Silver and Gold – Found – ch 4
#4 of Silver and Gold
We aren't your real parents"
I sat there completely stunned, not knowing what to do or say, where they joking? No they would never hurt me like this if there was good reason but then who and why? I looked at my once mother and father, they had been there for my games, helped me with my school work, made me into the person sitting in this chair, why did they not tell or help me through my early teenage years when I needed them most. I tried to speak but I stop when dad, no Mark raised his hand.
"We were extremely close friend with your true mother and father, they were some of the kindest soles we will ever meet. They helped us when we need them and we protected them when they were hunted and most all we promised to protect you, you were the most important thing to them but you where not safe with them, they were hunted for what they were, for what you are. A werewolf" he was trembling as he spoke, the tears ran down his cheeks freely, Marry was not faring much better as he clutched Marks hand.
I am a werewolf, but what happened to my real parents, why where they hunted, why was I hunted, is that why we moved, what do I do?
"Why didn't you tell me?" my voice was as weak as I felt.
"We promised not to, it hurt us so much to see you in so much pain and worry when you were younger, we wanted to tell you and to comfort you but we had promised not to, because we needed to protect you from the people after you but most of all yourself. They didn't want you to go looking for them as there would be nothing to find" Marry said as she broke down and sobbed openly. Mark just held her evidently reliving those memories, I just sat there unable to speak or do anything but just stare.
"The fire wasn't an accident was it? And we didn't move all this way because of a new job did we" my voice was wavering and the tears where winning as they nodded.
"We had been keeping you safe for so long and we loved spending every moment with you, you are the son we could never have without your wonderful parents, they gave us the most important thing to them and to us. They gave you a chance at having a happy and normal life, they gave us the chance to have the family we would never have and they sacrificed themselves to protect us but most importantly you. It hurt them so much to leave you but it would have destroyed them if you had died because of what they were, they loved so much as do we"
Mark got up and moved over to one of the last unpacked boxes and pulled out a small wooden box that I had never seen before, he opened it and pulled out a letter and handed it to me. It looked rather old with its discoloured and beaten edges, but it had never been opened as the wax seal was still intact.
"Your mother and father gave this to us before they left, they said to give it to when we think the time is right. We do not know much about werewolves or their culture apart from that they are hunted for what they are, so please whatever you do stay safe, we love you too much for anything to happen to you. We will always love you and we are so proud to call you our son."
I sat there trying to focus on the folded piece of paper I held trying not to let the rising pressure of tears and emotions over run me. I was so confused and stunned at the amount of information and how things have changed in such a short amount of time. Why were they telling me this now, not waiting for me to ask? Why had they kept the letter if they feared that I might look as the letter had my name on it.
"Why are you telling me this now?" I tried to control my breathing and emotions before they go the better of me.
"From what you have told us about how some people have been talking to you, treating you, this morning when you where growling at something, and we saw your eyes were glowing. We have reason to believe that you're not the only one in the area. You need to have someone who can help you with what you are, learn about yourself and your kind as we cannot, but we will always be here for you and love you"
Are there others like me out there? Where Kristopher and Luke werewolves but what was that Doberman, was it a pet of a werewolf or was it a different type, Luke did ask me what pack I belonged to and they both asked who my alpha was. Did they think I was trying to take their pack or territory, did they see me as a threat or interloper was that why I was being watched and why Luke gave me a lift home so he could find out more about me?
I need some space to think, to breath and calm down, I wanted to run for some reason to leave the sadness and emotion in this room, to be me. I wanted to hide and disappear but I wanted to be loved and seen, I needed time.
I slow got to my feet and walked to the front door as tears started to serge and flow, each step was long and draw out as I tried to walk calmly.
"Jayson please" I heard the sorrow and fear in Marry's voice.
I stood at the open door clutching the frame for dear life "I just need some time to think, I do love you but so much has changed in so little time. I just ...... need to find myself once more"
"We will be hear when you get back, please be careful" I nodded as I walked out the door, into a world different from what I had known.
I walked for minutes or hours I was not sure of the time, what my life was or who I was. Was I one of those savage beasts that I had read about or was I just an exception, did I love Marry and Mark my once mother and father, did I have a future in this world, if so was it with humans or werewolves?
I found myself at one of the local garden parks, the sound of children playing in the cool evening air soothing my fears and sadness but the longing for normality and the truth was too great as I collapsed on to a secluded bench.
The world seemed to envelop me for a short time, in the cool serenity of life, feeling the emotion wash from me giving me time to think clearly about what I needed, wanted and had.
