"Can't border patrol wait?" Hutch said to himself as he stirred from his deep sleep. It was another average dia for him: Patrol the border, Hunt, denunciar the day's findings, and many more. It was a everyday rut for him, he was dug in a rut which had no end in sight. "Might as well get it over with." Hutch got up and stretched his muscles which were sore from yesterdays duties. "That tussle with the coyote yesterday sure did it to me." Hutch Said in a irritated tone, the coyote which he had to deal with yesterday gave him a run around he hadn't had in years. Hutch started to walk out of the antro, den for his first duty of the day: Border patrol. But as he started within the first few steps of the border, his muscles were already burning him badly from being sore. "UGH!...Can-do can take border patrol today!" He said as he turned and mad his way to Eve and Winston's den. The walk in itself was tiring but he managed the make it to the den. Winston and Eve were talking when he said "Winston".
Winston walked over "What is it?" He asked
"Sir, I can't do border patrol today, I'm too sore." Hutch said.
"Hmm..I see, I'll have Can-do fill in for you" Winston replied
"Thanks you, sir" Hutch said giving a approving bow of his head.
Hutch began to to turn to leave the antro, den when Winston said suddenly "I'm giving you double duties tomorrow though to make up for the work time you are taking off."
Hutch was surprised, Winston had never given him double work time! And besides, he RARELY took any time off, so this came as a surprise to him.
"But..Sir I'm hurt! I can't w-"
Winston interrupted him abruptly "No buts, we are very tight on Betas right now, and this is a bad summer time drought, so I don't want to hear it."
Hutch was irritated "Sir I'm not making up work for something I can't control!" Hutch had anger problems, though you couldn't tell from first glance.
"I'm sorry but that's the way it is, now go!" Winston said in a assertive and firm voice.
Hutch was mad now " NO! I'm not working double time!"
Eve, tired of the situation, interrupts "That is enough Hutch!"
"Can it, Eve!" Hutch was baring his teeth and growling at Winston, He was not going to stand for it!
"Hutch, I'm warning you..." Winston said. "BRING. IT." Hutch said his voice was abnormally deep now. "You asked for it, don't say I didn't warn you" Winston said followed por a whistle. A alpha lobo walks in...it was Garth "Yes?" Garth asked. "Deal with Hutch please, I'm not in a good mood right now." Winston said.
"Yes sir" Garth said walking up behind Hutch "Lets go, Hutch" Garth said firmly as he walks up further behind Him "...I said lets g-" Suddenly, Hutch looks are Garth with very strange eyes and grins at him with shark-like teeth. Suddenly, Hutch makes a quick swipe of his claws at Garth. Garth slowly falls over onto his side with a deep cut right through his neck. Hutch speaks, but his voice was shockingly deep and...demonic! "Pitiful! He wasn't worthy of a
fight! If you can call that one..." Hutch looks at Winston and Eve who are both shocked. "Aw..What's a matter? lobo got your tongue?!" He said with a sly, evil grin on his face. Eve was lost in his appearance mais less what just happened! Hutch looked VERY intimidating. His facial markings changed, his eyes changed and his voice changed. Also, his body got even mais muscular than it was before. Eve, surprisingly, had a scared look written on her face!
"Any of you send any mais lobos after him, I'll kill all of them. DON'T TRY ME! GOT IT?!"
They both quickly nod. "GOOD" Hutch says as he begins to walk out of the den. "oh, and I would start digging..." He says as he points to Garth, who died of blood loss from the cut to the throat. Hutch ran back into the antro, den and stood there. "This will be fun.." he says as he goes back to normal....Hutch stood there back to his senses. What just happened? What took control of him? he though. He then heard whispers in hiss head but he couldn't under stand what they were saying. Then, a demonic voice talked to him! "Hello Hutch, You don't know me but I know you" The voice said "I'm a little thing that possessed you when you were born." Hutch was stunned "Why me?" He said "Why did you choose me?"
"You were the perfect wolf: Strong looking, determined, and a very big on in terms of body size. PERFECT for me" the voice said with a chuckle. Hutch was still confused. "Also..." The voice continued " Because of when you were born, You were born on June 6th, 2006...That's 666..the devil's number. And the time you were born, at 12:00 AM...the witching hour." the voice concluded. Hutch was shocked por what he was hearing! Hutch spoke up "B...What are you capable of?...Why did you come out now?"
"I came out now because it was the perfect timing...I come out when you are angry..it fuels my power. And I am capable of this!" A sudden pain goes through Hutch's neck. "OW!!" Hutch yelped "And this!!" A sharp pain goes through his groin and stomach area. "OK I get it!!" Hutch yelled. "Good" The voice said making the pain go away. "Just do what I say and you will be fine." The voice said leaving his mind and soon his thoughts were silent.
Hutch stood there silently, still taking in everything. "Great..." Hutch says noticing the blood on his paw. "......Even better" He says sarcastically. The sun was lowering in the sky and he decided to lay down. "Wonder what tomorrow brings me..it I live to see tomorrow" Hutch says as he slowly drifts off to sleep.
