Wolf's Cry

Sorry, I've been gone for a long time. I decided to take a vacation from writing. I had a lot to worry about and had major writers block. I know if I ever became a pro at wrinting, deadlines would kill me. Anyway I will try and update other stories. Enjoy Wolf's Cry, the chapter is really long this time. Thanks and enjoy ^.^

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In the minutes that past, the zoology teacher decided to come in. He was plain looking, middle-aged man with a receding hair line and a graying mustache. He went by the mane Mr. Thompson.
“Good morning, class” the man announced cheerfully, however he received a less than excited response from his sleepy class. “Well then, this week will start a project lab” the men said, and still the remained silent. “As you know in this class we will perform dissections and we already did the worm, so this week we will dissect frogs.” This time some students made disgusted facial expressions with some boy’s whispers “Yes”.
“Come on, you all know what you signed up for with this class so suck it up, honestly. Okay, toady till the end of the week you will do research on the internal structures of frogs. I want a three page paper on the different structures and there functions, and in addition I want a full, colored diagram of the internal structures, and I want them labeled. Now before you complain about it being too much work, y’all will have partners so you can split up the work. The paper and diagram will be due on Thursday, you will share your project with the class, and then we will have the actual dissection on either Friday or Monday. Okay?”
The class nodded their heads in agreement, as if they had the choice in the matter.
“Good then” Mr. Thompson replied, “Now last time I let you choose your partners, but due to that little incident, I will be choosing your partners. No bellyaching, please. After receiving your partners, we will head down to the library and begin your assignment” the teacher finished.
The following news from the teacher gave Lasha mixed emotions. On the bright side the assignment wasn’t too hard and there are no boring lectures, however, Lasha hated the idea of dissecting frogs. True, she wanted to be a vet, but the frogs were being killed needlessly, poor things. Unfortunately there was no way around the assignment, because alternatives hadn’t come up in Board of Education in Quinland. Damn hick living
Now while these thoughts fluttered through Lasha’s pretty little head, she missed the information that her usual partner of Lisa, had been given to the bubbling Mr. Bobby Scott at the next table. Of course, this information didn’t reach Lasha till her name was called, as well as her new partner for the project, the rugged Mr. Fang Linton. This is what people like to call irony; an outcome of events contrary to what was, or might have been, expected. The phase of “Isn’t life just grand” came to Lasha’s mind in a bitter, sarcastic, and mocking voice.
Yup, my day keeps getting better and better, thought Lasha as her mood sank even more in the pit of dejection.

