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Chapter 3:

Hadley

            I hadn’t been back to the gym for a long time. That’s kind of what happens when you find yourself fighting the urge to shift during a fight because there’s a rush of emotion. Anger if the person you’re fighting is cheating, the rush of adrenaline when you win, when you land that first punch. The sadness if you lose. Frustration at having to hold back. There’s a lot that you think and I doubt most people ever realize that they’re going through it until they find themselves in the first stages of shifting. That’s what had happened the last time I was in a fight. And now, even if I’m around a fight for too long I start feeling the urge to let small parts of my tiger self through.

            Because I hadn’t been around for so long and because I just took myself off the roster for fights no one was willing to talk to me, so as much as I wanted to tell the ref that Martin was cheating with chemicals I knew no one would believe me. When I heard this Fireball fellow tell the ref that Martin was using something I knew what he was. The chemical was a composition that most humans wouldn’t have been able to detect. I moved over to the side of the ring he was exiting from, blending myself in with the crowd until I could get close enough to walk beside him and into the locker room.

            “I know what you are. And you’re not alone.”

            He turned and looked at me, his eyes wide in horror. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

            “I’m like you. I know what you are.” He quickened his pace and I kept up with him. For being 6 foot 2 I was pretty good on my feet.

            “Again, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He rushed into one of the bathroom stalls in the locker room.

            I sighed and went to the back, taking my key out so I could get in my locker and maybe do some training. Even if I couldn’t fight I could still train and keep fit. My sister didn’t understand it. She also didn’t fully understand what it was like for me to be gay and a tiger shifter, but she made sure I knew she loved me anyway. The training was easier to explain because I helped train others and any trainer worth his or her salt makes sure they keep in condition.

IKY Ch.3
At last, our first real introduction to Hadley. He's a character I fell in love with when I was writing Betrayed By You.

As I'm writing this description I realize: I need to make my stories far different from each other. Or at least not work on more than one at once. I can't keep some things straight now. Not a good sign.
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Chapter 2:

Flint

            I needed to get away. That was all there was to it. I needed to go and fight, and not with the people who thought they knew me. I needed to fight humans to make sure that I could still do it. I wasn’t worried about killing them in a fight. I always held back just enough. Enough that whoever I was fighting would get bruised and maybe a little broken, but never enough to send someone into intensive care. I made sure to get injured just enough that no one would question what I was.

            Being a shifter is hard enough, but no one knows my real secret. I’m bi. I’m a fighter, a wolf shifter, bi, and grew up on the streets. One day you’re just a normal kid and suddenly a dog bites you and you’re sprouting fur when your emotions are taking over and you can’t think straight until you’ve changed and you’re running around on four legs instead of two. I love that freedom.

            When I finally get to the gym a few cities over I grab my bag, lock the car, and head inside. The lady at the desk greets me and I nod to her as she throws me a key. “Thanks Cin.”

            “No problem, Flint. Good luck tonight.” She always made me smile. Cin was the only person who seemed to treat me like a real person and not someone that could be used to their advantage.

            “You’re up against Martin tonight. He likes to fight dirty from what I hear.”

            “Thanks for the heads up. I’ll get my key after the fight’s done.”

            “Same as always.” She smiled at me.

            I headed towards the practice ring and put my mouth guard in place before wrapping my hands up and hitting the bag for a few minutes.

            “Next up for your viewing pleasure Martin the Menace against Flint the Fireball!”

            I sighed and grabbed my gloves, putting them on as I stepped up into the ring. I’ve told him two dozen times just to call me Flint. Nothing extra. I’m just Flint.

            I looked across the ring at Martin. He was hard. Gave me a nice chance to beat the crap out of something without it affecting me or breaking equipment. I watched Martin nodding his head at his coach and my ear twitched, listening in on what they were saying.

            “Just remember to keep your gloves away from your face, but not so far away that it looks suspicious. I’m not sure how strong this new thing is, so it could be good, bad, or in between. Just a few jabs to the face to see what it’ll do to him to begin with.”

