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TEEN WOLF: BLOODBORN

A boy wakes up in the middle of the woods with no idea of who or where he was. Read how he thrives to live and gain a purpose amidst the never ending chaos in the supernatural community of Beacon Hills. .... ... Disclaimer: None of the characters, except the MC, are mine. As always, my story will be cross-posted on Scribblehub and Fanfiction.net

Draul_TheOminous · TV
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IT'S HERE!!!

Honored loyalists, may I present: TEEN WOLF: BLOODBORN.

CHAPTER 0 may seem a little rough around the edges but just keep on reading. Would love to see some feedback to know your thoughts though.

Let's fucking go!

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"Rargh", groaning incomprehensible sounds, he fell to his knees while staring vacantly at the trees. Trying to push himself forward in hopes of reaching the singing tree but try as he may, he couldn't exert as small a force to tilt his head in its direction. With every struggle, the sounds grew dimmer until the forest was bathed in a downpour of silence - total silence. A silence so heavy that even the insects sang in its muted melody leaving only the beating of a heart to echo through the forest as the owner fell into slumber.

Hours later, under the call of morning birds, a person could be seen walking absentmindedly without a sense of direction seemingly asleep. The moment he got to the edge of the forest where traces of civilization could be seen he woke up.

Taking a look at his surroundings and also at his naked form he couldn't help but say the first thing that came to his mind.

"Arghh!"

Whatever that was in any language.

The moment a dawn or realization kicked in he panicked at his situation – something that could be called a superstitious occurrence. Try as hard as he may, he couldn't calm himself down. He tried to remember what happened to him before he woke up and he could only see flashes of images that somehow seemed familiar and also alien. The moment he tried to force himself to remember more, he was assaulted by a severe headache…no not headache but pain.

Pain so gross that his entire body felt it. It was so monumental that even after minutes; his body still shook just from the memory of it as he lay sprawled on the ground.

Minutes later, he picked himself from the ground since the pain had subsided and he started walking to where the plants and trees were fewer and he found what looked like a frequently used path. Taking a last look at his naked visage, he stilled his heart and walked to the direction where he could hear cars moving.

Walking slowly, he tried his best not to think about anything as the fear of pain gripped his heart. If possible he wouldn't want to feel like that ever again, but the more he tried not to think about it, the more his mind wandered towards that direction.

He tried hard not to push his thoughts more than the surface of his memories as he felt the mind boggling pain stir up every time he did.

Flashes. 

Images. None complete

He tried to view the next motion of these images but every time he did, he felt a prickling pain assault his mind.

Since he couldn't do anything with these images, he tried remembering something more instinctual, like his name, but came up blank.

His home? Nothing.

His family? Still nothing.

How old was he? 

Unlike his memories of images, he couldn't feel anything pointing to who he was. While he did feel something like a block preventing him from remembering more from the images, nothing came up when trying to remember anything about himself.

Getting increasingly frustrated at his lack of remembrance, he didn't know how to feel. On one hand he was angry, at what? Not even he knew. On another he…he… he didn't know how he felt. Slightly miffed at his situation, depressed at his lack of identity, were some of the things he felt as they slowly coagulated in anger.

Shaking his head as he tried to vent his emotions were not enough. Seeking a better way of release as he felt something building up in his lungs, he let himself to his instincts as he…

*Horn horn*

Barely getting to himself as he jumped back to avoid the truck that almost rammed into him due to him losing himself in his thoughts.

"Get the fuck out tha way kid!" Yelled the truck driver as he stopped to do a double take at the naked kid coming out the woods looking like he was just raised from the dead with pale white and sunken skin.

Stopping further ahead, he pulled on reverse and drove back to the kid who stood rooted in the same spot looking like he just saw a ghost which was kinda obvious considering he was still in shock since a truck almost ran him by.

Stepping down from the truck, the driver looked at the naked kid a second time and he couldn't help but curse at what kind of psycho would strip a kid naked and starve him then throw him into a forest in the middle of nowhere.

"Aye kid! Got somew're to go?"

The zombie kid just looked at him as if he was seeing an alien or som'n.

"You know what? Just climb on and I'll give ya a ride to the nearest town two miles out," The driver said while clicking his tongue and muttering something about mad freaks.

He gestured to the boy who was looking at him waringly. 

"Well come on now. We gotta get you clothed up and fed," He said as he nudged the boy and lifted him up to the seat.

Quickly turning around, he got into the truck and rummaged through to find a blanket or something to wrap around the kid since it was freezing out and the boy probably had been there all night judging from how white his skin was, possibly hypothermia goddamit.  

Finding a worn out cloth, he wrapped it around the kid and took off his jacket and covered the boy while he slid up the windows preventing any of the chilling air from entering the truck.

Confirming the make-shift shelter he managed to procure for the boy he hit the gas, toeing the speed limit seemingly rushing to the nearest county two miles away.

While driving he searched through his pigeon hole for a half-eaten sausage roll and a bottle of water and passed it to the kid who had his eyes glued to it. Figures.

"Slow down on the chomp tiger, it ain't going nowhere," He asserted to the kid who just started wolfing it down as if he'd never been fed for a week.

"So you got a name kid?" He asked the boy who stopped eating and stared at him, opening and closing his mouth but getting no words across.

"Can't speak?" Followed another inquiry which was meant with silence.

"What about parents, someone to call?" This one was however followed by a shake of head.

"Fuck! Okay then, how about a name or where you from huh?"

"You gotta help me out here kid, well no matters, hopefully there's a missing person's report or something when we get to town." No matter what he said all he got was silence and the not very often shake of head.

"Blasted freaks." He couldn't help but curse out again when he thought of whichever psycho did this to a little wee-behind-the-ears kid.

Looking at the kid again, he didn't look all that old, possibly 12 or 13 maybe, because he couldn't actually tell with the scrawny looks and pale skin.

The rest of the journey was covered in silence as he focused on the road while taking glances at his passenger while said passenger just kept looking forward not saying anything that could help his situation a bit.

Driving for a little over five minutes he passed a sign at the side of the road 'Welcome to Beacon Hills County'.

"Well kid, we almost there so just hang on and hopefully someone out there is probably looking for ya."

Driving into the county, the driver made a beeline for the Beacon Hills Sheriff County since that was the only place he figured the kid could get help for whatever he had going on.

It took less than five minutes to reach the Sheriff County which was a two story building with a few police cars parked at the front and some cops walking around probably going on patrol.

The driver alighted the truck and went around to help the kid down and rightfully garnered looks from the passing cops.

Not paying much attention to the stares he went into the station and went straight to the front desk.

"Can I speak to the Sheriff please, got som'n a lil' disturbing," Was all he said as he and the desk lady shared a look before straining their eyes to the boy holding his hands.

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A/N: It's short, I know. I want to know if there's any need for this chapter of I should just cut some part out and add it to the next chapter. Your thoughts.