Mr. Thompson, unaware of the drama settling upon his students, told everyone to gather their things and to report to the library. Fang, in all this, was surprised, but not dreading the assignment. The male was peeved about Lasha, but was willing to blame early morning crankiness and stress. He would good enough to give Miss Berks the benefit of the doubt for her snapping at him. Ha, and to think everyone (minus his friends) thought he was mean.
In all truth Fang did want to spend time with Lasha. He was curious about the Lasha’s experience. The pervious night he had gone to look for the girl after she failed to return within a few minutes. He wondered down into the prop room which was under the stage, but didn’t see her. Fang remembered passing the opening that led into the dank basement, but figured that Lasha wouldn’t wonder in there. If she had, he would have heard her scream bloody murder earlier, rather than a few hours after she disappeared. Poor girl, Fang was thankful that he had ventured down into the basement a second time just to make sure.
Not for one minute did he believe that he would find the girl in a well, or have to pull the girl up with a service hose, and then having the hysterical girl leap into his arms; although, the last part didn’t bother him at all. Granted the moment lasted only a few minutes, and Lasha most likely wanted her rescuer to be Kyle, but still, it was Fang that had the girl.
Yes, Fang Linton had a dark secret; he had a crush on Lasha. For three plus years Fang crushed on Lasha. Fang could never figure out why he liked her, he just did. He usually liked bolder girls, not modest like Lasha is. Now the mystery is why he hasn’t made a move. Well in his tenth and eleventh years, he was just too nervous to ask her out. He hated to admit that since he’s had never had any problems asking girls out. Just something about Lasha made him shake with uneasiness, and words stop in his throat. And then when he finally became a senior he was going to make his move, but then the fight with the assholes on the football team got him suspended, and pretty much made Lasha think he was a bully. Not to mention now she was totally head over heels for that damn pretty boy, Kyle. So, by the beginning of the year Fang had given up, so now treated Lasha like everyone else. Okay, he teased her more than anyone else, because he was a bit of a sadist.
Fang silently gathered his things and left the classroom with everyone else. As the class walked to the library, Fang began to think, Okay, this project focuses Lasha to spend time with me. So…maybe I can find out what really happened last night and warm up to her at the same time. (Yes, he was still curious about the well incident). I guess I shouldn’t hold my breath, but it is a start; not with Kyle around anyway. Damn him. Oh well, now to approach the situation?
Fang was too wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the class arrive at the library nor did he notice Lasha stand by his side waiting for him to acknowledge her.
“Fang?” spoke the girl.
“Huh?” that brought the boy out of his day dreams. “What?”
“Where do you want to sit?” Lasha asked timidly, not wanting him to snap at her.
“Anywhere is fine”
“Okay”
They sat down at a table in the far corner. Silently Fang though it best not to bring up the well again, instead, he would try and be friendly. Yeah, this way she will open to me naturally, thought Fang, mentally patting himself on the back for being so clever.
For the duration of the class period, Fang went out of his way to be friendly towards Lasha in hope of gaining her trust. Sadly for the youth the hour and half of class ended a bit too early for his liking. However, they had only gathered the raw information for their project, meaning to say, that there had to be another reunion of the two to complete the assignment. So Fang was happy to say that Lasha had to spend more time with him.
“Um…so when do want together, to finish the project?” asked Fang.
“I guess…you could come to my house and we could work on it there; if that is okay with you?” the girl responded.
“That’s fine, if you don’t mind it being around six, I got hockey practice” stated Fang. He thanked the Great Spirits that he didn’t have to work today.
“Okay, see you then” replied Lasha as she joined Lisa and walked out of the library.
Fang ran a hand through his thick bangs, temporarily showing off his gold eye. “It’s a start” he mumbled to himself. He then left the library as well.
No more than a minute of Fang being in the hallway, did his best friend, Kip, come bounding up.
“What up, eh?” the boy asked in a chipper, Canadian accent.
Kipper Wests is about as tall as Fang, a little leaner than his moody friend, and paler too. Burgundy colored hair stuck out wildly on top of his head with a short rat tail in back, brilliant green eyes shined behind thin glasses, and a small tuft of brownish- cherry colored hair decorated his chin. Five gold loop earrings covered his left ear, contrasting boldly upon his dark hair. That descries Kipper or Kip, named after his mother obsession over eating the English fish treat, kippers during her pregnancy.
With Kip’s outgoing, humorous and cheery persona, it is hard to believe that he and Fang were best friends. However, best friends they were. No one knew them better than each other.
“Hey” Fang offered, leading the way to the lockers.
“Algebra is so boring, eh. Drills had me snoozing in five minutes flat. You know they should market his voice to insomniacs, they sleep” Kip joked, making Fang chuckle. “So how was your class, eh?”
“Fine, we got projects…and I got Berks as my partner” Fang replied smirking.
“I though you gave up on that one?”
“Well, I never had the chance to talk to her before”
“My gods, all you have to do is walk up to the girl and start a conversation. It isn’t that hard, eh. Look” Kip stopped mid-step and turned to a poor unsuspecting freshman who was putting books in his locker. “Hey” Kip announced loudly, making the poor boy whirl around and gaze up at the upperclassmen. “How are you doing, eh?”
The poor boy looked like a deer caught in the head lights but dumbly responded with a soft “Fine” Hell if he knew why a popular upperclassman was talking to him.
“Good, you like hockey?” Kip asked suddenly.
“Um…yes” the boy replied confused.
“Excellent, so do I. Oh…what’s your name, eh?”
“A…Andy…”
“Well, Andy I’m Kip and thank you for demonstrating a point for me. Have nice day, eh” Kip stated before turning to Fang who was cracking up. The confused freshman decided to sneak away before the crazed senior talk to him again.
“Now is that so hard to do, eh”
“I…ha-ha…can’t believe…ha-ha-ha…you did that” Fang managed to get out, since he was laughing so hard. Kip always made him laugh.
“Well, now that I have shown how easy it is to communicate with others, you should try with your obsession, eh”
“She isn’t my obsession. She just peaks my interest”
“Right” Kip made sure to extend the use of the word “ You’ve been crushing on the girl for how many years now, you have written sappy love songs about her, and you, the infamous Fang Linton, lady killer connoisseur is too afraid to ask out. If that isn’t obsession with a dash of stalking, I don’t what is, eh”
“Shut up. What do you know?” Barked Fang, getting defensive. Kip was making him sound pathetic and Fang hated that.
“I know enough. No reason to bite my head off, eh. My point is that this is your last chance to do something about Lasha. Now either throw her away completely and move on with your life or cease the bull by the horns. And if you don’t do either I will be forced to tease and or annoy you till madness sets in, eh” Kip stated with a manic grin plastered on his face.
“You know you’re creepy when you smile like that” Stated Fang blandly.
“Really, most people compliment me on my dashing smile” replied Kip in a sing-song way.
“Whatever” Damn, I hate to say it, but the nut is right. This is my last chance to do something with Lasha. What is it about that girl that makes me…so…damn weak? Fang thought to himself as he followed Kip to their next class.

