Wolven: The beginning Chapter 1

Wolven: The Beginning
Chapter 1


The air had the chill of death's hand within it. His soft breaths could be seen as mist dancing through the air before dissapating into the giant circular chamber. His footsteps echoed across the great tower like room, the cold stone sounding off at each foot fall. The room's light was low, small fires in braziers spread across the entire chamber, their flames low, fighting to stay aflame in the cold air. His skin seemed to crawl as he looked at the massive thing in front of him. His bright blue eyes, peirced with shrapnel of green peered at the stone beast before him. Standing on two legs, was a statue of what could only be called a werewolf.

The statue's detail was impecible. Every sharp fang, every line in the torn stone pants it wore was magnificently detailed. The statue stood twenty feet tall solid stone with bright blue slits for eyes. The ligh seemed to seep mist, just as the the statues slightly ajar mouth. Thick frosted mist poured upward from it's mouth as it began to step forward, the stone clawed feet pressing to the tan stone tiled floor. He stepped back from the statue, fear in his eyes, the statue was going to kill him, he felt it, he knew that it was only a few more steps until his demise was upon him.

He tripped, falling to his back as he looked at the massive statue growin closer. His eyes went wide in panic, his body frozen in place as he starred at the staute growing closer. Finally the werewolf stood before hi, standing above him it stared down, mist still pouring from it's eyes that glistened brightly with a deep inner glow. The statue's foot rose, and that's all he saw now, as it drove downward, right onto his frozen body.

His eyes opened wide, sbove him, a familiar celing, his celing. He was in his room. He sat up, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat as he panted, each breath lingering in the air as a cool cloud of mist. He panted heavily, turning to look on his bedside table, the statue, the room, all a dream, the same dream he's been having for the past month. And every night, the staute grows closer and closer to killing him. On the table was his alarm clock, the alarm long broken, and a thermometer. The time on the clock read 11:30 A.M, the thrmometer read 35 degrees. He sighed and chuckled to himself as he wiped the thin layer of sweat from his arm. Even in his chilled room, just the way he liked it, he lways woke up sweating out of fear.

His name was Derek, a seventeen year old man who lived in Angola, Indiana. His straight dirty blonde hair reached just below his shoulders, his bright blue, flaked with green eyes looked around his heavily shaded room. He always kept his room dark, dark and cold, just the way he liked it. Derek always loved the cold, and his room was the coldest place in the house. Derek was a calm man, he had a car, and a motorcycle, he was doing well in school and was single. The last part he wasn't so happy about. Derek had an athletic body, standing 6' 4'' weighing 170 pounds.

He wung his legs out from his bed, standing in stretching his chest and back popped several times. He readjusted his boxers and grasped the pendent that lie on his chest, attatched to his necklace. A crystal, a bright blue crystal he's had for as long as he could remember. He groaned in slight discommfort from his aching muscles and stretched some more. It was Saturday, and it was November, that's about all he could remember at the moment.

A sudden knock at his door brought his mind back to the present. A familiar voice, muffled by the wood of the door called out, "Derek, Derek are you awake yet?" It was the voice of one of his best friends, Brooke. He looked around quickly and jumped back into bed covering his lower half with the blankets. "Uh...Yeah, yeah, come on in." Derek covered himself up more, he looked to the door as it opened slowly. Stepping in slowly was a sixteen year old girl. She had bright red hair down to her mid-back, dressed in a blue shirt and brown jeans, a small pendent dangling from her neck. She had bright green eyes and she had a graceful aura around her as she slowly stepped toward Derek's bed.

"I can't believe you were still sleeping, it's ridiculous." She spoke as she stepped to Derek's bed, stopping at it's edge. "Yeah...Sorry...Hey, what are you even doing here?" He replied, his eyes focusing on hers. "Well, I came over to hang out with you for the day. Since you were still sleeping your mom was nice enough to let me hang out until you woke up." Brooke put her hands on her hips and looked down at Derek. "Sorry again, I didn't sleep well..." Derek looked down at his bed. "You haven't slept well for the past month. You're starting to worry me Derek. That's why I cam to see you, we're going to spend all day together. So hurry up and get dressed." Brooke replied. "Alright, can you umm...Turn around? Or go out in the living room while I change?" Derek asked looking up. Brooke turned around and took several steps from Derek's bed to hide her blush. "Yeah, no problem." she slowly walked out of the room still blushing.

Derek blushed as well, he always liked Brooke, a lot, but they were best friends and they had known each other since they were little kids. He swung his legs out of the blankets and stood again, he slowly walked toward his closet and reached in to a hanger. He grasped the soft fabric of the shirt hanging lazily in his closet. He pulled it off, the slid it on, a black featureless shirt that hung loosely on his body. He grasped his jeans, dark blue with holes along the holes for his feet. He fastened his pants and turned to his bed, the blankets thrown about, the sheets darkened with sweat. Derek pulled his pendent from under his shirt and turned around again, stepping across his soft carpet slowly to his door and opned it, his first sight, the back side of Brooke, her long straight firery red hair swaying softly. He knew, this day, would be special, he just didn't know exactly how special it would truely be.