Untill I find a better name... Part 1
Lone Wolf:
What Dwells Within
The FIRST story in the Lone Wolf series
By Fuzzy Moordock
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This story is set in an anthro-world, in which all of the characters are anthro. If you are a minor, or are not aloud to read material suited for those of us above 18, ... well, use your judgment. This is my first, so you know.^..^
"Phillip?"
"Gay."
"Alex?"
"Gay."
"What about John? He's not-"
"Uber-Gay"
"But...but I went out with him!"
Jason swung his legs off of the bed, swishing his tail easily, picking up the phone by his bed, keeping the receiver to his ear with his shoulder with a tilt of the head.
"Look, Becky, I'm not telling you everyone who I know is gay, just like that." He said, a smile on his maw. "I'm not like that, and besides... John's still in the closet..."
"It's an amazing gift you have, now tell me! ... Please?" her voice told him that she too was enjoying this, although not nearly as much as him. "That's better" He replied with a smirk.
"How about Johnny? He's a bit...fruity..."
"Not even close. He just enjoys the arts, that's all"
"Okay, but now you have to tell me something..." Jason tensed, but only for a second. He had told Becky, the ninth-grader and best friend, his secret, so what was there to fear? "Go ahead" He said, not letting his brief flash of nervousness come out in his voice. "I'll tell you anything."
"How do you know? That there gay or not? I mean, i had no idea about Cherie..."
Jason blew a quick sigh of relief, although he knew not of why, and replied "I'm Bi, I can tell. It's all in the posture. But you can tell no-one I told you these names, okay?"
"I don't see why not-"
"Becky...I mean it. Promise."
Everybody knew Becky Taylor from Marvel High would never break a promise, even for a friend. That, they say, is her one weakness. Jason had met her on one day, just like that. He had never met anyone like her before and, apparently, neither had anyone else at Marvel High. She had approached him while he was reading under a small tree and said 'Hello! Your a nice guy, so your my new friend." and that was that. He was put into a group of other nervous wolves, cats and even a pure-breed, all of whom were looking at him questioningly. It was quite a shock to have a lot of her at once, but they had to. There was a lot of her to take. It wasn't that anyone thought she was fat, because she wasn't; it was because she had a rather large personality.
"Aww...don't make me promise! One little-"
"Becky!" He almost shouted, but didn't. He knew he could rely on her not to tell, if only she promised.
"Aww all right. But I hope you know you're torturing me, Fuzz. Although you probably enjoy it..."
Hah. Fuzzy. The name had stuck to him for no other reason other than he had a beautiful tail, full of body and pure silver, unlike the rest of him, which was just plane gray.
"Yes." He replied, smiling more. She knew him well, and he liked to tease." Yes I do... Aww, It's 11, look I have to go or I'll never get up for school. Goodnight"
"Goodnight"
He put the phone back into it's spot, sighing and clicked off his light.
Darkness all around. Jason's tail hurt and he could hardly move. He tried- Pain. Cramping him on all sides... 'I'm in a box', he thought. He tapped on the side. 'Wood... covered...oh, Christ', he thought, 'I'm buried. I'm buried alive.'
"Help....HELP!"...something soft touched his shoulder, and as he turned to see that it was, he gasped. it was -He woke up.
"...Mfff!"
That was the sound of Jason 'Fuzzy' Bradley's mouth full of fuzz. He looked up with tired eyes, and saw that, once again, he had fallen onto the floor. He lifted his tired head from the fuzzy carpet and looked at the clock.
8:45! He was late! "Crlp!" Mouth still full of numbness from the carpet, Jason rushed to collect his uniform. "Let's see...socks-"-He grabbed his socks from the doorframe-"...Trousers...." He looked desperately around for the rest of his belongings, and found most of it under the bed he had been sleeping on, before running out of the room and into the hallway, not stopping on the slippery wood until he was out of the door and running into the street. Once he was out onto the street, He ran, ears flat, legs pumping, towards the school. Half way there, he glanced at his watch, and kept running, slipping up slightly on a patch of ice. Then he stared at his watch, slowing down to a stop.
6:00 AM
In his hurry, Jason hadn't noticed that the sky was still dark. The sky was still dark, he reasoned, because it was still very early. He looked back, and figured he must be about half way, and had run for a good fifteen minutes... He sighed. There was no point in going all the way back, so he made his way slowly to school, his leather pouch over one shoulder, books bumping against his back.
