One Wolves Cry

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Pipette a 12yr old girl is living with Death in a cabin near Cactfus. After her father died she was entrusted to him. Now Death is trying to fulfil a promise to her father before she turns 13.

Submitted: December 26, 2011

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One Wolves Cry

Chapter I A Promise

Beyond the cold wet grasp of the grisly meadows of Cactfus, lied a dense mist that concealed a petite cabin. The cabin warm and hearty was home to two figures. A tall man his vest layered with blood. Thick strands of hair swayed across his forehead and a girl; she was blonde and looked young for her age.

Heaving a great deer onto the front porch the man stepped aside the animal and removed a large crystal.

“Found another one, Pipette!” A deep voice called. Pipette popped her head out the entrance. A smile bloomed upon her face.

“That means we have two crystals now, Death.” Pipette proudly stated. Re-treating her head back through the entrance Death followed. Sighing that his name was indeed Jonathan and he wished his cheerful friend would call him that.

In the cabin there were thick and warm animal rugs everywhere. Winters in Cactfus were almost too icy to bear. Many corpses were found in the forest at the beginning of spring. They were the unfortunate souls who didn’t survive winter’s frosty grasp.

Pipette sat before a fireplace where her vegetable and rabbit stew heated. Death soon placed himself beside her as they stared into fire. Crackling sounds could be heard coming from the fire that danced onto the pot that hung just above it.

“Death your hurt!” Pipette’s cheerful smile turned into a frown of concerned. She observed two deep slashes across his left arm, his shirt torn. Death chuckled and told Pipette that it was just a scratch and that she needn’t worry.

“I’m sorry… It’s all my fault” She pouted and looked down. Death watched as tears trickled down her rosy cheeks and hit the wooden floor boards.

Getting up the young girl grabbed a bucket and a rag. Once the bucket was half way full she returned and soaked the rag in the water. The man squinted as his wound was being cleaned.

Death’s wound now patched up Pipette’s smile slowly began to return, though her eyes were still sad. Death pulled her close and hugged tightly. Pipette’s face buried in the man’s chest was calmed almost instantly as he softly began to speak.

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I need to become stronger if I am to protect you.” Death stroked her hair. He continued to say that they had now collected two crystals, which meant they only needed three more. Death also stated that he had promised her father before he died, that he would take care of her.

It wasn’t too long until the stew was ready to eat. After they’re supper they retired for the night as they had a long journey that awaited them at dawn.

Pipette awoke to a small bird chirping at her window pane. The sunlight slightly seeping into her room and lighting it up. Rubbing her eyes as she sat up she swung her legs out of bed and onto the floor.

Quite bangs could be heard coming from the kitchen. It was Death making breakfast and preparing their midday meals.

“Good morning sleepy head, love the bead hair.” He laughed and teased. Strands of yellow stuck up in the air lopsidedly the rest of it was either in a knot or frayed. Not awake enough yet though she didn’t respond. Once they had eaten and pack their bags made from deer skin and set out to the forest.

The mist thick hid many enemies that waited in every corner of the woods. Bringing the girl with made him feel uneasy but she needed to be with him.

It had been almost half a day when they stopped to look at their map. It was old and out-dated but for where they were going it was relevant. None of the new maps had some of the caves and old, abandon kingdoms. It was clear the new king didn’t want anyone finding the memories of their ancestors.

Arriving at the outskirts of the woods sounds could be heard echoing in the distance. Pipette paused and took a deep breath. Her eye’s widened as she searched through the mist trying to see if there was any danger waiting ahead. Death progressed forward with a shadow that followed right behind him. Walking into the unknown didn’t mean anything to Death, as he did it on a regular basis.

Three days had past and they were setting up camp in the heart of the forest. The sun was setting fast as if it wanted the events that took place there to happen. Two tents were placed around a fire where the two sat telling scary stories. Little did Pipette know but this story was of her father.

Cloaks of red mixed in with the scenery of a blood bath. Many seemed so pleased as their battle ended with two heads, shoved on thick wooden posts. It was placed at the entrance of Cactfus to keep any ‘Demon’s’ as they were called, out.

One man stood outside of the castle. His kind called him “Crazy, Suicidal, Stupid.” He had a dream and he was determined to make it come true. The castle doors opened and an audience with his majesty was granted. Royal guards appeared to be everywhere within the great hall.

Kneeling before the thrown he pleaded his kind innocent. The king seemed amused at this and allowed the man to continue. ‘Let the suffering end, I beg of you. My kind and I are tired of the war and just want to live in peace.’ He protested.

The king’s amusement faded and guards were ordered to kill the Demon. The man who had come looking for peace only got a death sentence. He was torn and angry. They say you could feel the rage pouring out of him as he shifted. Tears flooded his face and pain was inflicted right into his ribcage.

Eyes as dark as coal stared down at the sword that struck him. Blood dripped down the blade. The man wasn’t used to guards attacking while shifting was taking place. The fear normally startled enemies and they would attack after a Demon would show their true form.

Gripping the sword the injured beast ripped it from his chest and stared at the king for a moment. The king’s evil smirk set the beast right off. The blade he held was instantly crushed into small shards of steel. A gut wrenching howl was released and many soldiers were killed in a single bite; as their heads came off their shoulders.

The felon sitting in the thrown was overcome by a fear he had never felt. Men who were proclaimed ‘Best Warrior’s in Catfus’ were now nothing more than corpses filling the Great Hall.

