Silences of the Lambs villain? Or Cruella de Vil.  
 
  
 
 
 
Then I heard a low growl. At first it was only one low growl but then it got louder and was joined by another growl.  
 
Until it was a chorus of rumbling.  
 
 
I opened my eyes and saw the security guard  wasn't aiming his gun at me after all. He was aiming his gun behind me where the growling was coming from. The guard  looking around as he motioned for me to come closer. Was he trying to  protracted me? Or was he just trying to protracted   himself.  I didn't know but at this point I need any help I could get and help he could get.  
 
 
We were safer in groups, or at lest if the wolfs were hungry they would probably go to they guard as he look like a bigger meal. Not that I wanted the guard to get hurt anymore then he wanted to, it was just something that crossed my mind.  
 
  
  
Slowly  I  made my way toward the guard. The  guard was biting his lip at lest he didn't look mad at me anymore. I hop when this was over he didn't remember how we got here in the first places. But just as the security guard was about to pull the trigger in a warning shot toward the wolfs a grey arm of fur knocked the firearm from his grip.  Before the gun  even hit the ground  the guard took off leaving me alone with the wolfs.  
 
Just as I was wondering if the guard realized he had left me behind , and would come back for me when the guard  suddenly shouted out "eat the dumb chines  kid but leave me alone."  
 
 I can't say I  was all that surprised the guard was leaving him to die ,the faceted he hadn't taken of when he first saw the wolfs was s rupees enough.  We had not been friends after all and the guard had made it clear from day one he didn't like orphans so he didn't like me but it still hurt having anyone leave you behind. especially when your an orphan.  
 
 
The wolves were starting to close in on me , it's to dark to see them but I know there there. I can still hear them. There not growling anymore but I can hear them coming closer to me.  
 Oh great instead of getting shot I'm going to get mauled by wolves. That’s fair. I close my eyes I’m ... So tired, maybe if I fall asleep I wont feel anything. And what do you know I'm so tired from running I pass out when the wolfs get within three feet of me.