He was about to turn a corner when he noticed a sound. It was the sound of someone sobbing. He looked around but could not immediately see anyone in the dim, winter light. He moved on, heading for an old ally, were the noise was apparently coming from.
"...Becky? Is that you?" He called into the shadows, hoping for something...a explanation, another person...but Becky had never cried before....
"...Fuzzy?...um...I was just going to school..." She sniffed, and, in the growing light of day, Jason could make out that she was wiping away tears. "You...You were crying?" She gave him a Look. "Tell anyone and ... and ... and I'll never forgive you." He came closer, but not too close. "Hey...we don't do that, remember? Secrets are ours, no one else's. In fact, I promise." He gave her a weak smile, and she returned one, wiping the last of the tears away. He put his arm around her, and they walked out of the ally and towards the school in the almost-full sunlight.
The classroom was jostling with students, some of whom were meant to be there. The teacher strode in, almost unnoticed, and slammed her books on the table. All sound ceased. The students who knew the fox, Mrs. Stevens, also knew that when she did this, she meant business. "All of my students sit down now. All who are not meant to be here-" She pointed to the door with her sharp-nailed index finger "Get out. Now." The classroom emptied within seconds, apart from those who had suddenly found it very rewarding to sit down. At least, more rewarding than not.
The fox stood at the front of the classroom, peering over her half-moon glasses at her students. "Today," She said, cutting the silence like a knife" We shall learn about the struggle in the mid-west. we shall begin-" She turned to face the large blackboard. Jason did what he always did in these circumstances; Daydream.
He dreamt he was in the classroom, the teacher still talking... then something soft and furry brushed his shoulder. He was in a warm place, all nice and fuzzy, and so had no time for any disturbances, but he felt this was important. He looked over, seeing a red, scaily muzzle- "Jason?"
The teacher's voice cut Jason out of his fantasy and into embarrassment like a bird and a spider web. 'Oh, Christ, everyone's looking at me' He thought 'Might as well try...' "Err...thirty two?" He guessed. It might have worked. He thought he should get points for trying. It was a good answer.
"No, Jason, Thirty two did not sign the peace treaty. Wake up, this is important. The conflict went on for many-" She turned back to the board, and Jason sighed. Real life was so boring... He watched the fox tail swish idly. I wish something good would happen....
Suddenly the fox turned to him, smiling mischievously. "You have not been listening... you've been bad..." He tried to stammer out a response. Was his teacher coming on to him? She licked her lips "You'll have to stay behind... ...with me" She winked at him- "JAYSON!"
Once again, he was cut from his dream by the angry voice of his teacher, who looked rather angry. "Would you care to tell the rest of us why you feel it's necessary to sleep in my class?" She peered at him over her glasses again. "Uh...sorry, miss Stevens..."
"You will be. You shall have to stay after school to make up for lost time. I'll accompany you." Jason's heart thudded. Out of fear. He didn't like the dream of the teacher coming onto him, and now he had to stay behind? Alone? With her?
As the day turned to a close, and he dosed, half awake, looking at the clock. The bell rang, and the classroom emptied of students, apart from Jason and his teacher, who was looking at him. "Since you think it's important to disrupt my class, you will write me a thousand word explanation on why." She turned, dusting the board ready for the next day. Jason tried not to think, and wrote the best he could, counting his words under his breath. "Thirty four, thirty five..." He heard a bang, and lifted his head to see that Mrs. Stevens had dropped the wooden eraser onto the hard floor. 'Oh, darn" She said, lowering down to pick it up. Jason held his breath as he watched the fox bend, showing off her perfect round behind, breathing heavily as she lifted her tail for better reach with her long, slender arms... He quickly put his head down and got back to work, concentrating on the words in front of him. "FourtyoneFourtytwoFourtythree..."
Jason was on his way back home, sack over one shoulder, when he heard a voice. "How was she?"
He turned; ready to shout, into Becky. She smiled, and had obviously been waiting there for him. "Was she everything you hoped?" She cast him a sly grin, walking past the dumbstruck wolf. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean." He replied, walking with her. "Oh, don't give me that! I saw you looking at her butt."
"What? How long have you been watching me?" He asked, looking at her with a smile. "Long enough. Why did she keep you behind, anyway?" She glanced at him, her soft ppink fur glistening in the daylight, reflecting off of her silky, deep blue eyes- "I dosed off." He said simply, trying to shake the thoughts out of his head. "Aawww...Is my Fuzzy tired? Staying up too late? Hahaha" He playfully shoved her into a bush, still smiling.