“They say that the King made a deal with the beast.” Death said. He was gazing into the fire. Pipette still unaware about the story and asked what the deal was. It took another minute before he answered. ‘It was said that the King promised not to go out and hunt his kind but if they came into the kingdom they would be killed.’

“What happened to the man?” The young girl asked rubbing her eyes. Death wanted to leave that detail out as he hated remembering his best friend’s end. ‘The man gave his life to the King so that this semi peace could be made. Apparently they skinned the man in his beast form and made a rug out of him.’

The fire was dim so Death decided to get some more firewood and advised Pipette to get some sleep. She nodded and in the tent she went. Death however didn’t come back until sunrise.

Chapter II Darkwood Cave

Death guided them to a horrific cave. The outside was tainted with old, dried up blood that was randomly spurted on different parts on the stone front. The man turned to see Pipette gulp in fear. How he wished he could spare her from what she would soon remember for the rest her life. Grabbing dead branches off the ground Death tied them up. String held the torch intact.

Entering the cave they paced cautiously forward. Erie sounds were carried by a cold breeze throughout the cave. Water trickled down the walls and through the rocks beneath their feet. The torch barely lit the path in front of them, let alone the hollow stone’s capacity. As they went in deeper a ghastly grunt could slightly be heard four meters ahead. The two froze were they stood. Pipette’s body began to shake; not due to the cold that had suddenly turned sharp but by the fear, which took over her thoughts and emotions. Whispers quietly told her to stay put as the light slowly disappeared. Even though Pipette had adjusted to dead beast’s being brought home or her guardian being roughed up when he got home. Pipette had never experienced anything like this. Tears formed as the young girl tried to fight off the fear.

A bold man with a short silver sword and eyes as dark as coal; cautiously approached what could just be made out to be a small cage. In it was a man. He appeared beaten and bruised.

“Hello?” Death kept his distance. Nothing but a whimper was replied. “Are you ok?” The answer obvious but Death was sussing out the victim. Only a sob had been issued back. Death soon got the feeling that whatever brought the human here was lurking in the shadows. The hair’s on the back of the explorers neck stood up. He moved the torch around the room and searched but nothing was there. Returning to the broken figure he saw chains had been attached to him. Dark rings circled the stranger’s eyes. His body was skinny and looked as though he hadn’t eaten in a week or two. Next to the victim lied another. Except this one was motionless, dead. Bending down Death examined the carcass.

Pipette couldn’t stand it in the dark alone anymore and ventured in the same direction as her friend. Drips of water sounded ten times louder in this cave. The young girl frightened started to run. Not a meter later and she slipped on a rock. Clutching her knee she felt stupid and gasped in pain. A thin light seeped through the earth allowing Pipette to see the new gash on her left knee. The smell of blood from Pipette’s new wound wafted down to Death’s nose. Death instantly felt a flush of terror. Not only did he smell her blood but he heard her gasp. He rose to he’s feet as fast as he could as he yelled ‘Pipette!!! Run quickly!’ Death felt a flash of a shadow pass him by. It was too late by the time he made it to Pipette she had been gripped by the throat and blood was drawn from her neck. A monster in a human form drank the liquid that escaped Pipette’s body. She dangled in the monster’s clutches starring at Death. Her pupils had disappeared and her face emotionless.

A furious rage built up inside Death so rapidly he couldn’t stop himself from revealing his secret in front of Pipette. ‘CLANG!’ his sword dropped to the floor. On the opposite side the torch. It had landed on some old oil that had been put in there once to try and burn the monster. But those people had failed and became its next meal. Flames franticly engulfed in a circle around them. At once bones could be heard cracking. Death’s angry grunt turned into an ear splitting howl. Fur started to grow everywhere as Deaths clothes ripped and tor off his stronger appearance. Finally the change finished as two deep yellow eyes glared at the monster who has just thrown its food on the ground. Death stood on two feet, his fists clenched and a splitting image of his best friend. His opponent was intrigued. A twisted toothy grin swarmed its face, a single drop blood trickled down its lip. ‘Pipette’s!!!’ Death thought horrifically. And before the blood hit the ground Death attacked the freak.

Just scrapping the monsters chest the Death aimed for its heart. The monster was outrageously fast. It teleported behind the beast and kicked him into the wall. Death roared and growled at the monster. Before he had time to block Death took his very own silver sword in the shoulder blade. Another ear splitting howl was released. The monster jumped back and laughed violently. The flames were hot and Pipette still lied on the floor motionless. Death was beginning to wish he had never brought her with him. How was he to know that the third crystal was protected by a Vampire. Reefing the sword out of his shoulder he grabbed Pipette and ran as fast as he could out of the burning cave. The Vampire tried to stop him but he was met with a blade that had all the requirements to extinguish its being. Escaping the cave however did not cease the Vampire. It was early morning so the sun still hadn’t come out yet.

Death ran up into a mountain until he collapsed on the ground. The Vampire looked at its prey and it attacked. Its hunger unfortunately being stopped by a group of villagers. They had the symbol of God’s Holy Cross around their necks and many weapons made of silver. Fearing the power of the villagers it retreated. Death was still in his beast form and Pipette as still as the night. The villagers however did not turn their back on any that needed their help, no matter what they were. And took them back to their village for healing.


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