Sep. 03, 2011 8:48 PM
I havent got a name for it yet. But heres the first chapter of my story: (please dont copy because i have proof its my idea and i wrote it first, including back up from a publisher, thank you)
There Blackened Fur Burned in my mind. The red eyes. The white fangs. Demons behind them pointing weapons at us.
The full moon witnessed the scene, and so did I, a month old pup of the pack of the pine forest. The fierce creatures tore into my family. My father, the alpha, bravely led the pack into battle, taking out a creature with the first claw and fang. The full moon reflecting off his deep blue eyes. His black and grey coat staining with the blood of his enemies. The pack was not afraid when they were fighting with him. Clawing and biting, they inflicted great damage upon the creatures. They snarled at the opponents ferociously. They fought the enemy together, they would defend each other and do anything to keep another member safe, but we were greatly out numbered.
The demons weapons fired with great accuracy. With one thundering bang a wolf would fall and never get back up. We couldn't stop it. There weren’t enough of us to take out all the demons. They battled for there lives, they had no choice. We were attacked out of the blue, no escaping, no getting away. We had one option, yet it led us to our deaths. One towered over me; I whimpered as the evil demon staring down at me, the only thing I saw was something with hatred in its eyes, something that came up from hell itself to bring pain and destruction. I backed into a tree, my ears flattened with my tail between my legs, I could go no farther.
I could see inside the weapon as with no pity, he took his aim. Before I heard a loud shot, the betas of the pack pounced at the monster; it was pushed to the floor. As its weapon fell, it made a loud bang, but it only made a dent into a tree, it took to two finish him, they both looked at me quickly and dashed off, taking down another demon with its creature almost instantly. The demon lay still and silent. Something wet and red was coming from the wounds the betas made. I looked in awe. Time slowed. The sight, the sound. I could hear it all, the thunder of the ground as the wolves charged on dried grass, the crunch as they snapped there enemies bones. The flutter of the fur, splutter of blood.
I looked round, wolves collapsing all around me, exhaustion or pain causing them to give up. The pack was weakening. Pups shut away in mesh boxes, pining, crying for help. A sight of devastation, as if we were in hell itself, flames burning down our forest, surrounding us. I was going to be next.
Before anyone noticed I was still free my mother, alpha of the pack, grabbed me but the scruff, taking me far from the battle. She took me to a small rock formation deep in the heart of a forest.
I still remember her last words.
'Stay here till morning, you’ll be alright' she whispered, before vanishing back the way we came. The smoky black coat shimmering over the hill. I wished she could have stayed with me.
I heard loud bangs and viscous growls carrying on into the night. It started to rain. A storm had started, the lightning and thunder made it impossible to focus on the fight. I was glad. I never wanted to believe what had happened, and I certainly didn't want evidence of it. I cowered into the rock as far as I could. I waited for hours, hoping my mother would come back for me. I knew it wasn’t a possibility. She would give her life for the pack, and I knew she would have to. My ears pricked. I heard something worrying. The yelp of a wolf. The kind of yelp that would mean it was beaten; it was the end of it. I knew the call of the wolf to. My father. The battle was done, the other wolves would just accept there fate with him dead. No one would fight back. I could never hope of a wolf surviving anymore. Not even an omega. With the monsters, no-one else apart from me could of got away, my mother only managed because through the heat of the battle, the demons and there creatures would focus on there attackers. Why was my pack chosen to suffer? Why do I have to be the last Survivor? I didn’t choose this.
I stared up at the moon, through the noise of the thundering clouds and the heavy rain that marked the sorrow of the lost lives of the battle, retracing every part of it. I looked down at my paw, I was injured. The scar that would lie there through my life would be a symbol, marking my near death with hell itself. This would set my fate for the future. And the past? That wouldn’t matter anymore. As far as any one was concerned, it never existed for me. I would have to survive alone. The dangers that I would face. The friends I would make. The battles I would fight, it will all lead up to one moment in my life. The one where I would have to face my past and strike fear into death itself.
