project wolfsoul: chpt 8: how far would you go?
#8 of project wolfsoul
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How far would you go?
Hours past like a glass sheet through a sieve. We mated the bitches, got collected and went back to England. We were now in transit in the back of the vauxhall. John was worried about me... he's that sort of guy "you alright, man?"
"I'm fine." this was a lie. although I wasn't lying to John though. He knew the truth. I was lying to myself.
"that dog fucked you up pretty bad."
"I KNOW! I WAS THERE!" I snapped. I shouldn't of. The pained look in john's eyes hurt me more than that dog's hard, painful thrusts. I moved over to him and sat next to him "hey, I'm sorry John"
"it's okay... I guess." he paused "but you've really got to chill out. You know?"
"yeah, I know man... I know" I don't know where my temper suddenly came from. But I wish it would go away again. If anyone was to blame it was the bloody scientists. Putting us through all that shit just to get free labour. And yet now. We are going home.
the gates of the smelting plant was opened for the scientists and they drove on in, parking in the car park that had been there long before the scientists had aquired the plant for their own uses. and it was really starting to show. the place really needed to be re tarmaced. but then again i guess it did it's job well enough.
the boot door was opened for us and we jumped out. it had been raining here in england and the wet tarmac soaked my paws as me and john were lead to the scientist's 'office' they walked in and we sat down in the corner. waiting for whatever they would throw at us.
i smiled as a collar with a name tag was placed around my neck, a similar one was placed around john's. I looked at the name tag on john's it had all of Jessica's details on it. Phone number, house number. Anything that could help us get there. An envelope was attached to our collars and we were taken to the gate of the smelting plant and left there. "go on! Off you go. You are no longer of use to us. We have upheld our end of the deal."
I was confused. Weren't they going to help us get home? "now what?" asked John stricken with horrible emotions like confusion and fear.
"I guess we start walking" John gave me that, Are you serious? Look. I motioned towards the lights emitting from a town a few miles away. The plan is. We get to the town. Someone takes pity on us and takes us to Arctic and jess.
"and if the plan doesn't work?" John asked concerned. I stopped walking for a minute. It wasn't like John to be negative about things.
"it will work... if not we'll have to walk a bit further."
John started laughing. "this Arctic chick had better be worth it."
"don't you worry John. She is. She is well worth it." I smiled thinking about Arctic. Yes. I would find her. One day. We'll be together again. And it'll all be worth it. I walked down the road with John humming highway to hell. Life is a train. I plan to ride it all the way.