The day continued on like any other for Fang. Class, lunch, more class, dismissal, and hockey practice. By five thirty at night Fang finally was on his way back home.
The Linton house sat good distance away from town, deep in the woods. It was a large home with four bedrooms and three bathrooms. The outside was aged and in need of a new coat of forest green paint, a few brown shutters had to be replaced, some new shingles be placed on the roof, and some repairs made on the porch that circled the house. A lot of work for the two residents of the Linton house, which consisted of Fang and his older sister, Olivia.
Fang parked his bike and made his way up to the porch and into the warm home.
“I’m home” Fang called out.
“K” echoed a female voice.
Fang made his way from the front hall to the dining room which held his dear sister and a table full of papers. Olivia sat at one on the six dining chairs, papers spread out in front of her with a calculator, muttering to herself.
Olivia was a rather beautiful woman, and young male in town would love the chance to out with her. Tanned completed skin due to her Native American heritage, copper colored eyes, long chocolate-red hair (currently tied in a messy bun), 5’9, with large hips and breasts to match, and twenty – nine(although she looked twenty). She held the job as a city account/ historian and it was only her and Fang. The story went that Fang came to live with his sister after their parents died in a car crash in Canada when he was fourteen. Fang did not just lose his parents, but his memory of anything prior to the crash. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t remember anything from his childhood.

“How was your day?” asked Olivia without looking up.
“Fine, yours”
“Numbers, numbers, and more numbers I’m afraid. To think the Treasure needs all this done by to tomorrow. I’ll start dinner in a minute.” She replied while typing away on the calculator.
“A minute for you mean ten, don’t bother I won’t be here”
“Oh…why’s that?” asked Olivia finally taking her eyes off her papers to look at Fang.
“Because I have a project and I’m going to my partner’s house to work on it” replied Fang broadly.
“I see whose house?”
“…Berks…” Fang was reluctant to say the name, and judging by the grin that spread across Olivia’s face, he knew it was a bad move to tell her.
“Oh ho! The famous Lasha Berks is your partner. Looks like your ship has come in, huh”
“Shut up, it’s not like that”
“Sure it isn’t. It’s only the girl you been crushing on for how was it…three years or so”
“Stop”
“Well good will hunting sweetie. Maybe this time you’ll make a move instead of coming home ranting about how pathetic you are, which isn’t healthy” Smile Olivia, enjoying tormenting Fang.
“Ack! Forget you, I’m leaving” stated Fang marching back to the front door.
“Okay sweetie, I’ll leave something out for you and don’t slam the door!”
SLAM.
“Little devil’s child” Olivia chuckled to herself as she once again returned to her work.