I had a loving family, Mark and Marry had come to very game, helped me with my school work, and been there when I needed them in one way or another and protected me, no they were not my biological mother and father but they were my mother and father.
That little revelation made feel a little better knowing that I did love them but what about the other werewolves, would they help me even though I could only change into a wolf and the not the classic werewolf image of a large bipedal wolf that hunts and howls. My mother and father supposedly could but why couldn't I, I had tried but I had no success apart from getting a splitting head ache, maybe I'm just a freak among freaks.
I noticed that I still held the letter. I was holding it so tightly that it was crumpled, I looked at it slowly noticing the lightly beaten and discoloured edges as I turned it over in my hands trying to take in every detail as it was my only link to my mother and father. I slowly opened it, breaking the wax seal as I did so.
I gently unfolded the envelope and pulled out a letter, it had a slight brown tinge to the paper. I carefully opened it almost expecting something to happen as I did so but nothing, my heart was racing for some reason as I carefully started to read.
Dear Jayson
If you are reading this then you have come of age and we hope it finds you well and happy.
We are truly sorry that we could not be there with you to help you through this tough time in your young short life and it pains me to say that we were never able to see you take your first steps, your first change, to see you grow and mature into the fine young man that we know you are, but most of all that you will never know how much we truly loved you.
You are reading this because we have left you in the loving and caring embrace of our great friends Mark and Marry, we did so to protect you from others that would want to hurt you because of what you are, a werewolf.
Please do not be angry with them but at us, as we made them promise not to tell you until now, we know they love you so much and that it is hurting them to see you in such pain as it is for me to write this for you.
Please do not worry about us as we are in a better place as it would only lead to more pain and heart ache which we have already protected you from so much and it may put you in danger of the people that have hunted are kind for so long.
There are others like you in this world but none of them are as special as you, as you are one of the few Silver werewolves left in this ever changing world. Our people are becoming fewer and fewer as the time and the knowledge of are kind passes but please be careful but look for them as they can help you with your safety and what you need to know.
As I write this letter to you while I watch you sleep in your father's arms for the last time before we have to leave and before the sadness and grief overruns me once more as I try to finish this letter and the tears start to fall forcing me to write it yet again. This is the hardest and most painful thing we have ever had to do but we do it for you, to give you a chance of having a life you would never have if you would have stayed with us.
My son we are truly sorry but we will always love and watch over you.
From the undying love of your mother and father.
Joseph and Sarah Silber
As I sat there openly crying while my tears fall to the paper joining the dried remains of my mother's from all those years ago. As I read the letter I could feel my soul ebb and throb with each word, knowing that person that wrote it was someone I should have spent my whole life knowing but only spending a short amount of time with them. I must have read the letter a dozen times before I could tear my eyes from the emotionally rupturing letter.
I sat there trying to control myself forcing myself to think clearly, taking slow and deep breaths I managed to stop the tears and calmed down but most of the shear amount of emotional stress was starting to take its toll, I had played entire rugby games and still not felt as tired and drained as I did now.
Something else was in the envelope, I slowly put the letter on my damp and lightly shaking legs and proceeded to remove what was left. I slowly pulled out two photo graphs one of a black haired and blue eye couple holding a small baby, it was them.
They both had broad and happy smile but the eyes showed the true emotion of what was going on, the sadness, the grief but hope and most of all the love. I carefully turned the photo over to see a date - June 25, 1991 - that was day after my birthday.
My eyes quickly dashed to the other, a gasp passed my trembling lips as my eyes fell upon something I could never imagine or expect.
There in the picture just like the other there was a small baby who I presume is me being held by a pair shocking but strangely normal presents of two very large black coated and silvery blue eyed werewolves, but their eyes had the same emotion as the other photo. The smaller of the two who was holding me crying as I was touching her muzzle with my tinny little pink hand. The emotion was so raw and visible as if was causing physical pain to them both just to hold and see me.
My eyes where becoming sore as I continued to stare at the pictures as the tears did not stop all the while I sat there silently.
"You didn't know you where werewolf did you?!"
"No" I said out loud as I answered my own thought .......... that was not my voice nor did it come from me.
I looked up jerking as I did looking around for the source of the voice, to my horror there was a Doberman sitting on the end of the bench, the same Doberman from the night before. I panicked as are eyes met dropping the photos and the letter to the ground.
"It's ok Jayson! You're safe with us!" that voice eerily familiar.
