# Prologue

Author: Aaron LonePaws
Tags: Character Development, Gay Relationships, Plot Development, Wolf

#1 of Bonfire Blues

I get this odd feeling like we've been here before >.>
Well you probably noticed that I uploaded this exact chapter not to long ago. However, after some thought, and some very helpful insight from a very helpful fox...I decided to go back and rework a few things. And here's the result! Hope you enjoy :)
Don't be afraid to leave a comment about what you think.

&nbsp; "Hey fag. &nbsp;You play your vagina like you play that piano?"

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; Alex's ears&nbsp;reflexively&nbsp;flattened&nbsp;back against his head, the little posse of 4 football swaggered across the deserted band room&nbsp;towards&nbsp;him.

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&nbsp; &nbsp;Alex &nbsp;felt the cold claw of fear creeping up his spine. &nbsp;Why would they never leave him alone?&nbsp;&nbsp;It was a&nbsp;question&nbsp;he already knew the answer to. &nbsp;He turned from the old piano he had been mindlessly fiddling with and faced the source of the disturbance. &nbsp;It was Lance and his&nbsp;cronies. &nbsp;They always&nbsp;seized&nbsp;an opportunity to belittle and ridicule him. &nbsp;Who would pass up the chance to beat up on the&nbsp;defenseless&nbsp;gay kid. &nbsp;The huge bear looked down on him with a glare of abject distaste.&nbsp;

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; "So you gonna' answer me, bitch?"

  

&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;Alex looked away and tried to walk passed him. &nbsp;He was stopped by one of his posse. &nbsp;A wolf, who looked decidedly agitated, as if he wasn't sure if he wanted to be there. &nbsp;The other two guys had taken up position on his other side. &nbsp;He was encircled by very large, very mean upperclassmen&nbsp;who would like nothing more than to beat the shit out of him. &nbsp;Alex didn't see this ending well.

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&nbsp; &nbsp; Lance reached toward him. &nbsp;Alex flinched away, expecting a blow. &nbsp;Instead he felt the heavy paw rest on his shoulder. &nbsp;He looked up.

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; "We just wanted to remind you of something before you leave for&nbsp;Christmas&nbsp;break." &nbsp;He smiled, almost congenially down at a bewildered Alex. &nbsp;"We're gonna be having a good time through the whole break. &nbsp;We're gonna laugh, and hang out with our friends." &nbsp;He stopped at the mention of the word friends. &nbsp;"That makes me wonder, what are you doing over the break?"

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; "N-nothing much."

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; The bear shook his head&nbsp;condescendingly. &nbsp;"Nothing much. &nbsp;No Parties?"

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; Alex shook his head.

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; "No big hang-outs with friends?"

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; Alex was lost. &nbsp;He just shook his head again. &nbsp;

&nbsp; &nbsp; "You know why?"

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; "N-No, why?"

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; "'Cause&nbsp;you're a little faggot with no friends. &nbsp;That's why."&nbsp;

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; Alex's ears flattened against his head again. &nbsp;He felt sick. &nbsp;Lance pushed him back until his back was pressed into the wall behind the piano. &nbsp;His posse followed him. &nbsp;Alex was closely&nbsp;surrounded&nbsp;by the four big jocks. &nbsp;He felt lick he was choking.

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&nbsp; &nbsp; "You're just a little fag. &nbsp;Nobody really likes you. &nbsp;The only thing you'll ever be good at is taking it up your scrawny ass like the little bitch you are. &nbsp;Just remember that during your break. &nbsp;Happy holidays queer." &nbsp;

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; They quickly made their exit from the band room. &nbsp;Alex just slide down the wall and&nbsp;buried&nbsp;his head in his paws. &nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; \* \* \*  

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;_&nbsp;"You're just a little fag. Nobody really likes you...Happy holidays queer."_ 

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&nbsp; &nbsp; Jacob shook his head. &nbsp;He needed to drink more.

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; He didn't know why, but that last little confrontation had seemed to cross the line a little more than&nbsp;usual. &nbsp;Normally, Jacob would be all for poking fun at the gay kid, but yesterday had seemed to be much more hateful than normal. &nbsp;

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&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;Jacob realized he was starting to feel bad for the kid and took another swig of his beer. &nbsp;Shit he was starting to get soft.&nbsp;  

&nbsp; &nbsp; He&nbsp;desperately&nbsp;tried to take his mind off the kid. &nbsp;But after a two beers, four hours, and six girls later: he could still see the look of pure, abject terror in the poor&nbsp;bastard's&nbsp;eyes. &nbsp;Jacob sighed. &nbsp;He was tired. &nbsp;He felt empty, and somewhat&nbsp;defeated. &nbsp;All he wanted to do was curl up in his bed and forget the world and all it's expectations.

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; Jacob walked over to Lance, it was his party, so Jacob thought it would be polite to say goodbye to his friend before he left.

