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Heat Wave 2

*Shawn*

I won. I finally beat Drake. After a year of constant defeats, I backed the hybrid into a corner he could not get out of so easily. I didn't know victory would feel this good. To be honest, the high I had at the moment was better than any drug.

The sound of yelling could be heard from across the hall. I listened as I kicked back in bed with my paws behind my head wearing a look of gratitude. Two voices shot through the house. One of those voices belong to my dad and the other, a little more fragile, was my foster brother's, Tyran. It felt good not being on the other side for once, seeing how most of my parents yelling was directed toward me.

A month passed since I told my parents about Drake and Tyran's disgusting relationship. Almost every day was full of Tyran and our parents arguing. Tyran was never disrespectful to our parents. He was quite and obedient, compared to my wild and rebellious nature. Nowadays, every time him and my parents were in a room together, words flew; attitudes clash.

Today's topic of choice was why Tyran was not able to see a movie with one of his friends from school. My parents thought he tried to sneak out to see Drake, so they locked Tyran in his room. He was a prisoner in his own home until he's shipped to military school. I won't lie, it felt great seeing all of this happen to someone else for a change.

The sound of a door slamming echoed throughout the house. I jumped out of bed and ran across the hall to Tyran's room. I walked in without knocking to find Tyran in bed holding his knees tight against his chest. His eyes showed so much sorrow; so much hurt. He looked pathetic.

"Hey little faggot."

Tyran slowly raised his head. There was no sign of him defending himself. He just sat there and took it.

"Really? You're not going to fight back? This isn't any fun if you won't defend yourself."

He looked at me with a soulless glare. Dark spots shaded beneath his eyes. If I didn't know any better, I'd assume my foster brother had been crying.

"Fine," I said as I waved a paw. "I'll leave you to your crying."

I turned around to leave his room.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice spoke.

"I hate you."

I turned back around to find Tyran looking at me with a more intense gaze than earlier.

"That's not a nice thing to say to your brother." I teased.

"You are not my brother. You never was and never will be." Tyran pushed himself to the foot of his bed, never releasing eye contact. "Since the very first day I moved here you have hated me. I didn't give you a reason and always wandered what the fuck did I do to offend you!"

I shrugged. "You didn't do anything? That's funny, because life was so much better before you arrived. Mom and dad use to shower me with love, like I was the only thing that mattered to them. Then you come along. The new toy to raise and take care of while their old son sat in the shadows. It's about time they saw you for what you truly are. A disappointing faggot."

Tyran burst up from his position and stood in front of me, his paws rolled tightly into a fist. My foster brother has never taken a swing at me, but this time seemed different from any other. He took a deep breath before his body relaxed and the fist slowly unleashed itself. Out of nowhere, Tyran's mood completely changed.

"You know what?" Tyran sighed. "You're not worth it. You and I are suppose to be brothers, but instead, you seem to want this family to yourself. That's fine. You can have it. Mom, dad, the grandparents.... All of it! The family is yours, because I after the shit you all have put me through, I don't have a family anymore. I use to want love... now the only thing that's going to get me through the next few months is my hatred for you.

Tyran closed his eyes and looked down. The most content smile spread over his face as if he was in total bliss.

"Get out of my room."

He took a step towards me. I took two steps back, pushing myself out of Tyran's bedroom. He looked me in the eyes with no sight of any emotions in his pupils. They were lifeless. They reminded me of how Drake would look during Freshmen Year. Soulless. Primal.

Tyran slammed the door, his eye contact only being broken by a piece of wood. My paws started to shake. I was scared. The look on his face was serious; I had never witness the little lion like this.

I turned around and returned to my room. I sat at a desk with my laptop on it, opened the laptop, and began browsing the Internet. Tyran's face was stuck in my head as I scanned over Facepage, looking over my very limited friend list. Making friends in high school was harder than movies portray. Middle school seemed easier. Everyone had fun. I miss those days when I didn't have to worry about being liked and could be myself.

Freshmen Year was suppose to be my starting point. All I wanted was to find a place to call home. I never had that. Life robbed me of the opportunity to feel safe, even at the most important moments, like as an infant.

Most are born in a hospital, delivered by a doctor, held by their mother, and go off to a loving home. Well, I guess two out of four isn't bad. Shortly after I was born, my mother left. The nurse went to check on her after I was safely placed in the incubator only to find the bitch pulled a Harry Potter and vanished. She did not even wait for her body to heal!

After I finished checking Facepage, next came all of the other forms of communication. I started with sms. I didn't get many text -nothing outside drug exchanges. Unfortunately, none of my connects had text back. I checked my email next. There were not many emails during the summer. I used it for school, after all.

