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Hey guys im SOOOOOO sorry its been so long and its gunna be long again but my real life stuff keeps adding up :/ and i have to take more hours at work because i have a lease on a car and gas and stuff and all that :P but yeah, heres 22! enjoy!

Chap 22

Kyle woke with a start when his phone's alarm went off just too his right on the floor. Carefully he stretched his arm down and grabbed it, killing the offending sound. The English language didn't have a word strong enough to express his hate of mornings, already his eyes fluttered closed and after a minimum effort to fight it off, he was asleep again. Thankfully this happened often and he prepared for it, repeating the process once more and then on the third alarm he finally sat up to try and maintain consciousness. Only when he was sure he was truly awake did he de-activate his other three alarms.

Kyle reeeeally hated mornings.

It was odd though, he had done this all his post elementary school life yet it seemed strange. This was the first time his phone woke him up without any feeling in his legs. It was a strange realization, one of those that you know for a fact will happen previously but your body doesn't seem to acknowledge it until it actually happens. There was no way to prepare to those kinds of realizations.

He removed his covers, which he must have grabbed in his sleep, and reached for his chair. He adjusted himself and made it in then made his way to the bathroom, all the while thinking. He was returning to school today. People would see him in his weakness and he feared two things logically.

First were the bullies. Kids could be assholes; he had seen some of the really asshole-ish ones kick out crutches. Sure you couldn't exactly kick out an entire chair, but quite honestly they could simply wheel his chair away and leave him stranded... Thankfully he had Quinn, but still, it was a terrifying thought that he was so much more vulnerable now.

Secondly he feared all the suck ups. Kyle didn't try and fool himself with the idea that he was popular, or that even a handful of kids cared enough about him to talk; so he knew that anyone who tried to help him around really were just pity friends. Pity was the last thing he wanted. Kyle didn't need their help, if they had wanted to be friends beforehand, they should have said something, now was too late so he already knew who to avoid.

It was going to be tough for sure. Just like now at that immediate moment. Kyle stared into the bathroom and sighed out loud, almost groaning. It was a very small room with a shower, toilet and sink. It had all the necessities for a full bathroom, but none of the room for a comfortable one. Were he on legs Kyle could have taken a piss and washed his hands at the same time. There also wasn't a rail by the toilet. He eyed the shower curtains, joking tossing around the idea of using those, or even the toilet paper ring, but he knew he would have to shimmy.

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Kyle pouted as Quinn rolled him along the sidewalk, his fresh new clothes and handicap frustrating him. He didn't blame her, but he sounded like he did when she was changing him. It was embarrassing to no end that his childhood friend needed to strip him down to his boxers and put new pants on. Worse off Kyle knew he did need the help; it was difficult enough with assistance let alone without it.

He also needed is mom home soon, the washer and dryer were in the basement and all of his things were upstairs. He knew he could ask Quinn, but he didn't want her to do EVERYTHING for him. But for now his thoughts shifted to school and the people in it. The principle would most likely call him into his office and explain what would be different and the same, something encouraging and half assed, the pre-written addresses that made them seem robotic.

"Are you still pouting down there grumpy gills?" Quinn asked with a strange amount of cheer in her voice, "You knew you'd have to come back to school eventually right?" She teased. It was nice seeing her happy, the old Quinn beat the sad one any day of the week.

But her words cut a bit deeper than intended. Kyle had been awaiting school and dreading it all the same. Duke's directions on what to do before they met again rang in his head like a mighty bell. School, Parents, Swings. A three step plan, a mighty request that seemed daunting before it also seemed cruel. Kyle had a deep seated desire to see Duke again. Quinn had already explained the Grey's had left town, but Kyle still held on to his sliver of hope. He had promised, and Duke wasn't the type to break promises.

"Yeah yeah, I'm just peeved that you changed my pants," he half lied, still not having explained his intentions to see Duke or the...kiss.

The kiss still stuck in his mind, and although Quinn was the least judgmental person on earth he didn't want to have to deal with that or any other even slight changes to how the world saw him. He had enough to deal with in that department. But it was still Quinn, he would tell her eventually, just...when things calmed down and Duke left.

Kyle had not given up on Duke, but he also saw no real reason for the boy to stick around. Family was family and the Greys were incredibly close; there was no way Kyle could ever see Duke leaving them for an extended period of time. That said Kyle didn't believe Duke had left town either. Despite Quinn's assurance the Duke had not been in school, and that Quinn had tried ringing their bell with no response.

"Get over it!" His friend cried with a bit of laughter, "I've seen you swim naked, its nothing more than that okay?"

