chapter one new friend
Toma was racing down a side walk. Toma, a 17 year old white male, wearing a white hoodie and black cargo pants, looked behind himself and saw four police cops running after him. He heard them yelling for him to stop but he just kept on running. His heart racing, sweat pouring off his forehead, his legs growing weak. Toma knew he couldn't keep this pace up forever. Quickly thinking he ran off into somebody's yard running behind their house. That move he made gave him a few moments before the cops would turn the corner. Toma saw a wall and decided to jump over it... but the wall was taller than him. Quickly looking around he saw a small hole in the wall, big enough for his foot to fit in. he jammed his foot into the hole and lifted himself over the wall and onto the other side. Toma landed on his back and felt pain surge through him. He wanted to yell in pain but clamped his hand over his mouth before he could. Hearing footsteps run past the wall toma groaned in relief still feeling pain surge through his body. He managed to lift himself up and slowly walk towards a building he saw, a rundown castle. Toma heaved for air as he walked towards the castle, figuring he would camp out there for the night and heal from the whole body injury he received from falling over the wall. Toma walked up to the back door. He knew that nobody was living here cause of the way the castle looked... van quit... no sign of life in sight. He opened the back door and walked in groaning in pain with each step. His groaning echoed off the cold walls as he looked around for something to lay on. There was nothing in sight but a pair of stairs that led up into darkness. Toma looked around and decided to take his chances and go up the stairs. He moaned in pain as each step he took up seemed to kill him little by little. He finally reached the top and collapsed on the floor, yelping in pain. As he laid there he felt a little bit better but the pain was still killing him, he needed to find something soft to lay on . He lifted himself off the floor and continued to walk, hoping to find something to lay on, something soft. He walked past a door and opened it... nothing, a bare empty room. He went through four more doors before come to an end door. Toma opened it and saw a small cot sitting there, calling his name as he stared at it, begging him to lay on it. Toma looked around and didn't see anything else. He went up to the bed and sat down on it, feeling his pain slowly go away. He looked down and sighed... this sucked. A loud growl filled the room and toma's head shot up, looking at the door way. Toma stared at the door, not believing what he was seeing, a creature... a furry creature. Toma stared at the silver furred animal... if it was an animal. It was standing and staring back at toma... growling. Toma saw wolven features on the creature, claws, razor sharp teeth, a tail, two soft looking ears standing at attention, completely white eyes, and muscular build. Toma was staring at a lycan (a.k.a werewolf) and he couldn't believe it. The lycan stopped growling and cocked his head to the left... looking at toma with curious eyes. Toma shifted position and the lycan began to growl again. Toma froze and looked around... but no matter where he looked he felt the Lucan's eyes burning on him. Toma's eyes met with the lycan's again and shivered. Toma thought of something... talk to it.
" eheh... uh... hi I'm... toma..."
The lycan stopped growling and cocked his head to the left again.
" Is this... your bed?.... I'm sorry I'm on it" toma said standing up, groaning in pain.
The lycan lifted a paw and motioned for to toma to come forward. Toma knew what was going to happen... he was going to be eaten alive. Tears filled his eyes as he closed the gap between them. Toma was about 2 feet away when the lycan closed the gap, toma balling up and closing his eyes and waited for something painful to happen. He felt the lycan's furry arms wrap around him and pull him close. Toma opened his eyes and looked at the werewolf.... trying to take in what just happened. As the lycan " hugged " him, one thought came to toma's mind... why wasn't the lycan eating him? The lycan let go of toma and licked his face. Toma chuckled and looked at the werewolf... toma had made a new friend... for some unknown reason.