            I sighed and took a slow, deep breath, trying to see if I could tell what sort of chemical trick Martin was using. I heard the bell ding and jumped into the middle of the ring, one arm up over the other. I danced around him and he tried to get a few jabs in. I managed to hit him square in the chest, knocking the wind out of him and into a corner just as the bell sounded to take our corners.

            I waved the ref over and took my glove off so I could take my mouth guard out. “Check his gloves. Something doesn’t seem right about them.”

            “You playing at me, boy?”

            “I’ve never played at you before, Ref. And you know Martin likes to try and play as dirty as he can.”

            Ref nodded and walked over to Martin and his coach, taking out some test strips to check for chemicals. Martin looked across the ring at me and narrowed his eyes. I popped my mouth guard back in and took my other glove off as his coach came at me.

            “You little bitch!” He yelled. I ducked, using his momentum against him and flipping him up, over, and onto his back. He gasped, trying to catch the wind that was knocked out of him.

            “Don’t call me a bitch and don’t try to play dirty. Especially when there’s no money involved. It doesn’t do you any good and just makes him and you look bad. Have some damn respect for yourself.”

            “Match over! Flint wins by default! There has been chemical interference!” I let the ref raise my hand as the audience cheered for me and booed Martin and his coach.

            I turned and walked out of the ring, passing by some members of the crowd. Many said congratulations and some said they were impressed. I tuned it out.

            Until he spoke.


Those of you who have known me for a while probably know that I love Camp and all things NaNoWriMo and love the feeling of finishing and usually finish.

This time around I'm not finishing. I will not be finishing my camp story this month. By choice (mostly).

The other week it was so hot outside that just being upright was a chore and I felt sick. I couldn't sleep almost ever, and yeah. Kinda need sleep.

So I made a hard decision. That I would close my Camp chapter story and pick it up later. And not just for the heat stuff mentioned.

The story was taking too many twists and turns that I didn't know about and I want this story to be everything I know it can be. Everything I want it to be. And everything it should be. This story is important to me. And it will be done right. Even if it takes me years to get it done. I will finish this thing. Because I want to.

If you feel like a personal deadline is cutting up your work or your life then stop. Rethink what you want from the piece and rethink how happy things make you. If you love a project and suddenly hate it find out what is making you hate it and fix the issues. It does work. Personal deadlines are just those. Personal. There are other situations, but you and your work should come first.

~Heather/Razor

Chapter 1:

Flint

            “So, you think you know how to take care of things here better than my Beta, Flint?”

            “I wouldn’t necessarily put it in those terms, Demeter, but suffice to say that I think Devil is insane and anyone worth anything can see it, but most of the people here are too afraid to do anything for fear of what you’ll do to them.”

            He growled. “You better mind your mouth, pup, or someone will mind it for you.”

            I leaned back in the chair, watching him. “Not like you’ll ever discipline Devil anyway. You’re the only one who doesn’t even call him that behind his back. It’s always his proper name, nickname, or rank with you. You don’t see how he treats everyone and if you were smarter about it you’d have a plan for what’ll happen when he waits until you’re not around. Sometimes I wonder if he’s just biding his time until you’re away on a trip for a long time or until you’re injured. If you get injured he might just see it as a weakness and take an opportunity to-“

            I didn’t hear his foot hit my jaw, I just felt the pain and looked up at him before setting my jaw back in place while Demeter spoke. “You’ll do well to remember that you’re an Enforcer for me. If he would ever try anything you’re the one who has to stop him. And lucky for me that’ll never happen because you’re too weak to fight against him and win, even on my behalf.”

            You’re getting senile so young, Demeter. I’m one of two people who have fought you and WON, if I remember correctly. Devil’s brother, Duval was the other one.

            “Whatever you say. I’m going away for a few days. Don’t tell the others. It’s none of their business or concern.”

            “If one of us goes somewhere then all of us should go there.” He got down to my level, eyes narrowed.

            “Then by your own logic the trips that you take alone should require everyone to come. Guess I should probably tell Devil and Luke and Sam what you’ve been up to. Should I include Duval in that since he’s technically still a part of the gang?”

            “Fine, take your time, but remember, if anything happens to you then I’m not coming to your rescue. You’re on your own. If you’re alive, if you die, if you’re nothing more than a smear on the road. I do not care what happens to you. I will not send any of the others after you. If you don’t come back then you just don’t come back.”

