Lykos Monologue
"Shit!" I swore aloud when I found myself on the ground after tripping over a small rock. Hey Aleron, long time no see huh? A voice remarked in my head which I recognised as Lykos, of all the times in the world it had to be him. Actually, I'm not even sure what gender these stupid voices are but I really don't care. I regained my composition and hid behind a tree when I heard voices getting louder by the second.
"Guys, I think he's here." I sweat-dropped as I watched them all get worked up for me, when I'm not hurt. Well, not physically, mentally sure. What the hell should I do? Seriously, I can't just come out of this tree with no bruises/scratches/ anything! Maybe you could dirty your fur Lykos started in my mind with Emeric joining in after, rip your hoodie to make it seem like you were attacked and then you could use the blood from the floor and splash it on yourself. How is it that, whenever the …show more content…
situation isn't important they try to kill each other, but when it is they are all hugs and kisses with each other? That's because angels and demons hate each other. And you're a bit of both so...yeah. Oh, right.
"Did you hear that?" Munk, they're getting closer. For a minute I thought you were gonna swear...Do you want me to? No, why would- Shut up! I'm trying to think! Sorry boss. Whatever. Erm...where is that pile of blood? To the right. Oh, okay. I unsheathed my claws and clawed my hoodie, and then I added some blood on it to make it look like I was attacked. Nice job. I then added some blood to my lip- and yes it was disgusting- to make it look like whatever 'attacked' me had did it very good. (Thank goodness I'm a good actor!). I stumbled out of the tree with blood leaking out of my lip, and my hoodie torn in pieces. The minute they looked at me, they gasped and immediately went to my aid. Thankfully, the markings on my paws disappeared once the geniuses looked at it so it signals that I'm in the clear. For now.
So here I am, with Theodore who looked like he's about to cry along with Eleanor; Simon and Jeanette who were carefully observing my bruises and cuts, while sharing few worried glances to each other; then there's Brittany who's comforting me by whispering some soothing words in my ear while looking angry, pissed and heartbroken. Sometimes I wish I couldn't read other peoples emotions, and yes, I feel bad now but they can't know. It's easier to lie to them than have them killed.
"Guys- I'm fine, the stupid thing ran away after I defeated it with my awesome looks and skill!" I said to them, moving around in circles, straight lines and diagonal lines to prove my point. "But if you guys really would wanna help me, get that stupid cat arrested!" They all laughed at my remark and I smiled sincerely, there's no way they're suspecting a thing.
"Alvin, you can't arrest a cat, nor sue it." Simon corrected me and I rolled my eyes because of two reasons: my two sides bickering and to keep up my act. Mostly the stupid fighting, are me and Britt like that when we fight? Yes you guys are. Shut up you goody-two-shoes! And...never thought I would ever say this but nice acting Aleron. I agree, that was very nice acting, I'm sure that they don't suspect a thing. Duh! He just said that! I was just- Shut up or I won't talk to you ever again. Good luck with that. What it said.
"Buzzkill." I muttered, which received me a glare from him and a few chuckles from the others. He sighed and eventually joined in the laughter with the others and then they all led me back to Dave's house- or our house- for further tests on me because he still wasn't sure about the attack which I responded positive and healthy for everything. Lucky me, note the sarcasm. It hurt but apparently that was normal.
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Three weeks later I find myself near these parts of the woods -there's a forest behind our school...yes, I know it's creepy- again after a big fight with Simon. Actually, big's an understatement but I'm not going to go in detail about it. Let's just say there was a lot of glaring, growling and screaming which ended with me storming out of the house muttering swear words. And the worst part of it is that it wasn't my fault, or me at all!
Why do you even bother Aleron? I mean, they have no respect for you at all, why bother to protect them? Emeric questioned me and before I could reply, my angel side retorted. It's because he's more humane than you ever were. That's what I'm afraid of... You're a monster Emeric and I'm grateful I have someone more sensible than you on my side. Oh, who is it then? I wish you were in the mind of the founders instead of this soul. And I wish that you were never here.
I groaned and gripped my hair tightly as they kept on bickering, why can't they stop just for ONCE?! My ears perked up as I heard a slight movement behind me and my eyes widened in horror. Now, normally, I wouldn't be afraid of anything sneaking up behind me and trying to scare me but this situation is different: I can sense their emotions and they were not good at all. Their emotions were hate, greed and want which means only one thing: one of the founders 'minions' were behind me; wanting to capture me.
I made no sudden movements to trick them into thinking that I hadn't sensed them, and it worked as in no more than a minute something lunged to my waist, clawing, hitting, killing the fabric of my new hoodie that I got three weeks ago. I smirked at it's stupid attempts to kill me, or at least knock me unconscious. I grabbed the back of it's neck and examined how it looked, because if it was a toddler then maybe it'll do more talking.