Somehow I managed to circle back to Facepage, stalking profiles. There was nothing else to do. Not like I had an ample amount of friends to hangout with me. Loneliness was starting to feel second nature. I may have ruined Tyran's life, but it did not fix anything inside of me. To be honest, I took great pleasure from having company in this miserable pit we call life.

As I scrolled down a random profile, the notification icon glowed showing I received a message. I quickly opened it, thirsty for interaction.

Once opened, the name Britany popped up.

Necross

I was two weeks into my Diablo Apostle's membership. It was worth every penny. The gym was great. The atmosphere alone kept me on my toes. A lot of tough fighters trained here, but out of all of them, a guy who goes by Drake was by far my favorite sparring partner.

Drake is a wolf/tiger hybrid who has a background in boxing. Him and I were the newest addition to Diablo Apostle's, but that didn't effect our placement. Drake was a pure boxer, but he grasped kickboxing, muy thai, and jiu jitsu with ease. There was something different about the hybrid. He was dedicated and strong; not to mention his laser-like focus.

Drake and I gravitated towards one another. A friendship was formed without even trying. Once we bumped fist for the first tim, a connection was formed. He was the only guy who was not afraid to push me to my limits. Hell, we didn't even have limits. We constantly broke the cap on our skills, rising higher and higher with each sparring session.

Drake and I sat next to each other in a boxing ring at Diablo Apostle's. We were the only two in the gym since it was afterhours. Both our bodies were drenched in sweat. After 24 rounds, we finally took a break to catch our breath.

"You're a monster." Drake said before tipping a bottle of water into his muzzle.

I gave a lazy smirk, completely exhausted from the workout. "You're not bad, yourself. Not many people can keep up with me."

Drake sat the water bottle aside. "It's not easy. Especially during MMA sparring."

"Well, I do have more experience in that department," I chuckled. "You're improving though."

Drake wiped sweat from his forehead. "Coach says the same thing. He wants me to join his camp in January. Can't believe Frank Junestorm will be here for training camp."

"Me neither!" I blurted! "That guy has the best counters in the Super Middle Weight division. To bad I'm not in his weight class. You're lucky!"

"Yup." Drake grinned.

"Looking forward to sparring with him?"

Drake jumped to his feet and threw a few jabs and a straight right. "Hell yea! I want to test myself against one of the worlds greatest."

I grabbed onto the ropes, pulling myself off the canvas. "If you beat him, what will be next? Do you ever think about going pro?"

Drake continued to shadow box. He stopped mid-swing and looked at me. "Hmmm? I don't know. My mentor, Ace, tells me I have what it takes to make this into a career, but I can't even win a round against him. How am I suppose to take on the world?"

I laughed. "Ace is much older and has a more revised foundation. He's at his peak. I think if you both were in tip top shape, you'd come out on top."

Drake shrugged. "If you say so... Wanna go a few more rounds?"

I looked up at one of the clocks. It read 10:48 p.m. "Naw. I'm exhausted. I don't know how you can keep going."

Drake frowned. "Training keeps my mind occupied."

"Your mind is always occupied." I said, chuckling.

Drake nodded. "That's true. I'm gonna grab a shower."

"Same here."

Drake and I went to the shower room. The shower is one large, white, room with no privacy. I didn't mind. Sometimes it was fun looking over a nice body, if not to compare results. We removed our shorts and entered the showers.

As I rubbed body wash over my scales, something wore heavy on my concious. Drake mentioned something was always on his mind. I wanted to know what that was, seeing how close we became.

"Hey, Drake."

Drake looked at me over his shoulder. "Yo."

"Are you ok?" I asked.

Drake twist his upper body in my direction. "What do you mean?"

I scrubbed soap into my face. "Earlier, you mentioned your mind always being occupied. What did you mean by that?"

Drake sighed and turned back to face the wall as he continued showering. "That's a long story, man. I don't think you'll be interested in it."

"Let me be the judge of that." I replied.

Drake let out another deep sigh. "I may not show it, but I consider you a friend. I'm not quite ready to lose that."

I guffawed. "Get over yourself, man. We all have problems, yours won't scare me away."

"You think so?" Drake asks as he turned around completely. The entire front side of his body was covered with soap.

I nodded.

Drake inhaled and exhaled slowly. "Fine. But know I tried to preserve this friendship. Where do I start? Heh... I'm bisexual."

I turned to look at the wall, eyes wide. I was in shock. Drake, the guy I've grown to know as my equal was just like me in more ways than I thought.

"Y-You..." I started but was cut off by Drake.

"Bi Sex U Al," Drake said. "Not even bisexual. More curious than anything. I fell in love with my best friend, Tyran. I had always loved him as a friend... As a brother. But over time that love evolved."

