This is My Story: The Story of Jake Shadow Wolf.
This is Me.
Legalities This story and all the characters are copyrighted to me. With that said, even though it's copyrighted no one try to use any of it without my permission please. It's something really important to me. The following story is a compilation of what some would call fact and others fiction, with that said I'll leave you to decide what's what.
This is me. A young guy with dirty blonde hair, glasses, eyes that change colors, scars all over his body, and who tends to wear a t shirt and jeans. However that's just on the outside. On the inside I'm a complex individual who's been through hell. So I guess I'll give you a short story about the inner me, and what it drives me to do.
When I was really young I was given a choice between three paths. The one furthest to the left was brilliantly lit, so much so that I couldn't see anything down it but I knew that it was pure and easy. The one to the far right was the exact opposite, however it also gave a feeling of things being very easy. Although instead of feeling pure it truly felt like it was corrupt and twisted. I shivered as I looked at it then I studied the path in the middle. It was dimly lit and I could see that the road was uneven, yet it called out to me more than either of the other paths did. I didn't make a decision right away, but the choice kept appearing from year to year. Finally when I was eight I chose the middle path.
Sometimes I think I chose wrong, however most of the time I think it was the right path, no matter how hard it's been. It started with everything in my life seeming to go wrong. My sister ended up hating me, my parents couldn't give a shit about me, and the people I called "friends" really turned out to be fiends in disguise. The only real friend I had was my dog who my sister wrongly named Peach. However she was promptly renamed mean dog by me. She ended up being my only light in a time of darkness, however eventually the darkness swamped that light and I did what many would say was nearly impossible. I prepared to shoot myself. I know what you're probably thinking "You were only eight years old, you didn't know enough about life to make a well thought out decision." Well that's where you are both wrong and right. No I didn't know enough to really end my life, however I did know enough to realize that my life was total shit.
My family never realized it, and I never let on. They probably still don't know it to this day. Then again they also don't seem to have realized I ran away for four years. Probably because of my sister getting pregnant and everything else going on in their lives at the time. Anyway back to me preparing to shoot myself. I took my neighbor's .45 caliber pistol and went into a back alley where I knew no one lived. I sat down near some trashcans and put the gun to my head then prepared to do what would have been my dumbest decision in history. However, as I was about to pull the trigger an old man in rags walked up and asked me "What do you know of life that you can so easily give up yours." I turned the gun on him and said "Stay the fuck away from me or I'll blow your god damn head off." I didn't really mean it, since my hand was shaking so bad if I'd fired I'd have probably missed, and the gun would have flown out of my hands from the recoil.
You don't have to worry about recoil when you're trying to blow your head off, at least not as much as when you're facing down a possible maniac, so I hadn't factored in how it would fuck with my aim. The old man just laughed and sat down at the distance required then said "I'll ask again, what makes you think you know so much about life that your own is worthless?" I shivered and said "That's not what you said before even if it has basically the same meaning." He laughed and said "That proves to me that you are obviously smart enough to realize killing yourself will effect others, so why do you want to?" I looked at him and said "No one cares enough about me that my death would be a big blow."
He laughed grimly and said "That's only what you believe without knowing the truth, as all children are wont to do. You believe what your feelings say instead of thinking with your head. You may not see it, but I bet your family truly loves you." I stared at him lost then he said "I can see in your eyes that you walk a dangerous path, but it should pay off in the end. Do you really want to end it now?" I'd slowly shook my head, then he'd said "Then stop holding it all in and vent on people once in a while." I hadn't realized it, but the longer we talked the lower my gun had fallen. I glanced at it to see it was touching the ground and said softly "I just want to get away from it all. I'm tired of everything!" He sighed and said "Fine then you can stay with me for a while. IF you get tired you can go home. However if you must, you can always come back." I nodded and threw away the gun not thinking about it then followed him to an old construction sight that obviously was never going to be worked on again. I sighed and muttered "Well just shows how these Mexicans hate to work." He slammed me upside the head so hard I saw stars and said "No this is how lazy people are. This is a monument to them in my opinion, don't assume one race is horrible based on what little you know about them."
I nodded and kept my opinions silent from then on when it came to anything, but specifics. As we walked farther into his place I saw five other people. All but two of them at least five or six years older than me. The youngest of them was at least a year older. the eldest a full twelve to twenty. I looked at the old man and he said "I guess you could say this is my family. The man in the business suit is John and the girl next to him is his sister Kelly. The two that don't' look much older than you are Jordan and Lena. The girl who looks about fourteen is Kendra. They've all been staying with me on and off due to their own problems."
