Chapter 1: The Bloody Child
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Chater 1: The Bloody Child
At age three, young Luke was much like any other child in our world, carefree, curious, smoothered in love by his mother and father. However, at age four things began to change for him. He learned about his werewolfism, about his porpose in life, about what would happen to him in only a years time and what we was expected to do. At first, Luke did not understand much of his parents long and serious conversations with his, eventually though, there meaning would become clear enough to him. Luke was not smoothered in love so much as he was before, he was expected to work things out on his own, he was not cuddled and shown love for weakness, but punished for it, as was he rewared for showing strength. He was introduced to his Tutor, a woman yes, but someone who's job it was as employed by the government, she had no maternal instinct to take it easy on young Luke. "Play Time", a Term favorable and often used by young boys at this age, was an ever decreasing event in Lukes life. His new activites consisted of tests, and teachings by his tutor, even physical tests and practices.
None the less, Luke eventually grew accustomed to his somewhat harsh for his age lifestyle of chores, studies, work-outs and general obedience of his elders. He knew what was coming, but even he was not prepared for it. He started to notice a strange shift in routine, as after his fifth birthday, his tutor left him. More paculiar, his parents showed him the love and closneness the once did, they took him on fun and exciting trips, the laughed with him and let him play and enjoy himself. But to all of this enjoyment, there was a quick and violent end. One day at home he woke up to find his mother crying, he asked,
"Mother, what is wrong? Has father left again?"
The boy was accustomed to his father having to go off for training, she looked at him and wiped her tears away,
"No son, he's only just awoke, you should... you should pack your things"
she continued to sob. The boy had learned not to question his mother,
"What shall I pack?" he asked,
"Just, just take some clothes and a few things, just pack all you can in one bag" she told him.
Luke did as he was told, as he packed his things, he noticed his father walking by, he did not acknowledge his son, he just walked past with his head down. And that day it happened.
Luke stepped into the living room and saw his old tutor, and a man in a suite at the front door. The tutor spoke first,
"Luke, follow this man out to the car, your leaving"
a sudden shock and realization hit him, he was only five years old and he might never see his parents again. Luke panicked and ran upstairs,
"No! No you can't make me, you can't take me away!"
He ran upstairs and sraight into his father, who, looking dead inside, blocked his way,
"Its time for you to go son"
his father said coldy. Luke knew this day would come, he knew it for a whole year, but he was never prepared for it. He ran towards the front door, hoping to make it around the man in a suit and his tutor. He nearly escaped the door, but the man in the suite clamped a tight grip around his waist with his arm. But Luke was more determined, he bit, punched, hit and wiggled his way out of the mans grip and ran into his mothers arms. His mother as well knew he had to go, but her love was too strong to push him away, she held him tightly. The man in the suit slowly walked up to her and tried to pull him off, but she held him tighter. The man pulled at the boy, eventually he pulled them both all the way to the entrance of the front door. The boy, kicking and screaming the whole time, the mother, bawling her eyes out, eventually his father came and touch his wife, trying to grab her arms gently,
"Maria, let go maria. You have to let go Maria, Maria".
Finally, the tutor as well pulled at the boy, and the man, holding him in a better grip this time, carried the boy off to a black car in the drive way. His mother held her arms out towards him, crying on her knees the whole time. The boy was trown and locked into the back seat of the car, and they drove away. This is how the boy was torn from his family, his world, everything he had ever known and loved, into war.
It was a long, seven hour drive to the strange and isolated forest were they drove to. The boy foun himself dropped off in a fenced in area at a dull, small grey building. He was given a similarly dull pants and shirt set, and sent inside were he found a room full of small cots. It was late night, and the same man in a black suite came in and told everyone to sleep because they had a big day tomorrow. He hardly slept, he was in a strange place, away from his beloved parents. He chould hear sniffles and light crying of the children around him. He did not no where he was, he did not know where his parents were, and he did not know what would happen to him. On that night, he cried himself to sleep.
He awoke quickly the next morning at the sound of a loud whistle and a man was screaming at them,
"Seven o'clock, get your lazy asses out of ben! Come on lets move!"
The man ran to each unmoving cot and threw blankets off, kicked beds, and push children out of their cots, continuing to scream until each boy was standing confused next to his cot. When everyone was at attention, the uniformed man stood there and glared at everyone,
"Well I'm glad to see your all bright eyed and bushy tailed"
he said sarcastically. He walked up and down the line of boys,
"On behave of the greatest country in the world, welcome to boot camp. In here, you will learn how to take your mothers tit out of your mouth, and become a real man. I am sergent Johnson, I have the sorry pleasure of seeing to it that all of your worthless POS's become functional and honorable citizens of the finest damn country ever. I am your superior, does anyone know what that means?"
he stared into one of the boys, she shook his head furiously,
"That means, that I am your new mommy now, You no longer have a mother, your mother is dead. If you succeed it will be because of me! If you eat, it is because I let you! If you sleep it is because I let you! Without me your are nothing!"
It was the perfect way to lead him into his new lifestyle.
In this new life of his, his days were rougher and more tiresome then the could have thought possible. His day consisited of waking up to a screaming sergent, engaging in rigorous physical training, then schooling, then training again, then sleep, with only minor breaks to rest and eat. As he got older, it got rougher, almost unbearable. With each day he got less sleep and less food, one day he got his only small meal of the day stolen from him, enraged, he beat the other child sensless. He was punished, but in a much different way, the sergent or any other superiors never approached him, but instead, a gang of the boys friends found him at night and beat him bloodier than ever. The experience was truamatizing, but it was then he realized that he himself would have to steal, and fight if he wanted to survive. Soon, combat, and military skills occupied his training, battle plans, military history, and strategizing occupied his studies. At the age of fourteen, the boy was already nearly battle ready, and given his first real weapon and tought how to use it. He learned quickly, and proved himself a worthy adversary against his commrades.
Still yet, his days were filled with more stealing, more punishment for stealing, and more bloody fights, ever improved by his combat training, as well as his bullies. At age sixteen, as was with most werewolf males, he had his first transformation, he didn't remeber much of it, as with all werewolves, the first transformation is not much but a blind rage. Soon after, he learned to control his own werewolf side, how to use it properly, how to fight with it and how to concentrate and be just as intelligent as he was strong while in that state. Although the punishment, beatings and physical brutality continued at age 17, the fights between the members of his unit were almost completely ceases, due to a sense of comradery, a sense of understanding between each member. This was also due to the fact that teamwork, and working as a single unit were recently being tought both in class and in combat to the young warriors. And as well, they were beginning to earn the respect of their superiors. The training intesified to the very end, their combat skills, there physical prowless and strength were perfected, heated and refined in the fires of that isolated camp in the woods.
At age 18, he had done it, he had made the full transformation of to what he now believed a nobody, to a soldier, a true American citizen. He had passed the rigorous training that was his life no sooner had his superiors elected to have him enlisted for six months active duty, stationed in a base in darfur, Africa. The boy had become a warrior, he had been honed and sharpened into the sword of his country. He had been given the skills to kill like no person on the planet ever could. All that was left for him to do, was to test those abilities, and he would test them with blood.