There Blackened Fur Burned in my mind. The red eyes. The white fangs. Demons behind them pointing weapons at us.
The full moon witnessed the scene, and so did I, a month old pup of the pack of the pine forest. The fierce creatures tore into my family. My father, the alpha, bravely led the pack into battle, taking out a creature with the first claw and fang. The full moon reflecting off his deep blue eyes. His black and grey coat staining with the blood of his enemies. The pack was not afraid when they were fighting with him. Clawing and biting, they inflicted great damage upon the creatures. They snarled at the opponents ferociously. They fought the enemy together, they would defend each other and do anything to keep another member safe, but we were greatly out numbered.
The demons weapons fired with great accuracy. With one thundering bang a wolf would fall and never get back up. We couldn't stop it. There weren’t enough of us to take out all the demons. They battled for there lives, they had no choice. We were attacked out of the blue, no escaping, no getting away. We had one option, yet it led us to our deaths. One towered over me; I whimpered as the evil demon staring down at me, the only thing I saw was something with hatred in its eyes, something that came up from hell itself to bring pain and destruction. I backed into a tree, my ears flattened with my tail between my legs, I could go no farther.
I could see inside the weapon as with no pity, he took his aim. Before I heard a loud shot, the betas of the pack pounced at the monster; it was pushed to the floor. As its weapon fell, it made a loud bang, but it only made a dent into a tree, it took to two finish him, they both looked at me quickly and dashed off, taking down another demon with its creature almost instantly. The demon lay still and silent. Something wet and red was coming from the wounds the betas made. I looked in awe. Time slowed. The sight, the sound. I could hear it all, the thunder of the ground as the wolves charged on dried grass, the crunch as they snapped there enemies bones. The flutter of the fur, splutter of blood.
I looked round, wolves collapsing all around me, exhaustion or pain causing them to give up. The pack was weakening. Pups shut away in mesh boxes, pining, crying for help. A sight of devastation, as if we were in hell itself, flames burning down our forest, surrounding us. I was going to be next.
Before anyone noticed I was still free my mother, alpha of the pack, grabbed me but the scruff, taking me far from the battle. She took me to a small rock formation deep in the heart of a forest.
I still remember her last words.
'Stay here till morning, you’ll be alright' she whispered, before vanishing back the way we came. The smoky black coat shimmering over the hill. I wished she could have stayed with me.
I heard loud bangs and viscous growls carrying on into the night. It started to rain. A storm had started, the lightning and thunder made it impossible to focus on the fight. I was glad. I never wanted to believe what had happened, and I certainly didn't want evidence of it. I cowered into the rock as far as I could. I waited for hours, hoping my mother would come back for me. I knew it wasn’t a possibility. She would give her life for the pack, and I knew she would have to. My ears pricked. I heard something worrying. The yelp of a wolf. The kind of yelp that would mean it was beaten; it was the end of it. I knew the call of the wolf to. My father. The battle was done, the other wolves would just accept there fate with him dead. No one would fight back. I could never hope of a wolf surviving anymore. Not even an omega. With the monsters, no-one else apart from me could of got away, my mother only managed because through the heat of the battle, the demons and there creatures would focus on there attackers. Why was my pack chosen to suffer? Why do I have to be the last Survivor? I didn’t choose this.
I stared up at the moon, through the noise of the thundering clouds and the heavy rain that marked the sorrow of the lost lives of the battle, retracing every part of it. I looked down at my paw, I was injured. The scar that would lie there through my life would be a symbol, marking my near death with hell itself. This would set my fate for the future. And the past? That wouldn’t matter anymore. As far as any one was concerned, it never existed for me. I would have to survive alone. The dangers that I would face. The friends I would make. The battles I would fight, it will all lead up to one moment in my life. The one where I would have to face my past and strike fear into death itself.