"Yeah but you were touching, not looking Quinn!" The boy replied in a bit of outrage, he wasn't taking it as seriously as he let on, but he hated feeling weak. "Let's just not talk about it. Anything big happen in school while I was away?" He attempted to change the subject.

Luckily Quinn let it go, even if it was difficult for her. "Nothing much to report, Mrs Lawson left on maternity leave and Alison Chest-ico finally got dumped," she stated, using Alison's mock name and reporting on her with a noticeable amount of pep.

"Not a fan of Nestico are you?" Kyle asked with a grin, all too aware she and Quinn went WAAAY back as rivals.

"What was your first hint?" she grinned.

"You might as well be getting a women boner over her misery. It's poking me in the back." Kyle replied quickly, not even sure where the line came from. The two sat in silence for a brief moment; Quinn stopped moving and then burst into pure laughter.

The girl paused in wheeling him and Kyle heard her fall into the glass to his right before he saw her, but he laughed too. "Where the hell did that bit of genius come from?!" she cried, eyes closed in pure laughter, "I'm-I'm sorry I was poking you! Hahaha!"

Kyle wheeled around to face her, "It was getting uncomfortable!" he declared, laughing at both what had come from his mouth and his friend's over-reaction. Then they both stopped, a loud and brief howl escaping the woods from their right.

"What the fuck was that...?" Quinn breathed, serious as cancer, shooting up from the ground and immediately moving Kyle away, "It sounded like a fucking dog."

Kyle stopped the wheels beneath him, staring back at roughly where the sound had escaped. "What if it's hurt?" Why he cared he didn't know. It could have been anything; the sound though attracted his full attention. He recalled the night he 'played' with Duke, the eyes in the woods, the monster. He recalled the strange kid who grabbed him before Finn shot him. Then his mind wandered and started to feel a bit tired.

"Kyle we have to go to school," Quinn insisted behind him.

"What if it's hurt?" Kyle repeated, looking into the dying wood.

"What if it isn't? What if it's just hungry?" With that she started dragging him along down the street, Kyle was too dazed to do much to resist. "What if it's hurt..." she grumbled, "What if you get hurt more? Jesus think for once...you're so fucking nice..." she cursed.

Kyle hardly heard her as his mind tried to regain its focus.

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Duke finally held Danny's neck in his maw, teeth sharp and poised to kill. The smaller wolf fought back, but only a little before whimpering. It had been a long game of chase since that morning, it had to be at least noon by now and Duke was getting tired of Danny's evasion.

'Change back!' Duke instructed mentally, pushing as much authority as he could into the demand. For obvious reasons he was beyond pissed.

The wolf beneath him got the message, his eyes already rounding, his fur shedding off, his tail retracting. It was always slightly disturbing watching a change occur either way, but Duke didn't stop focusing until he held soft human flesh in his powerful jaw.

'Danny this has to stop!'

The boy was crying, "You're telling me! I'm fighting for us and you're fighting to stop it! End the suffering and just accept me! I love you!" It was still a bit hard to hear, Duke knew Danny was his fault...he still felt sorry, but he felt more love for Kyle. The boy slowly raised an arm to Duke's torso, feeling over it, "Still my strong alpha..."

'Stop it. You're better than this.' It was true; out of all the guys Duke had messed around with Danny was the most stable. If he were being honest Duke always went for the disturbed and the down trodden because they were easy prey. His family never stayed long so he had to get action where he could. Danny on the other hand was just sad. He was rich, strong, smart, he was just sad because his cousin had died. Truthfully if Duke had been told one of his ex-playthings...partners...were coming back for vengeance he would have bet on Danny.

"WE were better than this, then you had to leave and you didn't even take me!" Danny burst out, his face growing harsh, but then it was drowned out by sad tears, "I'm sorry, I love you, I just...you make it so hard sometimes." He smiled like Duke wasn't a twitch away from slicing his throat, "Kyle makes it harder..."

Duke growled inching his jaw closed and making Danny strain to keep the fangs from his vulnerable body. 'Leave him the hell alone. He doesn't deserve this! Any of it!'

"And I do? I deserve this!?" Duke let up a little, "Look, Duke, let's get real here okay?" Danny instructed, "You're not going to kill me. You just aren't, you don't have it in you to kill someone who you love and feel responsible for. I don't feel that for Kyle. I just want to say I'm not going to hurt you; I'm not going to hurt anyone but Kyle, understand? I won't break any laws, I won't even have someone else do it and take the blame." The human boy smiled, "And you're fine with that, you still love me and I'm going to prove it."

