Wolven: The Beginning Chapter 2

Wolven: The beginning
Chapter 2

He approached soundlessly and hugged her from behind. He smiled and blushed slightly at the feeling of her against him, how perfetly she fit into his arms, her scent, of wild roses drove his mind crazy and his heart began to race. She smiled and blushed as well, she leaned back into his arms and closed her eyes, she liked moments like this, Derek was special to her, and he always would be. Right now, she felt at peace and wrapped her own arms around his own. She could his natural scent, and she loved it more then she could ever explain. The scent was indescribable, but she loved it none the less.

Derek released her and walked around her sitting on the back of the couch in the living room, using his hands to keep his balance as he looked over to her. "So, what are we going to do today?" Brooke smiled and walked past him into the the middle of the living rom, there were two couches and three lush chairs. Brooke's grace captured Derek's attention as she stepped over to one of the couches and sat down, the fabric sinking only slightly under her. Derek turned on the edge of the couch and slid into the seat next to Brooke.

She grinned and nibbled her lower lip, "I don't know what we can do, we could go down to the lake, go hang out in the steelyard, or just drive around." She smiled and leaned resting her head on Derek's shoulder. Derek thought for a moment, for some reason his dream was still occupying his mind, normally he was able to push it from his mind but now...

"Let's go down to the steelyard." Derek said softly as he layed his head onto hers. Brooke smiled and at up standing quickly nearly bouncing in excitement. "Awesome, let's get going!" Derek stood up a second later and smiled, "Alright, we'll take the bike, then we can take the path instead of the highway." He walked past her to the door, "Ready?" He asked, not turning to her. "Yep." she seemed to dance past him and out the door, her hair flying up and grazing across his cheek sending a cold shiver down his spine in enjoyment. Derek grabbed his keys, and followed the firey haired girl dancing on his front lawn.

The steelyard was an old steel mill long abandoned, Derek and his friends had found it while driving toward FireStar cliff. The saw it and thought it looked cool, so being the teenagers they were they went to investigate. They broke open the gate and ventured inside, and found it was actually a great place to hang out. Jumps to leap off of, vehicals to mess aorund with and old machines to check out, not to mention is was always empty. Sometimes it could be dangerous, but only sometimes.

All the times that they had gone, which was more then they could remember only two times did someone almost get hurt. Once, was when they were going across and old catwalk and a panel fell out from under Derek and into an old giant melting cauldron. Thankfully Derek had been able to grab a hold of the rail and keep himself from falling. The second time was when Derek’s friend Zack was with them. Zack was messing around with a machine and accidently turned it on, the machine is one that poured molten iron, but sadly, the old and rusted bolts and gears snapped, the pouring pot falling and nearly crushing Zack. He had been able to dive out of the way, his small and sinewy body slipping out from under it as it crashed into the floor where seconds ago he was standing.



Despite the occasional dangerous situations, they still loved coming to the old steelyard, it was their place, and they had made it their place. Nothing was going to change that. Derek walked to his bike, Brooke already on the back seat of the motorcycle; a 2008 Kawasaki Ninja 250R, Derek’s pride and joy, he fixed it himself, cleaned himself, tuned it up, everything. He loved his bike, and he knew it was going to take him far in his life. Derek hopped on and started the bike up, its engine purring like a relaxed lion on the hot planes of the savannah. Brooke’s arms wrapped around his waist tightly and he smiled. He liked the feel of her arms around him. Derek hit the gas and the bike took off, quickly gaining speed down the quiet pedestrian road.



Around half an hour later and Derek and Brooke had left their quiet town behind. Revving down the street, Derek’s eye caught the speedometer, 110, normally this would worry Derek, pushing his bike like this on what was now dirt roads, not to mention his friend on the back seat and they’re an hour long walk from the nearest gas station. Brooke looked up in amazement and concern, the sky had turned orange, a dark, filthy orange, at first she thought it was just the sun setting and she had lost track of time, but the sun was trailing them, still high in the sky. Derek noticed the sky as well, but he chose to ignore it for now and get to the steelyard. The bike sped down the dirt road, dust flaring up behind them in a giant cloud, further distorting the strange colored sky.



Nearly fifteen minutes later the bike began to slow as the steelyard came into sight; ten minutes ago all nature had stopped. Trees were gone; there was no grass, or the chirps of the birds. The steelyard had killed the land around it, and though dwelling on this thought caused sorrow in both Derek and Brooke’s hearts they couldn’t dwell on it for too long. They were heading to what they considered their second home. The bike slowed to a stop at the steelyard’s gate. They always relocked the gate to keep anyone else out besides themselves, but they knew where the key was.







Derek killed the bike and stood, stretching and rubbing his now numb rear. He approached the gate and reached down to one of the caps along the pipe that the lock was on. He popped off the cap and into his waiting hand fell the key. Derek smiled and popped the cap back on standing up and unlocking the gate. He dropped the key into his back pocket and he and Brooke walked inside leaving the gate ajar as they approached the main building, a giant steel structure with smoking towers and tracks where metal would be placed, the building was freckled with dirt and grimy windows, some even broken. Not really the best place to call home, but to Derek and his friends, it was just as good as the real thing.



Eyes watched the two teenagers approach the building, glowing red eyes watched through a grimed window, the one watching them smiled, and hints of light caught and reflected off the sharp fangs within it. The watcher’s ear twitched and he turned away; stepping over to a more open area he reached his hands outward his palms facing the ground as he grinned wider. His clawed hands were covered in thick black fur, just as the rest of his body. A thick tail twitched upward behind the man, or beast, His muzzle grinned wider in a clever smile. From his hands black smoke began swirling around them swirling and glowing with their own inner lights. From the smoke around his hands, three tendrils seeped downward and onto the ground pooling their in three small bunches as the smoke swirled. The smoke from his hands stopped ad the tree whirling pools flashed with light and from each, the smoke lifting and taking shape. The shapes of three thin, sinewy creatures, their heads wide and large ovals, their boneless bodies dangling in an unseen wind, long yellow nails protruded from their hands and their eyes were shimmering with dark red light. They had no lips, just what seemed to be interlocking jaws, snapping air tight in jagged triangle shaped teeth. They hovered above the ground and their bodies dangled slightly as the beast that brought them spoke, “Go, kill them both, but wait until they get inside the building. Do not them escape alive, they cannot be aloud to leave here alive.” The three creatures quivered and floated off their heads leading the way as their bodies dangled behind them in mid air the creatures flying through the air and into tight crevices of the buildings innards, seeking the best possible places to attack their prey.