TheWolf's Ramblings (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wolframblings) wrote,@ 2007-08-29 03:41:00 |
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Finding Control
The beating seemed to last forever. Every kick, every punch, it all hurt just as much as the first. Brad's body was battered and already bruising from the sever punishment, but he couldn't do anything to fight back. How could he? Didn't he deserve all of this?
"How could you?! You just abandon me? You look for Jeremie but you didn't come to find ME?!" Another swift kick caught Brad in the jaw and he flopped backwards, blood pouring from his mouth and a deep gash along his cheek. He looked up to the blurry figure above him. He could feel the rage seeping from every pour of his attacker. The betrayal that they felt.
"G...Geremy... Please... stop..." His plea was cut off as a large boot stomped down on his chest, knocking all of the air from his lungs. Brad didn't know how he was able to survive this beating. He just prayed for darkness to take him so he wouldn't have to feel the assault or the guilt from the words being thrown at him. He wasn't sure which actually hurt worse, but he wanted all of it to stop.
"You just leave me behind? And for what? HIM?!" He sees a blurry finger point and Brad turns his head to look. He gasps as he sees Tracy standing there. He reaches an arm out towards him, but the now teenage boy looks frightened and pulls away. A boot comes down on his hand and slams it into the ground. He can feel bones snapping and he yells loudly.
He feels two arms lift him up by his tattered shirt and he looks at the figure. A blurry form that looks like his father is holding him. "I see we didn't matter at all to you either. A knee slams into Brad's gut as he feels a fist from behind him digging into a kidney. "Your mother? Your brother and sister? Me? Where were you son? You let us down by not showing up! Do you know how disappointed we are of you?!"
His heart began to break like his bones were as he took the verbal abuse. "No... No! I.. I was going to... But, they turned me into a monster!"
Laughter erupted from his Geremy and Brad's father. "You were always a monster! You only hurt those around you. It's what you've always done, but now you just have the claws to make it obvious to all of those who are near you." They spoke in unison and Brad shook his head, blood dripping down his face and body.
"No... no, you're wrong..."
"You couldn't even save me." Brad's eyes went wide as he looked back towards Tracy. The young boy was still there, but standing next to him was Tracy as he was before he was reincarnated. At least, Brad thought that's who it was, the image was hard to make out and blurry in his eyes. "You could have stopped me Brad. You LET me die. You let them turn me into THAT!" He points to the young version of himself and the smaller Tracy cowers away from his older self.
"Leave me alone! I didn't let you die! I... I didn't know how to save you!" A fist from behind him slams into his head and the hands holding him up let him go. He crumples to the ground and coughs out blood. Geremy and his father move slowly over and the 3 blurry images surround Tracy. He looks at each of them, and Brady can see terror in his eyes.
"No... no! Leave him alone! C...come back over here... He's been through enough!" The blurry images look back at him. Wicked smiles clear on their face. The older Tracy raises a hand and swings for the boy. "Noooo!!"
The sound of the hand hitting young Tracy was deafening in Brad's ears. He felt something inside of him. A rage he was becoming all too familiar with. A wild, feral anger that was telling him to make those who hurt him pay. His body started to convulse as he felt the change taking over. They were laughing as one of the other images swung and struck at Tracy.
"Stop!!" It was barely a word. It sounded more like an animal's cry of pain. He reached towards Tracy though he was well out of reach and he notices his deformed hand. Dark fur started growing over it before his eyes and long wicked grey claws started to jut from his finger tips. His vision started to turn red as the anger and hatred started to consume him.
A sudden flash took over his senses. A vision. A brief glimpse from when Tracy woke from his reincarnation. The look in his eyes. The sudden lunge to cling to Brad. Holding Tracy close to him, feeling the terror in the young boy as he realized what almost happened to him.
As quick as the vision was there, it was gone. One thought went clearly through his mind, cutting through the haze of hatred and anger. "He needs you."
He felt his body move on it's own. He had no control of it. He lunged forward. Those laughing and striking at young Tracy not even turning to pay him any attention. A large clawed hand swung out and ripped into the flesh of one of Tracy's attackers. He fell to the ground in a bloody heap. There was nothing more than a blur of fangs and claws and then they were all dead. He turned, blood dripping from his muzzle as he looked down at young Tracy. The boy stood there, looking up to the giant werewolf before him. Brad could not take his eyes off the young boy, he knelt down to him. Blood was spattered across Tracy's face as their eyes stayed locked. All the rage in Brad was gone. He felt in total control while he stared into the boy's eyes.
The boy suddenly looked past Brad, his eyes opening wide in terror. As if Brad could see behind him, he saw the three bloody figures of those he thought he killed rise behind him and strike down at him with three gleaming silver daggers. The pain was unbelievable as they sunk into his flesh.
"Aaaah!!" Brad sat up in a hurry, almost throwing the young boy in his arms off of him. The others in the small makeshift camp woke at the yell.
"What the hell?" His alpha, Shawn looked to him startled at first. When everyone realized nothing was wrong he asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"I... I'm sorry. I just... I had some sort of nightmare." Brad looked down to Tracy who looked up to him with worry in his eyes. "I'm ok. I'm ok now."
Shawn shook his head and laid back down, along with the rest of the rag tag group. "Well, go back to sleep. These next few days are going to be a bitch."
Brad continued to look into Tracy's eyes, and slowly the worry in the young boy's face melted away and he smiled. A small hand reached up and rubbed at Brad's cheek. The touch slowed Brad's racing heart and he let out a heavy sigh.
"I'll protect you Tracy... Always. I promise." The boy nodded silently. Brad laid back down and put his arm around Tracy protectively. Tracy laid down and nestled himself snuggly against the larger man and soon, everyone was asleep again.