Things took a turn for the better from there. The six of us became a family, so that whenever things were rough at home I'd go see the old man. The only thing he told me to call his was "Ray." He never said why, or what it was short for so I never asked. My curiosity may have burned bright back then, but I couldn't give into it and ruin our friendship. I started looking up to Ray as a father figure and the others as older or younger siblings based on their dispositions. Lena, Kelly, and Kendra went from older to younger sisters depending on the day. Jordan always acted younger than me and John always acted older. I didn't mind, it just proved that we were all different people in our own ways. However if anyone messed with one of us, the others usually found out. So after I started living with Ray part time I didn't get bullied near as much, except for the people on my block who would never stop.
I just learned to ignore them, then one day, shortly before I turned nine, my world came crashing down, again. I watched as someone shot Ray and his skull exploded all over John. John told the rest of us to run as a car drove by and gunned him down. The only thing I could think was that if I got to them I could save them both. How Naive I was back then. I just ran into their hands. A van nearly hit me, and the mirror sideswiped my back knocking me to the ground, then it stopped and they pulled me inside. I couldn't see what they looked like, and then felt something pressed over my mouth. I tried to fight or scream and just ended up inhaling whatever was on the cloth. It knocked me out in a matter of minutes.
When I next woke up I was on badly torn cushions by the feel of it, bound, gagged, and blind folded. I blinked wondering what was going on and heard the two who'd kidnapped me talking among themselves. Suddenly they stopped and looked at me then said "Look who's awake. You need the bathroom kid?" I nodded slowly and they pulled the car over to the side of the road. The only reason I knew this was because my side slammed into the side of the van and one of them laughed. I heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh then the one who was driving was chewed out. The one who was talking suddenly stopped and opened the van door. I could smell grass and trees so I knew we weren't in New Mexico anymore. I silently railed against whatever beings controlled the universe and truly wondered for the first time if their was a god.
The travel seemed to go on forever, but after a couple of weeks we ended up at our destination. They threw me out into a large metal room that had a small bed bolted to the wall and a flap in the door. The first three days I was there I refused anything except water. However after the fourth day I realized I wasn't doing anything that was helpful, just harming myself more. After that I started eating and waited to find out what I was there for. On the start of the tenth day the door opened and a man in a tuxedo stood there watching me. I looked at him and said "I don't know why you kidnapped me, I'm not really worth anything to anyone. I'm just an average guy with nothing interesting that can really be said about him."
The man laughed and said softly "You're worth more than you could imagine, but you're right about not being worth anything right now. However with a little work, you can be the creature everyone around the world fears and wants. A super soldier." I laughed and said "What you have some special serum like Captain America? If not then there's no way you can turn a kid into a super soldier." He ignored my comment and said "You're training begins tomorrow, so if you refuse to eat we'll force the food down your throat. You belong to us now, so don't hesitate to tell us if you feel sick or anything." then walked out of the room and slammed the door shut.
I didn't hear the click of it locking and realized I was aloud to come and go as I wished. Me being me I walked out and followed the different halls from my room finding out where they went. One went to a heavily guarded door, another to a shoting range, and the last to the room where everyone was eating. I silently stared on in awe as I saw that most of the people there ranged from my age, to their mid twenties and early thirties. A few were in the later stages of life and seemed to be watching for trouble. I knew they were the ones who I had to look out for so I went back to my room and laid down. I passed out and had a dream of a lone wolf trapped in a net and fighting for it's life to get out until it broke all of it's teeth on the metallic mesh that encased it and starved to death. Then I had a dream of another wolf on a leash biding it's time. I realized this was my mind's way of telling me to cooperate until I'd gained enough trust that I could escape.
When I woke the next morning I was a willing participant in the strict training regime they planned on putting me through. Before I could have breakfast I had to do fifty pushups, and a hundred sit ups. It took me three hours and by the end my stomach was roaring like mad in hunger. My trainer walked me to the food dispersion area and sat down watching me as I ate. I ignored him and focused on eating enough to fill my hunger, but not bloat myself because I had a feeling I'd be working more after this. As soon as I finished he motioned for me to get up then led me to the shooting range where he forced a pistol in my hands and said "Blow the targets head off with three shots, or you get a stripe across the back. Miss with five shots and it's two stripes. Miss with ten and you get a beating, then go to your room without food." He sounded just like he was talking to a dog so I had to resist the urge to turn around and shoot him in the face.