It looked like a baby Theophanous because even though it had a head of a crocodile, its wings haven't sprouted from its back. Also because, at the end of the mouth it hadn't grown axe-like horns on either side of the mouth. Its eyes haven't changed to a jet black as it still is a deep shade of brown but there was no fur on the thing, which was normal, but it already had grown an blue lion mane near the head. Horns have grown on its backside but there was very little of it as it resembles stubble, weird, weird stubble.
It whimpered in fear as my eyes pierced through its soul and I pretended that I didn't hear it. "Who are you working for?" I hissed at them, my voice coming off as demonic and unusual. It didn't answer but I don't blame it, not everyday you almost get killed by a supernatural beast. "I will repeat that, who are you working for?" This time my voice went even lower and I tightened my grip on its neck to show I'm not messing. It started to hyperventilate and it looked like it was going to speak so I loosened my grip, just enough to let it talk.
"E-Emyrs..." It struggled out and I growled in frustration, of course it had to be that idiot! Before I ranted about how I hate them with a burning passion, Lykos interrupted my thoughts, Erm...boss. You might want to, y'know let him go or he'll die? That statement came more like a question but I chose to follow the right way and let him go.
It's eyes swelled up in tears and I immediately felt remorse for my actions, dammit, he was only a child!
And... I almost did the same thing he did to me before. I closed my eyes in annoyance towards my self and random guilt towards the creature. I gave it my whole chocolate bar that I managed to sneak in my hoodie and my pocket -don't ask how- and it munched on it first hesitantly but then more gleefully. I laughed as it scurried off, it'll take a whole year for it to finish that because it's WAY smaller than me, but then I remembered why I was angry in the first place and I balled my paws into fists. You are really bi-polar aren't ya?
I ignored that stupid comment from him and growled lowly. Emyrs, of all the founders I had to deal with first it just had to be the one that I loathed (almost) the most but the one that was one of the strongest. The strongest one was called Alaric but he prefers to be called Crius or Banquo and he was the one I hated the most with a burning passion. Why couldn't it be Melanthos or Theron, they were at least mortal and easier to
beat!
My paws started glowing a crimson red and my eyes turned blood red as I thought of that bastard Alaric. He was one of the reasons that Orachale died, he was one of the reasons I was filled with so much hate but he is also the reason why I'm the most powerful being on this universe. If only I didn't go to that room when I was younger; if only I wasn't destined for this; if only I saved her in time but I didn't and here I am, all alone in this world as I am the last of the species that are actually good and with unknown powers that I have no control of.
Oh, what I'd give to be normal.
"Guys, I think he's here." I sweat-dropped as I watched them all get worked up for me, when I'm not hurt. Well, not physically, mentally sure. What the hell should I do? Seriously, I can't just come out of this tree with no bruises/scratches/ anything! Maybe you could dirty your fur Lykos started in my mind with Emeric joining in after, rip your hoodie to make it seem like you were attacked and then you could use the blood from the floor and splash it on yourself. How is it that, whenever the …show more content…
situation isn't important they try to kill each other, but when it is they are all hugs and kisses with each other? That's because angels and demons hate each other. And you're a bit of both so...yeah. Oh, right.
"Did you hear that?" Munk, they're getting closer. For a minute I thought you were gonna swear...Do you want me to? No, why would- Shut up! I'm trying to think! Sorry boss. Whatever. Erm...where is that pile of blood? To the right. Oh, okay. I unsheathed my claws and clawed my hoodie, and then I added some blood on it to make it look like I was attacked. Nice job. I then added some blood to my lip- and yes it was disgusting- to make it look like whatever 'attacked' me had did it very good. (Thank goodness I'm a good actor!). I stumbled out of the tree with blood leaking out of my lip, and my hoodie torn in pieces. The minute they looked at me, they gasped and immediately went to my aid. Thankfully, the markings on my paws disappeared once the geniuses looked at it so it signals that I'm in the clear. For now.
So here I am, with Theodore who looked like he's about to cry along with Eleanor; Simon and Jeanette who were carefully observing my bruises and cuts, while sharing few worried glances to each other; then there's Brittany who's comforting me by whispering some soothing words in my ear while looking angry, pissed and heartbroken. Sometimes I wish I couldn't read other peoples emotions, and yes, I feel bad now but they can't know. It's easier to lie to them than have them killed.
"Guys- I'm fine, the stupid thing ran away after I defeated it with my awesome looks and skill!" I said to them, moving around in circles, straight lines and diagonal lines to prove my point. "But if you guys really would wanna help me, get that stupid cat arrested!" They all laughed at my remark and I smiled sincerely, there's no way they're suspecting a thing.
