You promised.... (Teaser)
#2 of You promised...
_AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first real attempt at a story in several years. I AM planning on continuing this. I am working on it as we speak. I posted this simply as a teaser, or fishing for opinions and reviews. I am also looking for a beta reader, so if anyone is interested please contact me. For the moment, please R & R. _
. Fresh, untouched snow covered the ground, shining under the bright crescent moon in the sky. It was a beautiful night, calm crisp and clear. Without warning, wailing sirens shattered that calm. At the intersection of two back country roads, lay two heaps of twisted metal, lit by the spotlight of the sheriffs department car that was pulled alongside the road; red and blue lights flashing in the night sky. An ambulance was rapidly approaching in the distance with it's distinctive wail growing quickly louder.
But not quickly enough, to one 17 year old, silver fox. He knelt in the middle of the road, blood quickly turning his silver fur red, from a gash on his head. But he didn't notice the pain, or the hot blood soaking his fur. He didn't notice the silent tears that were soaking into his face, or how they blurred his vision. All of his attention was focused on the wolf he now knelt over, stroking the side of his face. The wolf was on his back, arm bent at an unnatural angle, blood from numerous gashes and cuts rapidly matting his dark fur. He was silent, eyes closed. Unmoving, safe for the subtle, yet strained rise and fall of his chest.
The sheriff deputy lay a firm paw on his shoulder, squeezing, pulling him upright. He didn't resist, his mind blank from shock, and panic. Only one thought in his head. The name of his wolf. Terry.... Terry... Terry... He didn't even notice the paramedic, an older raccoon, giving him a gentle examination. He barely blinked as a bright light shined in his eyes, testing for reaction. He didn't do anything at all, staring straight ahead, unable to fathom what had occurred.
Outside of his stupor, paramedics were lifting the critically injured wolf onto a stretcher. Police and firefighers were desperately working on the other twisted pile of metal that had been, until a few minutes prior- a car. Working to pull the driver out, while an empty bottle of liquor lay, miraculously unbroken next to the vehicle. Persistent shouting, following by a loud and steady, but decidedly weak beeping noise was finally able to grab his attention. He slowly turned his glazed eyes toward the ambulance, and they slowly focused on the form that lay on the stretcher that was being lifted inside, accompanied by more paramedics. The sight of his wolf, Terry, on that stretcher, unconscious, was enough to finally shake him out of his shocked state.
He collapsed to his knees again, head down, sobbing uncontrollably, crying out his name, over and over, his small shoulders jerking with the strength of his misery, his head shaking in a gesture of no. Terry couldn't leave him... He couldn't.... Thoughts of his wolf only renewed his sobs, tears dropping onto the freezing pavement. His body shook, wracked with tremors brought on by the cold and the tears. He was barely aware as a blanket was draped over his shoulders, and he was lifted up, and placed in another ambulance, a pair of slim arms wrapped around him, as comforting words and "shh"s were whispered in his ear. He leaned into the embrace, and was barely aware of the slight prick of pain in his arm, as a needle was injected and pulled out. The world wavered slightly, and he felt himself slipping away into darkness. The last thought that went through his mind before the world went blank was _You promised you would never leave... Terry...." _