So instead I gripped the pistol tighter and imagined the dummy as him. I blew it's head off with the first shot then aimed at it's groin and started emptying my clip into it. As the body slid forward my keeper laughed and rubbed my head then said "Good now the next target will be out another fifty yards. Manage to blow it's head off on one shot and you don't train in gunmanship until two days from now." I sighed and said softly "How far was the first shot?" He smiled and said "Twenty five yards. Now you'll be shooting at seventy five. However the rules are five shots one stripe, ten shots two, and twenty shots no food, no breakfast tomorrow, a beating before bed, and a beating in the morning." I growled softly and the first round took off the dummy's head then I blew out it's chest with the rest of the clip cursing with every squeeze of the trigger.
He smiled and said "Well you're done here for the day. Now onto endurance training. You'll run our course three times without any breaks. If you fall, you get shocked. If you stop you will be beaten. If you stop again the dogs will be set loose upon you." I raised an eyebrow and said "I'm not afraid of your dogs. I can win them over easier than anyone or anything." then turned and started running the course which primarily consisted of a straight track like at a high-school with hurdles, a climbing wall, and a rope swing. I blinked as I saw that in the pool under the rope swing were some really big fucking fish. I shivered not knowing what they were and completed the first lap of the course. The second was harder because I was tired but I didn't let myself stop worried about what he said involving being beaten and shocked.
During the third one I tripped and was shocked causing me to get up and run just to avoid the pain of it. Then I finished and fell down at my, for lack of a better term, handler's feet. He smiled and said "Good job. Now we'll go get you some dinner, and you can head to your room to sleep." I did as he said without really thinking about it, the only thing going on in my mind was that one day I would see him dead. I ate without tasting the food and ignored anyone who tried to speak to me. Soon the others started treating me as the outcast I was acting like and I became known as the loner. Most of them had their own little groups that they clung to for support, but in my opinion everyone who wasn't planning on leaving was a conspirator to see me break.
The next few weeks continued like that just getting more rigorous and the weapons I was expected to use changing every three or four days after I got head shots on the first round. On the days I didn't have weapons practice I was taught tactics and martial arts. I knew I wouldn't hold onto any of it when I didn't need it anymore, which would be as soon as I left. At the end of the first half of the second month I was sent out on missions to capture or kill different people. I didn't believe it at first until I came back with a bullet wound in my side and a corpse on my back. Then they sent me after other children. I'd become a cold hearted bastard by this point so it didn't bother me until I finished off a family. I had to stare into the eyes of two little kids not much younger than I was and blow their brains out so they wouldn't end up like me. That shattered the ice trapping me and revived the real me.
After two months they transferred me to the research division where I was able to make a few friends. They're names were Crysta, Dust, Scout, Ray, and Johnny. We each had our own animal assigned to us to take care of. I got the unlucky draw when I drew the lizard that spat shit at people, who seemed to like me. After a few weeks I signed up for a strange project that involved getting special injections into my body. Crysta, Dust, and Scout did it to while Johnny was transferred to the intelligence division. Ray was a regular researcher.
The only thing they told us was that the injections were special and contained animal DNA. I didn't care, until about seven or eight weeks into it I started to change. My metabolism was faster, my eyes changed to new colors, my senses were more acute, and my physiology was changing in other ways. After about the third month each of us on the project became more animalistic, and seemed to develop strange traits that brought out our inner beast. Throughout all this I was having dreams of finally being free, only to die. That dream came true after a lab explosion killed most of those who'd signed up for the same project as Crysta, Dust and I. Ray and I used this as a chance to escape and were followed. As we ran something pierced my chest causing everything to go dark and I fell.
I found myself in complete blackness until a figure in a white robe walked up and asked "Would you like to change the destiny you've set for yourself? Only you can change it, event he gods themselves will not interfere with this." Then they waved their hand and revealed the three paths again. I knew if I changed I'd never have a chance to continue, so I shook my head and found myself being dragged by Ray. When he saw I was alive he smiled then coughed up a stream of blood. He fell to his knees by a stream and told me to finish him because only one of us could escape and the other had to draw them away. I pleaded with him to not make me. However he refused and finally I did what I thought I'd never be forced to do. He thanked me as I shot him then I rolled him into the river and followed his body downstream before crossing it and changing clothes. I stole a woman's perfume with the clothes and coated myself in it to disguise my scent then stayed away from human habitation for a few months. Finally I ended up in a clearing with nothing but a torn shirt, shorts that had once been pants, and a single piece of moldy bread that was left over from a loaf I'd stolen a few weeks ago.