"Alvin, you can't arrest a cat, nor sue it." Simon corrected me and I rolled my eyes because of two reasons: my two sides bickering and to keep up my act. Mostly the stupid fighting, are me and Britt like that when we fight? Yes you guys are. Shut up you goody-two-shoes! And...never thought I would ever say this but nice acting Aleron. I agree, that was very nice acting, I'm sure that they don't suspect a thing. Duh! He just said that! I was just- Shut up or I won't talk to you ever again. Good luck with that. What it said.
"Buzzkill." I muttered, which received me a glare from him and a few chuckles from the others. He sighed and eventually joined in the laughter with the others and then they all led me back to Dave's house- or our house- for further tests on me because he still wasn't sure about the attack which I responded positive and healthy for everything. Lucky me, note the sarcasm. It hurt but apparently that was normal.
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Three weeks later I find myself near these parts of the woods -there's a forest behind our school...yes, I know it's creepy- again after a big fight with Simon. Actually, big's an understatement but I'm not going to go in detail about it. Let's just say there was a lot of glaring, growling and screaming which ended with me storming out of the house muttering swear words. And the worst part of it is that it wasn't my fault, or me at all!
Why do you even bother Aleron? I mean, they have no respect for you at all, why bother to protect them? Emeric questioned me and before I could reply, my angel side retorted. It's because he's more humane than you ever were. That's what I'm afraid of... You're a monster Emeric and I'm grateful I have someone more sensible than you on my side. Oh, who is it then? I wish you were in the mind of the founders instead of this soul. And I wish that you were never here.
I groaned and gripped my hair tightly as they kept on bickering, why can't they stop just for ONCE?! My ears perked up as I heard a slight movement behind me and my eyes widened in horror. Now, normally, I wouldn't be afraid of anything sneaking up behind me and trying to scare me but this situation is different: I can sense their emotions and they were not good at all. Their emotions were hate, greed and want which means only one thing: one of the founders 'minions' were behind me; wanting to capture me.
I made no sudden movements to trick them into thinking that I hadn't sensed them, and it worked as in no more than a minute something lunged to my waist, clawing, hitting, killing the fabric of my new hoodie that I got three weeks ago. I smirked at it's stupid attempts to kill me, or at least knock me unconscious. I grabbed the back of it's neck and examined how it looked, because if it was a toddler then maybe it'll do more talking.
It looked like a baby Theophanous because even though it had a head of a crocodile, its wings haven't sprouted from its back. Also because, at the end of the mouth it hadn't grown axe-like horns on either side of the mouth. Its eyes haven't changed to a jet black as it still is a deep shade of brown but there was no fur on the thing, which was normal, but it already had grown an blue lion mane near the head. Horns have grown on its backside but there was very little of it as it resembles stubble, weird, weird stubble.
It whimpered in fear as my eyes pierced through its soul and I pretended that I didn't hear it. "Who are you working for?" I hissed at them, my voice coming off as demonic and unusual. It didn't answer but I don't blame it, not everyday you almost get killed by a supernatural beast. "I will repeat that, who are you working for?" This time my voice went even lower and I tightened my grip on its neck to show I'm not messing. It started to hyperventilate and it looked like it was going to speak so I loosened my grip, just enough to let it talk.
"E-Emyrs..." It struggled out and I growled in frustration, of course it had to be that idiot! Before I ranted about how I hate them with a burning passion, Lykos interrupted my thoughts, Erm...boss. You might want to, y'know let him go or he'll die? That statement came more like a question but I chose to follow the right way and let him go.
It's eyes swelled up in tears and I immediately felt remorse for my actions, dammit, he was only a child!
And... I almost did the same thing he did to me before. I closed my eyes in annoyance towards my self and random guilt towards the creature. I gave it my whole chocolate bar that I managed to sneak in my hoodie and my pocket -don't ask how- and it munched on it first hesitantly but then more gleefully. I laughed as it scurried off, it'll take a whole year for it to finish that because it's WAY smaller than me, but then I remembered why I was angry in the first place and I balled my paws into fists. You are really bi-polar aren't ya?
I ignored that stupid comment from him and growled lowly. Emyrs, of all the founders I had to deal with first it just had to be the one that I loathed (almost) the most but the one that was one of the strongest. The strongest one was called Alaric but he prefers to be called Crius or Banquo and he was the one I hated the most with a burning passion. Why couldn't it be Melanthos or Theron, they were at least mortal and easier to
beat!
My paws started glowing a crimson red and my eyes turned blood red as I thought of that bastard Alaric. He was one of the reasons that Orachale died, he was one of the reasons I was filled with so much hate but he is also the reason why I'm the most powerful being on this universe. If only I didn't go to that room when I was younger; if only I wasn't destined for this; if only I saved her in time but I didn't and here I am, all alone in this world as I am the last of the species that are actually good and with unknown powers that I have no control of.
Oh, what I'd give to be normal.