Does a bear - or whatever that is - shit in the woods?

[urbanclassics]

I look over the car at Aaron and wonder how he didn’t beat the asshole that did this to his car to a bloody pulp. Well, maybe he did. After Richie and his kids it’s Aaron’s car in his heart. He is psycho protective over all of them… not that I would say that to his face.

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[4ar0n]

I know I am no match for a wolf and I don't think I've ever seen one that looked quite like this. As I'm hanging off it's back with my arm hooked around under it's jaw I am wondering where the damn security is! I'm yelling at Richie to call them while trying my best to avoid the dangerous bits and reach the small knife in my boot. It's silver and I know it will hurt or possibly kill if I get it in the right spot

[urbanclassics]

Holy fuck Aaron is down. Richie and the kids are screaming and crying and I hear little Gracie whisper for Daddy. I narrow my eyes at it as it turns to me, "Fuck you freak!"

It lunges at me and I manage to grab it by it's scrawny neck but fuck it's strong. It's hands - claws, grab my shoulders and turn me away from Gracie, but I bring my knee up and hear it howl in pain. Must have balls somewhere.

It let's go of one of my shoulders long enough for my to throw one good punch catching it just under it's chin/mouth. The next thing I know I am up against the wall, nails digging into my shoulders and large, fucking large teeth are the only thing I see.

[tr3nt_f]

As soon as the alarm comes through my team is on it. We find Lasse dead out in the yard and I smell wolf. I signal for Tom and Blaine to secure the perimeter. Gen, Kaan and I both head for the house. A broken window is a dead give away for entry but even more so is the noises coming from inside the house

[urbanclassics]

I feel the pain, it aches and burns. I taste blood, it's all over me, in my mouth and my eyes. It's gone, whatever it was, but I know I am in bad shape. I hear some one holler to Gracie and know she is alive. So this is how I go out? Taken out by a... dog bear.

Trying to move cause pain to rip through me and moan in pain. Some one is there... no, something... I feel a hand on me, my eyes trying to focus on the figure. He looks like he has wings... large ones.

Karl?" The pressure on my face has me flinching, but that voice... Trent? My eyes flutter to his wings then back to him. I must be dead. He would be the form of angel I would choose for sure. But why do I still feel pain?

I reach out to him, "Gracie?"

[tr3nt_f]

I take his hand in my free one and hold it firmly. I know now why the wolf had him. He would have been protecting her after it got Aaron down. "She's fine Karl. You kept her safe." I glance across to where the others are and amongst Richie's cries Kaan tells me Aaron's been bit but nothing serious. I tell him to take them back to the order, now, all of them.

I look back down at Karl. With the amount of blood on him I have no idea of the full extent of his injuries. The face is bad enough. I slip my fingers from his hand and lay it to rest on his chest. With that I slip my hands under him and position him better for me to pick up. "Bare with me, this is going to hurt but I'm taking you to a doctor."

[urbanclassics]

It's a huge pressure and sizzling burn that takes my breath away but is over so fast I question whether it truly happened. I can see we are still in the same position but in a different place.

It's all rather pleasant and looks like a waiting room of sorts. Is this heaven's waiting room? I am getting into heaven aren't I?! His hand has mine and I squeeze it asking him, "This is God's waiting room?"

[tr3nt_f]

I give him a smile and pull my wings in. "Well this guy seems to perform miracles but he's no god." The smile is fake. He has no idea what has happened, what this means for him. His whole life just took a different turn. I'm not sure how he is going to take it.

Just then Dr Neeson comes out. I look up at him. "Wolf got him."

[urbanclassics]

I cut my eyes up at the man he is talking to then back to Trent, "W-wolf?"

That thing was a wolf? Wait where did his wings go? I must be hallucinating. I sigh to myself knowing I am probably in some hospital and this isn't even Trent.

I've thought so much about him past few years. we really hit it off, but he claimed to have gotten busy with his training and studies... maybe he did. I've not felt that connection to anyone since.

[dr_nees0n]

I reach out and lift the edge of the bloodstained cloth on his face. "Yes, Wolf." I can't see too much because of the amount of blood but he has some quite nasty lacerations. "And from the look of these you are lucky to be alive..." I glance toward Trent and he supplies me with a name. "Karl."

I look up at Trent. "Bring Karl into the treatment room, he's going to need stitching or he'll scar up badly."

[urbanclassics]

It all seems so odd, but then again maybe I am on a morphine drip. The pain is still there, but these hallucinations are ok. I close my eyes and try to concentrate on the pain going away - on Trent. If nothing else perhaps his memory will - OW FUCKING HELL!

I open my eyes and look at the - doctor I guess. He smiles and apologizes. That shot hurt like a mother fuc... a mo... mmmmm now that is better. Hmmm, Trent is looking at me with such concern, I like that.

"Wish you were real."

[dr_nees0n]

I look down and smile to myself as Cillian sticks Karl again giving the explanation that he shouldn't still be talking to a not very amused looking Trent. "Don't worry Trent it's better for him if he is out during this

[tr3nt_f]

I thank them and carefully pick Karl up. I look down at him and wonder what now. I think waking up somewhere he knows would be better than my place and I know he still lives on the house boat so that's where I go.

I stand there inside the door with him in my arms and look around. It's hardly changed in here at all and smells so much like him.

I take him through and lay him down on his bed. He's still a bit of a mess of blood so I go hunting for a bowl, fill it with warm water and grab a cloth then go back to him.

I put it on the side table then sit on the side of the bed and start cleaning him up a bit. I have no idea how I am going to explain what's happened to him, or what I am when he wakes.

[urbanclassics]

Slowly my eyelids flutter open and I recognize my bedroom. I attempt to smile at myself for the dream I had. My face feels tight though and I reach up and touch it.

My eyes fly open and I see Trent next to me looking down at me concerned. Hmmm, maybe this is heaven...my home with him. But that doesn't explain the stitches...

My body feels...odd. A tingle or maybe it's a buzz. Not too much pain or maybe the confusion is taking over. I blink my eyes at him and reach up with my hand and poke his arm with my finger... hmmm well he feels real.

"Hey."

[tr3nt_f]

As I clean him up I think about the night I knew he was meant to be someone special to me. The connection we had, how I felt immediately so at ease in his prescence, that I would protect him from my world. That last completely useless now as he's been brought so violently into it.

Often I would come and watch him and wish that night hadn't changed our course. I would not have wished this to bring him back in my life.

He stirs and I pull my hand back and drop the damp cloth back into the bowl of now red with his blood water. I watch him shift his hand and touch his face, the many stitches that hold it together. Then his eyes are open and looking up at me. Like at the surgery I think he thinks I am an apparation and that is confirmed when he reaches out and pokes my arm.

Hey.

I smile and take his hand in mine curling my fingers around his and squeezing them gently. "Hey yourself."

[urbanclassics]

He seems real enough. Oh how I have missed his voice and smile. I try to smile but I'm sure it is a bit lopsided as my face feels stiff - no pain though.

I look at our hands and back into his eyes and sigh happily. "So if this isn't heaven and you're no angel I take it that wasn't a wolfe that attacked me? Oh," I squeeze his hand as I suddenly remember Aaron, "is Aaron ok?"

[tr3nt_f]

I listen to his words and really don't want to be the one to have to break it to him but at the same time I am glad it's me and not some stranger.

"Aaron?, well he got bit too, not as bad as you but the result will be the same." I look down at our hands joined together. His show the effects of all the hard work he still does even though his business has boomed and he could afford to sit back and relax. "Only one thing you believe you saw is not real." I look back up to his face. "This is not heaven."