Pure darkness already had cast its veil by the time Fang made it to the Berks farm. The air was thick with the smell of livestock. Not a pleasant odor, but a person fails to notice the smell after living in the area for awhile. Fang parked his bike, pulled his jacket closer to himself and made his way to the front porch. However, and much to the surprise of Fang, Lasha was already seated on the porch swing waiting.
“Hey” offered Fang, confused to why Lasha was waiting for him in the dark and cold. Although, his heart gave a flutter at the gesture (see boys can be cute).
“Hi…um…this might sound weird but, can we work out in the barn? I got everything set up” asked Lasha, a small tint of red flashed on her face.
“…Sure” offered Fang, completely confused but this turn of events.
Does she not want me to meet her folks? Good grief I’m not that bad, thought Fang. However, he followed the girl around the house and into the large barn in back. The inside was musty, but warm, and a quilt was placed on the follow with books and art supplies.
This is nice and all, but I still wonder why she didn’t want me in the house. I highly doubt that she brought me out her to confess that I am the sexiest thing she has ever seen and wants to make-out without interruptions…Yeah right, that’s a plot really going to happen. I’m not that lucky, thought Fang.
“Sorry about this, but we…won’t be bothered out here” said Lasha timidly, sitting down on the quilt. I wonder what are the chances of that fantasy of mine coming true right now, thought Fang with a slight hopefulness.

Unfortunately, for Fang, his fantasy was not coming true, in all reality the study session in the barn was so Lasha could avoid her mother. Now Lasha loved her mother with all her heart, but sometimes the woman was a little too much for her daughter. The thing was that, Brenda was obsessed with getting her daughter in a relationship. Why? Maybe for grandchildren or a result of crazy mom disease; Lasha didn’t know which. However, she wasn’t going to risk being embarrassed, especially in front of a boy. Lasha knew if she gave her mother a chance the woman would blurt out that Lasha was single, looking for love, and then loudly whisper to Lasha to smile, move closer and stick her chest out more. If that wasn’t the recipe for the queen mother of embarrassment, then Lasha didn’t know what was. What Lasha did know that tonight’s mission was to do as much work as possible and keep mommy-dearest away at all costs. God only knew the woman was probably planning her ambush at moment; thus Lasha’s eyes darted here and there, waiting and watching; which just confused poor Fang even more.
“Are you all right? What’s with the paranoid act?” asked Fang with a raised eyebrow.
“Huh? Oh, nothing sorry about that. It’s just…never-mind; lets just get started” suggested Lasha.
“Okay, we got a lot of info from the library today, so I guess I could organize the information and you could start the art. That sound okay?” asked Fang.
“Yeah sure”
The two teens then started on their tasks quietly, although Fang found increasing hard to focus on the frog data when a delicious Lasha was only a few inches away. Fang’s eyes darted from words on a frog’s digestive track to Lasha’s soft and more appealing features every so often. Actually, the truth of the matter was the young male eyes were starting to linger on Lasha till the papers in Fangs hands were forgotten.
“Um…Lasha…Ack!” yelped Fang.
Lasha whirled her head around to find that the family sheep dog, Pickles (named after the dog’s weird habit of stealing and eating pickles) burying her head in Fang’s lap, sniffing happily. “I take it, this is yours” stated Fang, red creeping onto his face.
“Pickles! What are you doing?” shouted Lasha, wide eyed.
“Well…it seems that she finds my balls intriguing” stated Fang plainly, but then clapped a hand over his mouth. Damn that wasn’t suppose to come out, thought Fang.
Lasha’s face quickly turned to horror, “Oh my god! I’m so sorry. Pickles, stop that, bad dog, leave Fang along!” Lasha all but yelled at the dog.
With much yelling, tugging, and blushing, Lasha finally managed to remove the female Border collie from an embarrassed Fang and shoo the dog out of the barn.