I finished it and heard someone or something crying. No matter how much pain I was still in from what I'd done to Ray, I still couldn't let others suffer. I followed the sound until I saw what looked like a horse standing by what the locals called a sacred lake from what I remembered. I walked out and the figure turned to me then asked "Could you help make the burn go away." I started to ask what she meant when a smell that made me think of purity assaulted my nose. I still can't remember what it exactly was, but I know it gave the beast within full control. I slipped off my shorts and shirt and studied the young female who gave me so much interest. I realized that though she looked like a horse she had a horn, a lion's tail, and cloven hooves. She moved her tail out of the way and the scent assaulted my nose awakening in me a feeling I couldn't understand at the time.
I slowly walked up to her and took a long sniff then lined my cock up with her velvet tunnel and suddenly thrust into her deeply following my instincts. She let out a whinny of pleasure and pain as I broke through the barrier in her sex and started thrusting harder and faster. She whinnied and bent her legs a bit, as I started going more erratically and my sack tightened up. She whinnied again and orgasmed around my cock then I released my load deep into her bowels. I pulled out when I was spent then stared down at myself and said "What the hell did I just do?" She laughed softly and said "It's your first time too?" I nodded and muttered "My lust got a hold of me, sorry maam." She shook that comment off and said "Thank you for helping me with my heat. If there's anything one of my kind can ever do for you, let me know." I nodded and ran a hand through her main ending up with a few loose hairs which I rapped around my wrist.
Suddenly I heard someone or something snort in anger and the sound of hooves charging at me. I pushed her into the water without asking her name and ran to a nearby tree then climbed up it at the last second as a male unicorn rushed at me with his head pointed where my crotch would be. I broke a branch while I was in the tree, then jumped down and slammed him upside the head with it. I hit him until he stopped moving then I was surrounded by several more unicorns or whatever they were. I blinked and dropped the branch then said "I see, so this is how a guy is treated for being with a girl in a new way." The unicorns stared at me and I said softly "All I did was helped someone who said they were in pain. With that said I can't say anything else." The prodded me in the back and forced me to walk to a clearing where several of there kind were watching me.
One of them commented on the fact that I didn't smell like a virgin, but nor did I smell like a normal person who had had sex. I blinked confused and one of them said "He smells like a beast, yet like one of us." I was still confused until they said "Why did you rape her?" I stared at them and said "I have never committed rape in my life. If I had I'd kill myself shortly after." They stared at me surprised then the unicorn who I'd helped, and who's silver ichor stained my legs said softly "I asked him to help me and he did. It wasn't rape." The rest of them stared at her then her dam walked up and said "Why Lily?" She explained slowly then more and more stared at me surprised. When it was over they said simply "You may leave to the north, but we go to the south." I nodded and kept walking north till I ended up in a small town on the edge of New York State.
From there I made my way to New York where both my inner beast and my inner light were reached. That however is not something I care to share other than that I was raped in a back alley one night, and nearly castrated another. However it was where I found out I wanted to become a racer and a mechanic. I traveled back south to Vegas where I became learned from the best, then ended up in Arkansas at a place called the track. That's where I had my first love and my first heartbreak. Her name was Tianna. She was the entire world to me, as she grew from a pipsqueak into my equal in just about everything. Eventually we had a fight, and I nearly watched her die. I blamed myself and separated with her hoping to save her from more. I stayed there for three years learning what alcohol, and drugs did to a young guy, then I left.
After that I returned home, and the beast became dormant. Then I fell in love again and again, and broke hearts again and again. I died again on my way to my old place it was drowning. I was crossing a river and it started raining and I drowned. This time the figure wore a black cloak and asked "Do you wish to continue this path when it takes you to where you will hurt even more of those you love?" I nodded and the figure slowly faded. Then I died again on a golf course from lightning strikes. The first killed me and destroyed the bullet in my chest, the other revived me. It was a miracle and a curse. I found myself facing someone I'd never seen yet knew like my own life. She smiled and said "You poor boy, I understand what you're going through but please don't change your path. I know it will get harder, but believe me the light will increase. So please bear with it." I nodded and the darkness faded, but I continued dreaming of the girl until today.
Along the way I saw more things that just made no sense in a rational world and yet made complete sense to me. I laughed at myself thinking they were flights of fancy, until the creatures, of the group I now thought of as the agency, finally caught up to me. I ended up killing them but only after being bitten in the arms and legs. A friend helped me out, and another got me home fully healed. Then my family moved to Arkansas. I was amazed, and eventually I met my X again. We tried dating a few more times then finally gave up. After that I dated around, and finally found a group I could call my own.
The people of Sofurry became my friends and Family starting with Dash and Cash and ending with my friend V. You may or may not believe my story, and if not so what. This is me, a man who has only recently become an adult but has had a life that would make many adults blanch. A man who's life is still ahead of him yet feels as if he's already lost everything and gained a new life. This is my story, the story of Jake Shadow Wolf.
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This Is Me.