I rinsed soap off my body and turned to face Drake. "What happened to this Tyran guy?"

Drake's face drained of all emotion. "He's gone. His parents sent him to military school."

My mouth hung agape. "Really? Why?"

"Because of me." Drake's voice was a little louder than a whisper. "We kept our relationship a secret. We didn't know how our parents or friends would react to the two of us being a couple. In the end we were right to hide our relationship, because his parents flipped out and sent him to military school. My cousin disowned me, too. I lost two of the most important people in my life on the same day, and I haven't recovered since..."

Drake washed the soap out his fur. He always presented himself so seriously, and now I knew why. He blamed himself for the terrible thing that happened to his ex.

"Don't blame yourself." I said.

Drake shook his head. "I do blame myself. Why do you think I stay at the gym this late. If I stay busy, I don't think about it, and if I don't think about it, I won't feel like I destroyed Ty's life. Tyran doesn't belong at a military school. He's not built for that environment.

"I was the one person who protected him, but now I'm helpless. It kills me knowing he may need me and I can't reach him. If I don't exhaust myself to near death, I won't be able to sleep at night. Usually, I stay up, wondering if he's safe... Cursing the unknown names of those who may hurt him..."

I rest my hand on Drake's shoulder. "There is nothing I can say to ease your mind... You are a great guy, Drake. Don't beat yourself up so bad over things you can't control."

Drake sighed.

All of a sudden, I realized Drake and I standing nude with my hand on his shoulder. I blushed, removed my hand, and looked away. Lucky for me, my dark scales made it difficult to tell when I was blushing, but my eyes, on the other hand, worked against me. I have an unique trait that allows my eyes to change colors based on my mood. If I was correct, the would be light blue now with Drake in my presence.

Drake and I finished our shower. Once we were dressed, we locked up, and made our way home. We took the same path going home. Drake lived a little further than me. The gym was a few miles from home. I would usually jog there and back, unless Drake accompanied me.

Even though Drake seemed depressed, I walked with a bounce in my step. I was excited. Drake was more interesting than I ever imagined. I was bisexual, too, but my attraction was more toward females. I wasn't attracted to all guys. Only guys like Drake. Strong, fighter types.

Drake and I walked side by side on the side walk. The street, illuminated by a few street lights, was dead. Madison died down by 9 o'clock; completely different from where I lived prior to moving here.

With his duffle bag draped over his back, Drake walked no more than a few inches from me. "So you're ok with me being bisexual?"

I looked at my hybrid friend who continued to look straight ahead. "Of course. I don't come off as homophobic, do I?"

Drake chuckled. "No, that's not it. It's just, the last person I told abandoned me. I don't expect much from people."

I nodded. "Not me. I'm cool with it, man. Maybe because I'm bi as well."

Drake halted. "Get the fuck out of here!"

I chuckled. "I'm serious, man. There's a lot you don't know about me."

"Apparently so..." Drake started walking again. "I would have never guessed that about you. Have you ever dated a guy?"

"Nope," I started. "I've had sex with a few, though."

"Damn, dude." Drake grinned. "You're a dog. Sure you're not part wolf?"

We both laughed. "Naw, but I am one hundred percent man. You know how it is? When your dick talks, you have to listen."

"Ain't that the truth." Drake blurted, before laughing again. This was the first time I've seen Drake show any positive emotions. "I wish we were friends a few months ago. I could have used someone to talk to about all this with, you know?"

I nodded. "I understand, man. To be honest, you're the first person I've ever told... Well, outside of the guys I've hooked up with."

"Your secret is safe with me." Drake says before stopping at a stop sign. "Well, this is my stop."

Drake turned around to walk away, but was stopped when I grabbed his arm, pulling him into a tight embrace. At first, Drake's body stiffened. The killing intent he gives off during sparring sessions was present, but only for a moment. I continued to hug him. His body slowly relaxed as he dropped his duffle bag and returned the hug.

"Thank you, Necross." Drake whispered. "For listening when no one else would... and for not abandoning me after seeing the real me."

I buried my nose into Drake's neck fur and sighed. "That's what friends are for. We help carry the baggage when it becomes too much."

Drake tightened the hug before releasing me and picked up his duffle bag. "I'll catch you at practice tomorrow. Good night man."

"Have a good night, Drake."

Drake turned around and disappeared down the poorly illuminated street, leaving me with a better understanding of the Hybrid. I turned around and made my way home. A smile spread over my face at the thought of getting closer to Drake. He never talked about himself, so my excitement was justified.

I made it home and stopped where the driveway meets the sidewalk, looking up into the night sky. So much was going through my mind; every thought centered around Drake.

"Guess this town is a lot more exciting than I thought..."