"US!? Who's us?" I backed away from the Doberman quickly finding the end of the bench.
"Us" a different voice came from behind
"Luke what are you doing here and what's with the Doberman?"
"Me and Kris are here to talk to you"
"You're not saying that the Doberman is Kris and what do you want to talk to me about?"
"Yes that's my son Kristopher and we want to talk about this" he came over and picked up the dropped letter and photos, then handed them to me. "Don't worry you are safe with us I promise, we're kin"
I tried to control me breathing but having a large Doberman that could get much larger and someone who could most likely do the same staring at me was a little difficult.
"Are you ok?" it was rather odd to hear the Doberman speak very good English with an American accent.
"I don't know any more"
"What do you mean?"
"Well I find out that mum and dad aren't my mum and dad, that they've known that I was a werewolf even before I did but they promised my most likely now dead biological mother and farther that they would not tell me until I was ready and the fact that I am most likely being hunted by the same person that killed them" I managed to get it all out before for I started the sob.
Why was I feeling like this, I had only know them for about a day before they gave me to Mark and Marry but they were my mother and father and they did love me and I them. I jumped a little when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked to see Luke smiling back at me.
"I'm sorry Jayson, but we can help, it's not just me and Kris there are more of us that want and will help you through this and I know they aren't your real parents but I know they do love you!"
"Thank you" I managed to control my breathing and emotions a little better knowing that I was not alone and that they wanted to help me made things a little easier to bear.
I sat there for a moment, how ironic only hours ago I was helping a little girl find her mother and know I'm the one getting the help after finding out I have a totally different mother and father.
"I think it's time you should get back, they will be worried about you" Luke patted me on the back gently as I slowly stood. A sound went off in the distance it made us all flinch for different but the same reasons, gun fire.
I felt cold as if the life had just been sucked from my very soul, It felt as If something was falling away from me out of reach but out of sight like that feeling you get when you are just when you are in a car and you quickly go into a dip in the road. The feeling of loosing something you could never see but only feel and know that is there but know it was gone, my eyes darted about looking at everything but nothing.
"Jayson what's the matter?"
"Mum! Dad!"My eyes were wide with fear, something wasn't right.
I ran, I ran from the feeling of dread and fearing of the worst, I wanted what I was feeling to be wrong, I would gladly give anything to be wrong. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, I heard Kris and Luke call out but I just ran, things just flew past me in the darkness of dusk, I ran for my home, for my mother and my father. Oh please let me be wrong!
My house was in sight, it had an odd feel to it as I neared it like I should be running away from it but pressed on fighting that urge. I ran up the path, the door had been force, the frame was twisted and splintered, I stopped dead. I slowly entered as the feeling of dread grew, I had to fight the urge to run, I was breathing hard until something forced me to hold my breath. The scent of blood.
I almost doubled over with stench of it, the air was heavy with it, I moved through the living room, it was a mess things broken and scattered along the floor, there is something more than wrong here. I moved into kitchen until I froze, I just stood there as tears flooded my eyes as I felt the whole world shake beneath me.
"Mum.......Dad......."
A red crimson pool surrounded them both as they held each other tightly, their eyes were closed and their chests still, their clothes where ripped and red from the crimson pool that just grew and would not stop it ever increasing advance.
"I have been looking for you little wolf, for such a long time" it was a cold and callus voice from behind that pierced the tears and terror that ravaged me so.
I turned quickly to only to be pushed backwards as pain and fire ripped through me as the walls shook with the sound of gunfire, screaming out in pain and agony as fire surged through my veins as I writhed and twisted in agony as I hit the floor clutching my right hip, feeling the warmth move around my hands and cool as the burning continued with my screaming.
"Shut up you pathetic beast! You thought you were so clever moving all the way out here after my little fire, thinking I would never find you but I did just like I did your mother and father and the rest of your evil kind!"
My eyes met his cold and soulless eyes, my chest and throat began to vibrate as I clutched my dripping hip "Oh yes growl just like they did, just before I gave them their parting gift" my eyes stayed fixed to his as he pointed a long barrel of the gun at me.
I tried to move but I just screamed out when I did feeling the pain and burning surge and pulse through me, I slipped with my hands on the viscose crimson coating of blood on the floor.
"Don't worry you will see them soon but only after I give you a little gift of silver" the barrel was shoved into my forehead painfully as the room continued to vibrate with my growling.
An all mighty sound echoed throughout the night as the final gun shot was fired, shouting and movement ensued as the sound had barely been able to leave the barrel let alone the walls.