The Bradley manor was not a large house, or not that one would notice, but it was home. Jason stepped through the door, dropped his sack inside, and fell backwards as the force of a brick landed on his chest. "Whoa! Down, boy!" He tried to push the large dog off, but the big thing only wanted to lick his face, and so continued to do so.
"I'm glad you to are so close, but you play with that dog far too much." That was the opinion of Jason's mother, who was watching from the doorway. "Welcome home." She smiled. She had been a young, fit, silver fox, once. but time had ravished her looks, and she was getting old now, wrinkles appearing beneath her eyes when she smiled.
As the large dog was hauled off of him, he staggered up, wiping drool from his eyes... And that's when he saw a male running towards him. He was an attractive serpent, with a slim body, running quickly up to him and grinning. This was Tommy 'Tommy gun' Larson, the most popular boy in the school. "Hey there, Jay." He grinned evilly. "Having fun with your girlfriend there, Jay?" He shoved Jason hard, almost knocking him over. "See you later, Jay!" Tommy laughed as he sped away and as Jason glared at his back. "Christ I hate him."
"You should talk to him." Jason had forgotten him mom was still there. "Tell him to lay off"
"Heh, yeah, right..." Jason went inside and threw his heavy pack onto the floor. "Dinner will be at five, so be there or be hungry!" His mom called up, enjoying her little joke. "Merlm." He replied, not bothering to answer properly.
Jason jumped onto his bed, almost dosing off there and then. But more urgent matters needed him first. He picked up his phone and speed-dialed three. "Hello?" A weary voice answered the ringing. "Hey, It's me. That Tommy's such a -" "Jason? is that you?" Becky's voice sounded very tired, as she usually had a nap about this time, but Jason was angry. He knew he had to calm down, but the rage was streaming inside his body. "Yeah, look I need some help. He really needs sorting out-" "Jason, just ignore him. He'll get bored soon enough." "But...yeah...I guess your right..." He sighed. Trust Becky to be the voice of reason, yet again. Jason said goodbye and wished her happy dreams and she returned them, hanging up as soon as she had finished talking.
Jason laid his furry head on the soft pillows and glanced at the clock, his eyes heavy as he did so. 8:45, not time for sleep yet, he thought as the cold trendills of sleep swept over his mind, clouding his vision, becoming darker....
'Hello, Jason.' the voice came from behind him, and so Jason turned- 'I'm not there, Jason.' The voice was behind him again... now he had time to take in his surroundings. He was in the middle of what looked like laboratory, and the test tubes of many sizes were the third thing to catch his eye. The second thing to catch his eye was a large, , metal table in the middle of the metal room, standing about five feet off of the ground. But the first thing that caught his eye, was Himself.
'Your finally here, Jason, good...but now you have to face me.' Jason looked up at himself sitting on the metal table. 'Your not me' he said, dumbfounded for anything else to say. The living mirror laughed, tossing it's head back and then looking straight at Jason. '...you have no idea who I am, do you?' The creature swung easily off of the slab of metal and walked swiftly towards Jason, stopping when it had reached him, standing inches away from him. It was then Jason began noticing a few differences. This creature was about three inches taller than him, and it's fur was slightly darker... and, as he peered closer at the surface of this thing, it also appeared to have, under the soft fur, something hard....like hard plates, almost like scales- 'Well? do you?' The thing smiled as Jason withdrew from peering close to it's shining skin.
'Um...no, I have no idea. Who are you? Were are we?' The thing pressed a soft finger on his lips, still smiling. 'Enough questions...I'm what you want to be, what you crave. I...' -the thing backed away slightly to be in full view, tail swishing at the air as it spoke-'...am...' The thing smiled with an evil glint in it's blood red eye as it stepped closer, walking towards Jason and hissing into his ear '...I, Jason, Am Your Worst Nightmare.'
I must apologize for the short length of this story. It is currently being renewed and lengthened to suit the series, and although it was written approximately a year before the others, it will hopefully not let them down when it is fully replenished. As for the abrupt end to the story... well, if you want to know what's going on, read my next stories: Welcome To My World and Welcome To My World: There Will Be Blood, both part of the Lone Wolf series and both copyrighted by their original creator.
All rights reserved. This story and all characters within are copyright Fuzzy Moordock's original creation(s), and were thought up on the spot. Thanks for reading all this legal crap. Jayson is a random character thought up on the spot. He does NOT relate to Fuzzy Moordock or Daniel Lebon in any way shape or form. So stop saying he does. This means you, Paul.
See you in the next story!