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; "Hey. &nbsp;Hey, Lance." &nbsp;It took Jacob about five minuets to get the bear's attention, and roughly another three just to make him understand that he was leaving. &nbsp;

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; The bear shook his head sadly. &nbsp;"Jacob. Jacob. Jacob. &nbsp;How can you leave so early?" &nbsp;He gestured awkwardly in front of him, indicating the masses of young people partying. &nbsp;"How can you go home, with all these fine bitches ripe for fucking?"&nbsp;

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; Jacob rolled his eyes. &nbsp;You could always count on lance to be...well...Lance. &nbsp;

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; "Hey, before you go, could you grab me some booze? &nbsp;I'm busy."&nbsp;&nbsp;

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&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Busy wasn't the first word that came to Jacob's mind, more like 'man-whoring'. &nbsp;The bear had two girls, one under each arm, and was telling greatly&nbsp;exaggerated&nbsp;versions of his football&nbsp;accomplishments. &nbsp;All three party-goers were wasted out of their minds, and appeared to be on the verge of just stripping down and fucking right out there for everyone to see.

  

_&nbsp; &nbsp;_&nbsp;Trying to ignore his friends promiscuity, Jacob walked over to the cooler that contained the booze and grabbed a bottle of tequila in each paw. &nbsp;He headed back, stringing his way through the&nbsp;rowdy&nbsp;crowd to where the bear and his 'acquaintances' were sitting.

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; "Hey! &nbsp;Hey Lance!"

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; Lance was too preoccupied, or too drunk, to notice him. &nbsp;He was whispering something into one of the girls' ears. &nbsp;Jacob didn't want to know what.

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; Eventually he just gave up and kicked Lance in the shin to get his attention. 

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&nbsp; &nbsp; It wasn't a hard kick, just some sharp contact to get the bear's attention. &nbsp;Lance though, of course, was Lance. &nbsp;The bear seemed to have&nbsp;forgotten&nbsp;about his earlier request for more booze. &nbsp;He stood up yelling and shoved Jacob back towards the bonfire. &nbsp;To save himself from hitting the flames, Jacob&nbsp;instinctively&nbsp;twisted and&nbsp;flailed&nbsp;his arms. &nbsp;The pair of bottles flew out of his paws and landed in the fire. &nbsp;

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; There was a loud explosion followed by a hot wave of smoky air. &nbsp;Jacob felt the heat wave coming and covered his face with his arms. &nbsp;Half a second later he felt thousands of tiny shards of glass shred through his clothes and rip into his skin. &nbsp;He howled in pain and rage as he felt millions of white hot needles&nbsp;embed&nbsp;themselves into his flesh. &nbsp;There was one last loud pop and the melee was over less than a second before it had started. &nbsp;

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; Jacob turned. &nbsp;He his voice screaming at Lance. &nbsp;He saw everyone staring at him.

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; "What the fuck are you doing!"

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; Then he felt a warm&nbsp;liquid&nbsp;running down the side of his neck. &nbsp;He looked down and reached up to the hot&nbsp;area&nbsp;with his paw. &nbsp;He felt so numb. &nbsp;So fucking numb.

  

_&nbsp; &nbsp;_&nbsp;His paw was covered in blood. &nbsp;It took him a few seconds to realize it was his. &nbsp;He looked up. &nbsp;Everyone was crowded around him. &nbsp;Just staring. &nbsp;_&nbsp;_

  

_&nbsp; &nbsp;_&nbsp;The firelight cast its hellish glow on everything. &nbsp;Jacob could feel his blood dripping out of him...his life ebbing out of him like the tide receding back into the ocean. &nbsp;He sank to his knees. &nbsp;The darkness was&nbsp;surrounding&nbsp;him like he and his friends had surrounded that poor gay kid&nbsp;earlier.

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; Suddenly, Jacob realized he wasn't worried about whether he was going soft or not. &nbsp;He didn't care what Lance, or anyone, thought of him anymore. &nbsp;He just wanted to let that kid know that he was sorry. &nbsp;Sorry for all the times Jacob had picked on him, ridiculed him, and told him he was going to die alone. &nbsp;Just as Jacob was&nbsp;dyeing&nbsp;alone right now. &nbsp;He collapsed to the ground, unable to stay on his knees any longer. &nbsp;He wondered why it had needed to end like this. &nbsp;His eyes slowly closed, and the darkness began to envelop him. &nbsp;Somewhere, someone was screaming. &nbsp;

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; It was&nbsp;strangely&nbsp;peaceful. &nbsp;He only wished he had the chance to tell that Alex kid he was sorry. &nbsp;Jacob wondered if his death would at least give the kid a little respite from all the bullying he had to go to. &nbsp;Bullying Jacob had all to often been a part of. 

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&nbsp; &nbsp; The darkness was almost complete. &nbsp;He could feel the world fading away. &nbsp;Fading away like the morning mists slowly&nbsp;dissolving into nothingness&nbsp;in the morning light. &nbsp;Except there was no light...only nothingness. &nbsp;

  

&nbsp; &nbsp; It was almost relaxing. &nbsp;No more friends, no more parties, no more bullying. &nbsp;He&nbsp;finally&nbsp;gave into it, let the darkness claim him for it's own. &nbsp;He let go of himself, and then drifted away into a sea nothingness. &nbsp;

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Source: https://sofurry.com/s/lmXjzVG1
Part of the series Bonfire Blues(RIP)
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