The beating seemed to last forever. Every kick, every punch, it all hurt just as much as the first. Brad's body was battered and already bruising from the sever punishment, but he couldn't do anything to fight back. How could he? Didn't he deserve all of this?
"How could you?! You just abandon me? You look for Jeremie but you didn't come to find ME?!" Another swift kick caught Brad in the jaw and he flopped backwards, blood pouring from his mouth and a deep gash along his cheek. He looked up to the blurry figure above him. He could feel the rage seeping from every pour of his attacker. The betrayal that they felt.
"G...Geremy... Please... stop..." His plea was cut off as a large boot stomped down on his chest, knocking all of the air from his lungs. Brad didn't know how he was able to survive this beating. He just prayed for darkness to take him so he wouldn't have to feel the assault or the guilt from the words being thrown at him. He wasn't sure which actually hurt worse, but he wanted all of it to stop.
"You just leave me behind? And for what? HIM?!" He sees a blurry finger point and Brad turns his head to look. He gasps as he sees Tracy standing there. He reaches an arm out towards him, but the now teenage boy looks frightened and pulls away. A boot comes down on his hand and slams it into the ground. He can feel bones snapping and he yells loudly.
He feels two arms lift him up by his tattered shirt and he looks at the figure. A blurry form that looks like his father is holding him. "I see we didn't matter at all to you either. A knee slams into Brad's gut as he feels a fist from behind him digging into a kidney. "Your mother? Your brother and sister? Me? Where were you son? You let us down by not showing up! Do you know how disappointed we are of you?!"
His heart began to break like his bones were as he took the verbal abuse. "No... No! I.. I was going to... But, they turned me into a monster!"
Laughter erupted from his Geremy and Brad's father. "You were always a monster! You only hurt those around you. It's what you've always done, but now you just have the claws to make it obvious to all of those who are near you." They spoke in unison and Brad shook his head, blood dripping down his face and body.
"No... no, you're wrong..."
"You couldn't even save me." Brad's eyes went wide as he looked back towards Tracy. The young boy was still there, but standing next to him was Tracy as he was before he was reincarnated. At least, Brad thought that's who it was, the image was hard to make out and blurry in his eyes. "You could have stopped me Brad. You LET me die. You let them turn me into THAT!" He points to the young version of himself and the smaller Tracy cowers away from his older self.
"Leave me alone! I didn't let you die! I... I didn't know how to save you!" A fist from behind him slams into his head and the hands holding him up let him go. He crumples to the ground and coughs out blood. Geremy and his father move slowly over and the 3 blurry images surround Tracy. He looks at each of them, and Brady can see terror in his eyes.
"No... no! Leave him alone! C...come back over here... He's been through enough!" The blurry images look back at him. Wicked smiles clear on their face. The older Tracy raises a hand and swings for the boy. "Noooo!!"
The sound of the hand hitting young Tracy was deafening in Brad's ears. He felt something inside of him. A rage he was becoming all too familiar with. A wild, feral anger that was telling him to make those who hurt him pay. His body started to convulse as he felt the change taking over. They were laughing as one of the other images swung and struck at Tracy.
"Stop!!" It was barely a word. It sounded more like an animal's cry of pain. He reached towards Tracy though he was well out of reach and he notices his deformed hand. Dark fur started growing over it before his eyes and long wicked grey claws started to jut from his finger tips. His vision started to turn red as the anger and hatred started to consume him.
A sudden flash took over his senses. A vision. A brief glimpse from when Tracy woke from his reincarnation. The look in his eyes. The sudden lunge to cling to Brad. Holding Tracy close to him, feeling the terror in the young boy as he realized what almost happened to him.
As quick as the vision was there, it was gone. One thought went clearly through his mind, cutting through the haze of hatred and anger. "He needs you."
He felt his body move on it's own. He had no control of it. He lunged forward. Those laughing and striking at young Tracy not even turning to pay him any attention. A large clawed hand swung out and ripped into the flesh of one of Tracy's attackers. He fell to the ground in a bloody heap. There was nothing more than a blur of fangs and claws and then they were all dead. He turned, blood dripping from his muzzle as he looked down at young Tracy. The boy stood there, looking up to the giant werewolf before him. Brad could not take his eyes off the young boy, he knelt down to him. Blood was spattered across Tracy's face as their eyes stayed locked. All the rage in Brad was gone. He felt in total control while he stared into the boy's eyes.
The boy suddenly looked past Brad, his eyes opening wide in terror. As if Brad could see behind him, he saw the three bloody figures of those he thought he killed rise behind him and strike down at him with three gleaming silver daggers. The pain was unbelievable as they sunk into his flesh.
"Aaaah!!" Brad sat up in a hurry, almost throwing the young boy in his arms off of him. The others in the small makeshift camp woke at the yell.
"What the hell?" His alpha, Shawn looked to him startled at first. When everyone realized nothing was wrong he asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"I... I'm sorry. I just... I had some sort of nightmare." Brad looked down to Tracy who looked up to him with worry in his eyes. "I'm ok. I'm ok now."
Shawn shook his head and laid back down, along with the rest of the rag tag group. "Well, go back to sleep. These next few days are going to be a bitch."
Brad continued to look into Tracy's eyes, and slowly the worry in the young boy's face melted away and he smiled. A small hand reached up and rubbed at Brad's cheek. The touch slowed Brad's racing heart and he let out a heavy sigh.
"I'll protect you Tracy... Always. I promise." The boy nodded silently. Brad laid back down and put his arm around Tracy protectively. Tracy laid down and nestled himself snuggly against the larger man and soon, everyone was asleep again.