Duke hesitated; most of what he said was making sense. He couldn't do it...not to a human. It had been a mistake on his part making Danny change back. Duke never wanted to take a human life again. It took a car passing by to their left to snap him from his little pause.

'How do you intend to prove something that's false?'

"By walking away alive," the boy dared, already starting to sit up, "You're going to let me walk away because you can't kill me. You still love me and I know it."

That's when Duke heard the boom of a gun. His face exploded in pain, unimaginable pain. He let out a cry of pure agony, dropping to the ground and clenching his face, or at least what was left of it. An instinctual shriek escaped his mouth before he could help it.

"No!" He heard Danny scream, although he sounded far away with Duke's now destroyed ear drums. "You bastard what have you done!?" This wasn't good, Danny had a snarl in his voice, Duke already sensed a change and only now did he smell the human. He must have been downwind... "I'll kill you!"

'Danny no!' Duke cried out in his head, his body making much more pathetic sounds. He loved the regenerative powers of a werewolf, but replacing or mending big things like chunks of skin or bone hurt like a bitch. He could feel his spirit seeking homeostasis of the physical body, the inner power ejecting what felt like a slug from what felt like his jaw. The sinews moved the bone fragments; the spirit mending them with excess proteins from his body. Duke cried out, still trying to focus on what Danny was doing, as he felt his inner self shave bone material from every other surface, equally distributing his current bone density until he took in more sustenance later.

Finally his eye socket reformed allowing his eyes to regenerate as well just in time to see Danny ripping limbs from a tall man. What he was doing there Duke hadn't a clue, but the man must have been excited to have saved the life of a little boy about to be killed. That is, until the boy became the beast and ended him. Duke had to look away, still screaming inwardly at the pain of healing, his legs refusing to stand up just yet despite his protests.

He gagged on the smell of salt and iron, his nose returning to him. It was always strange, in the old days Werewolves were said to be mindless killers, but that only happened when they had human blood. The odd part being that human blood was in no way appealing for wolves from the start, so why someone would continue to drink it was limited to absolute necessity of survival. IT would have to be the last thing for miles and miles in every direction before Duke would even consider choking it down again.

The healing had only taken about forty agonizing seconds, but Duke finally stood up. Danny was gone and the man was a red puddle. Duke didn't even want to know what had happened to the remains. He howled in anger, the future attempted killer of his Mate was in his jaws! And he couldn't take the kill... The wolf gulped, looking at the stain that had been a human being just moments before. He had to be ready to kill Danny; this could NOT be all that would be left of his mate... Danny needed to be stopped. No more chances. Duke took off after Danny's scent.

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Kyle found himself in the band room yet again during lunch, it wasn't in use so was very quiet and away from people. He had only been half right and gladly so. Out of his two predicted personages, only the Suck ups had shown themselves, but man was there an ocean of them. Girls and guys, most of them wouldn't have given him the time of day before the chair now clamoured to be around him. It had been a lot to handle, but he DID promise Quinn he would at least be civil, so he calmly and with a lot of inner panic, fled the cafeteria with his bagged lunch.

He hadn't been there since Duke pointed out he was leaving, it seemed almost poetic he return to this spot when dealing with the steps to see Duke again. Four weeks he had been in the hospital, it was Halloween soon, already decorations were going up and families left Jack-o-Lanterns out for the sake of the season.

Kyle let out a breath of relief, it was nice to get quiet, his head still hurt but at least it was silent now. He quietly ate his lunch, not really thinking about anything but his mom and the park. The two extra steps to seeing Duke. It was becoming near obsessive he realized, but still it was all that he could think about at the moment. He looked up at the clock, the time was twenty after twelve.

He pulled out his cell phone and punched in a number, calling up his cousin.

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A dark haired boy walked calmly down the halls, following the scent of his prey. Luckily the boy had done him the kindness of isolating himself. He took calm, careful, evil steps, taking in the feeling of it all. He smelled like bleach, but it didn't really bother him at the moment. Humans were harder to track than wolves so he was going to stay that way.

"Hey Maddie? Yeah it's Kyle," he heard in the next room, his ears and nose still lupine as too ensure nothing would go wrong, "Yeah I know it's been a while...how have you been?"

It was kind of a shame really his last call would be something so meaningless. He didn't like Kyle, but Danny still thought his prey would be...more. It had been while he spent the time hunting that he wanted...more of a fight in the end! A struggle now that he had waited four god damned weeks since effing up the first attempt.

"No, not much has been happening here...yes that means a lot has been happening." Kyle groaned, Danny getting closer and closer, the hallways echoing with dozens of footsteps behind him.