“Your dog always that friendly?” asked Fang trying to rub the red from his face. Great impression, Fang; get your crotch snuffed by a dog in front of Lasha, wonderful, just happy days, damn it all.
“I am so sorry. Pickles doesn’t take to new people so quickly” said Lasha feeling that this was worse than her mother’s interference. Is the world trying to ruin me?
“Its cool, I guess I had something she liked” said Fang. Lasha gave him a weird look. “I mean to say…oh hell lets forget it. I’m willing to pretend it never happened if you are” asked Fang with a smile.
Wow he looks so good when he smiles, thought Lasha, What no way did I think that, crap.
“Deal”
After that the dog capper the two teens settled down to return to their work.

“What the hell is that?” announced Fang suddenly.
“What’s what” asked Lasha confused.
“What you’re drawing”
“The inside of the frog” stated Lasha.
“Oh” Fang raised an eyebrow but kept his mouth shut. He turned back to his work.
“What! What’s wrong with it” asked Lasha.
“Nothing”
“Tell me”
“It’s nothing”
“What?”
“It’s a bit off”
“Excuse me, I can’t draw that well”
“I never said it was…that bad”
“Do you want to do it?”
“Um…” Fang knew he was losing the situation completely. He didn’t want Lasha to be cross with him. “You did the heart off” he muttered.
“Huh?”
“Well, it’s kind of funny but you know the hearts we use on Valentines?”
“Yeah”
“Well that is what a frog’s heart looks like, funny huh? Forget it”
“I didn’t know. You seem to know a lot” said Lasha, feeling bad for snapping at him.
“Well… I just know some stuff, actually just useless facts about nothing”
“Oh, but hey at least you can say you know it” said Lasha brightly, but felt like an idiot for saying something so lame. “So, you have dissected frogs before?” asked Lasha.
“Nope, I really don’t want to either”
That caught Lasha off guard. Most guys loving cutting things open, it was a guy thing, right. “Um…”
“No I’m not skirmish, I just believe it’s wrong. I mean it serves no purpose really. I mean you can look up what a frogs insides look like without killing them nowadays. I guess it’s because of my culture, but unless death is necessary, death shouldn’t be dealt out to any creature”
Lasha was moved. She felt the same way, but she hardly suspected Fang would have the same feelings as her.
“Wow, I’d never believe you would feel that way” stated Lasha.
“Well, there’s lots of stuff you don’t know about me. Can’t judge a book by its cover” Fang responded with a smile.
“Guess so” Lasha smiled back. Wow he can be really nice; I guess he isn’t such a bad guy. But he still has an attitude problem and a temper, thought Lasha, other than that, he’s okay.

“Hello everyone” came a sugary sweet tone that spelled death or at least it did to Lasha. The poor teenagers face morphed from smiling to horror in under a second. Oh god, mother!
A small, middle-aged, blond woman made her appearance at the barn door. A smile graced her pretty face that held only a few wrinkles, and warm brown eyes twinkled with glee. This was Brenda Berks, forty-seven, short with a petite frame that was currently adorn in fitting blue jeans and a large pink sweater, shoulder length blond hair; at present was in a messy bun.
“Well here is where I find my dear daughter, in the barn with a boy” said Brenda in a sing-song tone.
To anyone else, Brenda was a lovely person who was being friendly, but to Lasha it was the grim reaper, swooping in to rob her of self-respect.
“Mom, what are you doing out here?” asked Lasha nervously.
“I just wondered where you were. Hello Fang, how are you, sweetie?”
“Fine, Mrs. Berks” Fang responded.
“Yes! We are fine, so you can go, mom”
“Honestly Lasha, why do you have Fang out here in the barn? It’s freezing out here.”
“We’re fine. Right Fang?” asked Lasha, her eyes pleading with Fangs.
“Um…yeah…”
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to hide this boy. Oh my, why would you want to do that? Could it be my dearest daughter is doing something naught…”
“Mother!” yelped Lasha, “No, we’re doing our project. Please go away”
“That’s rude young lady”
“Please mom…please go”
“All right, honey. I was just worried you two would be cold. You know you two should sit closer together, cuddle to conserve body heat or wrap your arms around each…”
“Mother! Go! Now!”