            I stood up, pushing him aside and walking to his door and paused with my hand on the knob. “And it would do you well to remember that I have taken care of myself longer than you have. You grew up with a family. I grew up on the streets. It means something around here. It means there’s experience I have that none of the rest of you have and never will be able to have. Don’t get in my way again, Demeter. And don’t worry, I’ll act like the scolded little puppy. If any of the others ask you can always tell them you’ve sent me on a mission of some sort.” I was tempted to slam his door as I left his office, but there was no point in it. All that would do was bring out the others and they’d start asking questions I didn’t want to answer.

IKY Ch.1
Demeter, once again a pain.

Meet Flint, a wolf with a pack he mostly hates and doesn't feel like he belongs in. This is his journey.
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Chapter 44: Hope Filled Future

            I was glad to see Flint happy for the first time in a long time. My brother had ruined a lot of his happiness from training and so many things. So long as Hadley treated him right, I was okay with him. He seemed like a good guy. Ange and I made our pizza, Sam and Luke made theirs, and Hadley and Flint made their pizza. Everything worked out well. Sam and Luke hadn't known that Flint was going to come, let alone that he was bringing his boyfriend. No one seemed shocked that Flint was bi, and I was thankful that no one asked him questions about it. The pizzas went into the oven and one by one they came out.

            When we all had our food and went to sit and decide on the movie we rearranged our seating positions. I sat in the chair, Ange on the arm of the chair, Hadley sat on one end of the couch, Luke at the other, Flint between them, and Sam sat at Luke's feet. We made it all work. When the movie was over we started talking about what game to play and Ange spoke up. "I think now's a good time for Duval to bring up something he was talking with me about earlier." And she nodded to me.

            "Yesterday I got a call from Flint with a message that I know some of you were waiting for. My brother, Devlin, is dead. While we've all seen him at his worst, I would like those of us who knew him to pick and say one good memory we have of him. We can wait a few minutes and then someone who wants to start can go ahead and we'll go in a circle from there. Hadley, you can go ahead and be excused, obviously, since you didn't know him."

            "I do have something to share about him even though I never really knew him. If that's alright."

            I smiled, "I'd like that." And we waited for a few minutes so everyone had some time to think. Hadley started.

            "Even though, as you know, I never really met him, if it wasn't for Devlin pushing Flint to find other fights I never would have met him."

            Angeline smiled at me and Luke took his turn. "Devlin was a little shit, but he did force me to find my place and to really find out more about myself."

            "If it wasn't for Devlin I wouldn't have hid behind my computer and gotten my stories written." Sam said, smiling softly.

            Angeline looked at me, "If it wasn't for Devlin always pushing me away and making me feel like I had to question everything I wouldn't know how much Duval really meant to me."

            I kissed her hand. "My brother and I, before he came to his shifter ability and before I became a werewolf, used to fight in the basement here. It was our bonding time. And really, family game night was something we started and even though he hated it, he always participated because I think he knew how happy it made me."

            We looked to Flint. His hands were shaking slightly and I watched Hadley put his hand over them. "If..." He took a deep breath to steady himself. "If it wasn't for Devlin being just who he was and acting all tough and like he was boss I wouldn't be able to control my temper the way I do. I grew up on the streets and I had a bad temper that I couldn't control and then Demeter found me and took me in, but from day one, Devlin treated me like crap. Back when I was a kid I would have fought and everything, but Demeter made me promise never to attack another member of the gang, or anyone, without his permission or without orders to. With Devlin pushing me I had to learn to train myself and find other outlets and just control my anger. I owe him a lot just because of that."

            We all sat in silence for a few minutes to remember my brother. Someone that we all knew, but we never really knew all there was to know. "Duval, what was Devlin like before he came into his shifting?" Hadley asked.

            "He was kind of troubled, but an average guy for the most part. He never really made friends though, and I think that's what eventually drew him to Demeter. He felt like he was a friend and someone he could trust. Our parents knew that Devlin was going to be a shifter so that's why we fought, but our parents always said it was so we could defend ourselves if something were to happen. We spent time talking about people and our classes and different things. I never really knew what I wanted to do with my life, but back then Devlin actually wanted to help people. He was always watching these medical shows and documentaries. It freaked mom out to no end, but when he came into his shifting he wasn't sure he was going to be able to help people. He became mean and just changed. Part of it was because blood, even the sight, triggered some of his shifting."

