Even God Failed. Will I ? Chapter 1 -The beginning-

This story begins with a boy, running through the woods. He's wearing a crude lather fur poncho. In his right hand carrying a rock axe. In his left, a silex knife.

He's running because he's followed by a small pack of wolves, tracking him. While running expertly through the obstacles, the boy suddenly starts cutting ropes, triggering simple but clever traps.

From 7 wolves, he brought them down to 3 one by one.

To fight the remaining one's, he reaches a clearing turn around and gets ready for it. Grinning like a madman, to ease his anxious heart and intimidate the opponents.

The biggest start of his charge. At the same time, so does he. It jumps straight at his throat. The boy side stepped with an unavoidable lateral slash of his axe, ripping his jaw up to his neck, sending the Alfa tumbling and whimpering.

The next just reached him at breakneck speed, but he kept him in mind and in the corner of his eye. He swings his axe vertically straight at the top of his head.

His axe smashes so hard on it that it cracks with a loud bang that sounds like thunder. The wolf did not have time to make a sound and dropped dead, But for a sec he lost focus, because the axe exploded and sent fragments everywhere, his face included.

It gives enough time for the wounded one to try attacking the boy with half jaw and claws and create a shallow gash on his back and a few pretty deep ones on his right arm.

With a shout of pain, he finishes him off with the knife and a few stabs to his flank.

Strangely enough, the last one seems to hesitate and just jump around in slow circles around him from the very start. Now that the two others are down, he just stops and stares from a good distance.

The grin he displayed is replaced by a weary and painful face.

"GET LOST"

Of course the wolf just recoils a little.

-Throw a rock-

The wolf evades and doesn't want to leave.

(I can't let my guard down but I'm bleeding)

(What! it just lay there! M.T.F.K!)

"PUNK YOU PISS OF"

-THROW ROCK-

-DODGE-

"PUNK"

-ANOTHER ONE-

-DODGE AGAIN-

The wolf just lies respectfully down again.

(Well no time, it's getting late. Got to start a fire now and wrap up the wound.)

He gets to work while keeping an eye on the punk. Lucky enough there was no rain for a while and he has long mastered fire lighting. He just finds a quartz and slash his silex knife at it, while holding a piece of dry tree fungus.

Without his axe, it's quite a pain to gather wood but he manages. By now the pain is pretty intense. He just sits down with a wolf corps and rips a few tendons and skin to dry. He also prepares a few good chunks of meat. Not to waste any...

(No choice.. He won't let me rest... erk... Not the best meat.)

Finally settling down he starts to examine his wounds. He unties his belt. Remove his fur.

(Luckily it's not damaged.)

The back one.. well don't feel too bad. Not too much blood on the fur. But the arm needs immediate attention.

He put a mix of the herb's from an' inner pouch on the chest part of the poncho. He's proud of it... It's hard to stitch untanned fur.

Two years ago he woke up, butt naked in the middle of the woods. On top of that, he was in a child's body. Probably around 8 years old. Hard to tell since the build is different from his old body.

He got pretty shy when he saw his reflection for the first time. Between Native American and Asian. Pale coffee skin, Blue round eye's, Very thick dark blond curly hair down to the hip. No facial hair except eyebrows and lashes. No hair on his body either. His face looks a bit feminine. If not for his modest size dong, he would have had an identity crisis... His ears are a little triangular, but not enough to think he's not human. Not very tall. So.. he doesn't know how old he is.

(Alright these herbs are pretty good. I had to go through Hell to get them. A diarrhea Hell. And no spices Hell.)

For now, he just ties his belt around the herb's. Once the wolf skin is dry, he will wrap it around it. Enough to go home and finish dressing it decently enough.

The meat skewer starts to smell real good and there is a lot. He does believe in not wasting. Sadly, he can't get the other bodies. That jerk won't go away.

"Hey! Go get a body! Punk!"

(Damn, I'm stupid. It's wolf meat, otherwise he would have gone long ago.)

(But looking at him he's salivating like crazy!)

"Hahaha! here you go!"

-throw a few pieces-

(cannibalize your kin!!)

The wolf froths at the mouth and devours everything, then looks up at the boy.

(Wow... Slow down buddy...)

"Hey!"

(W.T.F.! He looks scary all of a sudden.)

-I throws all the meat at him.-

(He will leave me alone after that. Brrr... My hair is rising from the look he gave me.)

( F.CK. I'm hungry.)

(sleepy)

(can't fall asleep, Or I'm dead. It's already The middle of the night.)

The wolf finishes everything, but he does not look good. His stomach is bulging over what could normally be possible, and he's twitching and howling in pain.

"Ho boy... Buddy! What did you do?"

(I guess I'm a little wicked. It's been 2 years since... I've been alone all this time.)

Suddenly, he howls loudly in an unnatural, painful and guttural manner. Thick Red mist evaporates from his pores as he rolls around. His fur fall's and grows continuously, changing color to red. His build become a lot more bulky and taller. It seems to bring him immense pain.

(At least I won't fall asleep like this.)

(Poor guy... Hey, why am I feeling bad for him... it must be my old movie watcher reflex. Seriously, I shed a tear easily when the hero dies. XD)

(Oups... he's getting up!)

The wolf slowly wobbles back to his feet. His fur is now a beautiful Dark red. Very tall. Taller than my shoulder. Then again I must be 4.2 feet. The most striking feature is the eye's. They are golden, almost glowing. And those eyes are looking at me getting closer. I start to panic a little. Backing up while facing it. I trip and fall on my butt. Placing my hands before me, I shout.

"STOP!"

He blinks and my hands start glowing. I feel as if my heart was being stabbed by a red iron or ran a marathon as a couch potato. But it does not last long as my vision blurs and I fall on my back.

I am welcomed by the darkness

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