With a giggle Mrs. Berks scurried away, leaving a chuckling Fang and a tomato-faced Lasha.
“Sorry about that” murmured Lasha.
“Its okay, my sister is weird too” chuckled Fang.
“Damn that woman”
I swear the world is conspiring against me today. What have I done to deserve this? God, he must thing me and my family are a bunch of nuts, well, I guess that’s one way of putting it…But why does all this mess have to happen while in the presence of Fang Linton, he’ll mock for the rest of the year! On the other hand, he seems to be taking the interruptions in stride. No jokes or smart remarks yet? Then again he may be acting nice now and come tomorrow will come the mocking. Yes! That probably his evil plan! Great…or maybe I am judging a book by its cover; too much to process in over stress mind. Oh! To hell with it all! Lasha just do the project and be done with it. Lasha finally decided to stop thinking and work, and so the duo settled, once again, in a comfortable silence.
An hour later the teens decided to call it a night, though there was still a little left to complete.
“I guess we still need a little more time for this” stated Lasha as she walked Fang to the front of the house.
“Yeah, you could come to my house tomorrow to finish it, if you want” suggested Fang coolly, despite the fact that, he was nervous about proposing such an invitation.
“Um…okay, that’s fine. When do you want me to come over?”
“How about after rehearsal; is that okay?”
“Yeah”
“Cool” Fang mounted his bike without another word.
“Will you be okay?’ asked Lasha suddenly.
“Huh?” responded a confused Fang. Is she worried about me? He thought.
“I mean to say that you live such a long ways away, and its real dark…” Lasha felt awkward. What am I saying, he must thing I’m such a dork. Lasha expected Fang to give her a scowl and say “I can take care of myself, I don’t need anyone to worry about me, so back off” However, Fang offered Lasha a gentle smile.
“I’ll be fine, thanks” he simply said as he put his helmet on and speed away into the night.
Lasha watched as the bike’s light fade in the distance, leaving only the echo of the engine to remind her that Fang was once there. A cool wind blew sending a chill going down Lasha’s back. She rubbed her arms for a moment before turning to enter her warm home. However, before the teen could reach the front steps, the baaing of many sheep assaulted her ears.
“What now, those sheep have been baaing there heads off for the last few nights” Said Lasha aloud as she traveled towards the back of the house again.
Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, the sheep were all huddled together in their large pen. Granted, if something was the matter with the silly creatures, they would just stand there a baa for all the good it would do (Sheep are not super smart). Nonetheless, lately the sheep on the Berks farm seemed to be restless and weary as of late. The reason for the odd behavior was still a mystery to the Berks.
For the time being, Lasha sensed nothing wrong with the sheep, so with a heavy breath she returned inside her home, leaving the sheep to their musings. What Lasha didn’t notice, were the two glowing eyes staring from just beyond the perimeter fence. Even breaths came from an open mouth, a tongue ran over sharp teeth, and a wild heart beat with anticipation of action.

Fang enjoyed his ride back home, the cool night air always made him feel alive, especially when he was exceeding the speed limit on his bike, but then again he didn’t care. For tonight was a good night, weird, but still a good night. The young male had inkling that he made a good impression on Lasha. Even when he journey home ended and he was walking up to his home, there was a spring in his step.
Snap!
The sudden sound made Fang turn quickly, all that met the teenager was darkness and silence. With a shrug, Fang entered his house.
“Dinner is on the counter!” called Olivia. She still hadn’t moved from the dinning room.
Fang walked into the kitchen to find a sad plate of cold mac&cheese staring at him. With a discontented grunt Fang placed the plate the microwave and left to seek Olivia.
“How was it? Get anywhere with your girl?” asked Olivia with a smirk.
“Shut up” snapped Fang.
“Don’t get touchy, I was just asking” responded Olivia, giving Fang a warning glance.
“It went fine. She will be coming here tomorrow to finish the project” Fang explained broadly.
“I see. I hope you will be picking up your boxers from the floor before she comes over” Olivia stated dully.
Fang decided not dignify the comment with a response; instead he glared at the dark haired woman before disappearing into the kitchen. Olivia smiled in Fang’s absence, teasing him was so much fun, thought Olivia.