Winston walked over "What is it?" He asked
"Sir, I can't do border patrol today, I'm too sore." Hutch said.
"Hmm..I see, I'll have Can-do fill in for you" Winston replied
"Thanks you, sir" Hutch said giving a approving bow of his head.
Hutch began to to turn to leave the antro, den when Winston said suddenly "I'm giving you double duties tomorrow though to make up for the work time you are taking off."
Hutch was surprised, Winston had never given him double work time! And besides, he RARELY took any time off, so this came as a surprise to him.
"But..Sir I'm hurt! I can't w-"
Winston interrupted him abruptly "No buts, we are very tight on Betas right now, and this is a bad summer time drought, so I don't want to hear it."
Hutch was irritated "Sir I'm not making up work for something I can't control!" Hutch had anger problems, though you couldn't tell from first glance.
"I'm sorry but that's the way it is, now go!" Winston said in a assertive and firm voice.
Hutch was mad now " NO! I'm not working double time!"
Eve, tired of the situation, interrupts "That is enough Hutch!"
"Can it, Eve!" Hutch was baring his teeth and growling at Winston, He was not going to stand for it!
"Hutch, I'm warning you..." Winston said. "BRING. IT." Hutch said his voice was abnormally deep now. "You asked for it, don't say I didn't warn you" Winston said followed por a whistle. A alpha lobo walks in...it was Garth "Yes?" Garth asked. "Deal with Hutch please, I'm not in a good mood right now." Winston said.
"Yes sir" Garth said walking up behind Hutch "Lets go, Hutch" Garth said firmly as he walks up further behind Him "...I said lets g-" Suddenly, Hutch looks are Garth with very strange eyes and grins at him with shark-like teeth. Suddenly, Hutch makes a quick swipe of his claws at Garth. Garth slowly falls over onto his side with a deep cut right through his neck. Hutch speaks, but his voice was shockingly deep and...demonic! "Pitiful! He wasn't worthy of a
fight! If you can call that one..." Hutch looks at Winston and Eve who are both shocked. "Aw..What's a matter? lobo got your tongue?!" He said with a sly, evil grin on his face. Eve was lost in his appearance mais less what just happened! Hutch looked VERY intimidating. His facial markings changed, his eyes changed and his voice changed. Also, his body got even mais muscular than it was before. Eve, surprisingly, had a scared look written on her face!
"Any of you send any mais lobos after him, I'll kill all of them. DON'T TRY ME! GOT IT?!"
They both quickly nod. "GOOD" Hutch says as he begins to walk out of the den. "oh, and I would start digging..." He says as he points to Garth, who died of blood loss from the cut to the throat. Hutch ran back into the antro, den and stood there. "This will be fun.." he says as he goes back to normal....Hutch stood there back to his senses. What just happened? What took control of him? he though. He then heard whispers in hiss head but he couldn't under stand what they were saying. Then, a demonic voice talked to him! "Hello Hutch, You don't know me but I know you" The voice said "I'm a little thing that possessed you when you were born." Hutch was stunned "Why me?" He said "Why did you choose me?"
"You were the perfect wolf: Strong looking, determined, and a very big on in terms of body size. PERFECT for me" the voice said with a chuckle. Hutch was still confused. "Also..." The voice continued " Because of when you were born, You were born on June 6th, 2006...That's 666..the devil's number. And the time you were born, at 12:00 AM...the witching hour." the voice concluded. Hutch was shocked por what he was hearing! Hutch spoke up "B...What are you capable of?...Why did you come out now?"
"I came out now because it was the perfect timing...I come out when you are angry..it fuels my power. And I am capable of this!" A sudden pain goes through Hutch's neck. "OW!!" Hutch yelped "And this!!" A sharp pain goes through his groin and stomach area. "OK I get it!!" Hutch yelled. "Good" The voice said making the pain go away. "Just do what I say and you will be fine." The voice said leaving his mind and soon his thoughts were silent.
Hutch stood there silently, still taking in everything. "Great..." Hutch says noticing the blood on his paw. "......Even better" He says sarcastically. The sun was lowering in the sky and he decided to lay down. "Wonder what tomorrow brings me..it I live to see tomorrow" Hutch says as he slowly drifts off to sleep.
me as a kid
Well guys I'm back and I guess I'll add to another story because I've completely forgotten where I was going with HIM(The Humphrey in Me), Goodbye Pack, and the Brotherhood. So what I will do is start from scratch and make a new thing which sort of involves wolves....They're werewolves.....And it's for a mangá I am actually deciding to create and might get published. (Have a artist as a friend....long story.) But since my pack here loves me...I thought it would be a good idea....But I want to know what you brothers and sisters have to say....I don't mind if you don't want me to...It's just easier because with each story I get feedback and I get better and better! So comment with your thoughts...I really really would appreciate it ^.^
Chief Petty Officer John-117
I was on my way to a beach. Yeah I know right? A beach. A half an hora from anywhere. There was a house there that my dad said we had to live in now. Before this 5 dia drive, his buisness of a camping system burned down. We could not afford the house, so we had to move.
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh comida was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and said nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh comida was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and said nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)