"I miss you too, I'm doing fine though I promise, just trying to escape the hysteria in school...yes I'm being nice, Jesus you're just like Quinn." Danny's hand fell on the door knob to the old band room, he gave it a satisfying turn as the door clicked open and he slowly entered. "Yeah it's all okay," Kyle continued, not really looking up at the boy.

The door closed behind Danny alone, the boy knowing his accomplices were just there. He wanted this little talk to go as smoothly as possible. Patient as a priest he waited for Kyle to finally take notice of his presence and look up. The look on the kids face was worth it.

"I'll call you back...yeah, okay...bye." He finished the call, still looking at Danny with a disturbed and surprised look, "You!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, me."

"How I...I don't understand what...who are you!? Why were you...what did you do at...?" It was amusing watching his struggle, if a bit annoying. How Duke could want this...this...pile of incompetence was beyond him.

"I'll explain if you shut up," he answered, priestly-ness gone, "I'd ask you to sit but...you know."

"Fuck you," Kyle retorted, annoyed.

"That was rude. Anyway, Kyle, I'm here because you stole something very important to me and I want it back." It had sounded right when Danny had run over the talk in his head. He couldn't let his emotions run, or his control over his 'friends' in the hall would dissipate.

"I didn't steal anything," Kyle replied lazily.

"Let me finish."

"No I'm not going to let you finish, this is bull shit, what did you have to do wi..."

"Let me finish!" He boomed, silencing the human. "Good, now back to what I was saying," he continued, going back to his practiced bit. "You stole something from me, and unfortunately you can't just give it back, it has to be taken." He started walking around slowly again, not toward Kyle but at an angle like he was going to circle all the way around the boy in the chair. "I had a good life ahead of me with someone very dear to me and you took him. Now...here's the part where you understand very little, but I want to say it anyway, just hush up until I'm finished."

Kyle stared at the boy with a terror and hate in his eyes. He had something to do with the shooting. Kyle just knew it. Kyle also knew, with no evidence or even a hint he was talking about Duke. "Duke?" he asked, just for confirmation, the word barely slipping from his lips. He felt a fearful pressure around him, a heavy weight of discomfort that threatened to end him if he let up. His head was killing him and his eyes were on the verge of watering. This boy...this simple boy terrified him more than anything else ever had.

"Yes...Duke," he answered, "He means a lot to me whether I like it or not." He said calmly, as-a-matter-of-factly even. "I can't think of anything else but that boy no matter how hard I try. It's PAINFUL to not be around him, it's pure AGONY to have him walk away from me. He consumes my entire being and I am NOTHING without him, do you understand? And you took his attention. You are his reason; you are why I can't get closer and that why I'm here Kyle because you stole my reason to live anymore." There was a subtle hate and rage in his voice that still came off as great flames of emotion. Those flames kept Kyle silent and still, but they didn't dry his fearful tears.

"Can you imagine it Kyle? Devotion so deep and...necessary you have thought of nothing else for months. I dream of him, I eat knowing its energy so I can get closer to him, I steal knowing I need what I can buy with it to reach that end with him. I can't do anything without him and I'm SICK of it." Danny hissed, pausing, if only for a moment. "I want to be with him so hopefully it goes away." He admitted, tears on his own face, "I want a God damn second that isn't only about Duke. I want that stability so my mind knows it okay to remember my family... Kyle I can't even SEE them in my head anymore. I see Duke. I want him so much...it hurts to be without him..."

Kyle and the strange boy held gazes for a while until Kyle finally managed words, "So...what's going on?"

The kid laughed a demented little laugh, "Ha-ha Kyle...Kyle I need you gone. Believe me or not, Duke is still in town, I need him to know I'm the only choice."

Kyle's eyes went wide, "It was you...you told Finn to shoot me... you want to kill me." He barely managed to breathe out.

"Bingo."

Kyle dashed as fast as his arms would move the wheels. He had to get away from this psycho! He wasn't safe! No one even knew where he was! "HELP!" he screamed his throat sore and parched, "HEEELP!" He wasn't even half way across the room when the door opened. There was a fraction of a second where Kyle felt relief, a time so minute it hardly deserved mention. His face dropped once more into one of total despair. The handicapped boy stopped moving and just cried. "HEEELP!"

That was the last cry he got out before the door closed behind at least twenty members of various sports teams.

"HELP ME!!! SOMEONE!!!" he sobbed, "PLEEEASE! IDON'T WANT TO DIE!"

That was the last cry he got out before the one who walked in first had a sock in his mouth and tape keeping it in.