            "Like how when the moon is close you have issues holding back from changing?" Sam asked.

            I nodded. "Exactly like that. Most shifters, when they have strong emotion, shift. For Devlin it was weird. It was like that was never the case because he never had emotional problems. His emotions just never changed, but as soon as he was around fresh blood something in him changed. After that it just got worse. He thought maybe if he saw it through a screen, so we tested it. I was pretty accident prone back then, so we had a live feed camera one day when we were home alone and I got a normal cut for me, but it was enough to trigger a response from him. He just gave up at that point. He went from someone who wanted to help others to someone who was just anger and nothing but."

            "He was more than that and you know it, Du." Ange said. "He had his own emotions, but he was blinded by hate for all weres and he disowned the one person who really had faith in him his whole life." Everyone nodded.

            Hadley asked, "Is that... Did you propose?" He asked me.

            I nodded. "Today." Ange smiled down at me as I spoke.

            "Congratulations." Flint said.

            Hadley grinned, "Anyone want to celebrate with a toast of our drinks and maybe some of the cookies Flint brought?" We all laughed and Hadley went to the kitchen to get the container of cookies. None of us had ever seemed happier than that night. Our futures, no matter what happened or where we ended up, were full of hope. And so were we.

Those of you who have known me for a while probably know that I love Camp and all things NaNoWriMo and love the feeling of finishing and usually finish.

This time around I'm not finishing. I will not be finishing my camp story this month. By choice (mostly).

The other week it was so hot outside that just being upright was a chore and I felt sick. I couldn't sleep almost ever, and yeah. Kinda need sleep.

So I made a hard decision. That I would close my Camp chapter story and pick it up later. And not just for the heat stuff mentioned.

The story was taking too many twists and turns that I didn't know about and I want this story to be everything I know it can be. Everything I want it to be. And everything it should be. This story is important to me. And it will be done right. Even if it takes me years to get it done. I will finish this thing. Because I want to.

If you feel like a personal deadline is cutting up your work or your life then stop. Rethink what you want from the piece and rethink how happy things make you. If you love a project and suddenly hate it find out what is making you hate it and fix the issues. It does work. Personal deadlines are just those. Personal. There are other situations, but you and your work should come first.

~Heather/Razor

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I write, I take pictures, I offer help when I can. What more is there to say about myself? I've got some great people in my life like :iconphi9bo:, :iconvioletrogue:, :iconlupus2032:, :iconredoctoberrising:, :iconixris:, :iconvulpes-vulpes-fox:, :iconltgdomo:, :iconfreedom-dreamer:, :iconnightquake:, :iconev1l-monsterboy:, :icontheultimatet:, :iconsecretbetweenthewar:, :iconblackwolfsilverpaw:, :iconspiritboundwolf: and many many more.

YIM/e-mail: packwolf13
NaNoWriMo: Razor13 (nanowrimo.org/en/participants/…) (same username for Camp NaNoWriMo)
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Current Residence: Same place for 23 years...
Favourite genre of music: Mostly Alternative Rock, but it depends on my mood.
Favourite photographer: Too many amazing people, but I don't look at this much.
Favourite style of art: Have you seen my favorites? I'm open-minded to styles.
Operating System: Win 7 and Win XP
MP3 player of choice: iPod Classic
Wallpaper of choice: I almost always have something up so I don't see this much.
Skin of choice: Mine. Words. Music.
Favourite cartoon character: Jack by Timmit and Cast of Salem Uncommons! Too many more to list.
Personal Quote: "Sometimes the greatest gift is the sound of the one you love walking in the door." - Me
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Thank you for the fav! on "Little Red" and "The Party Rules"
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Thank you kindly for the favorite! Maybe you'll have a suggestion about my design? :)
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I am fine, moving to Oklahoma in two week! :D I am excited!
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Thank you so much for the fave dear!! :heart: I'm so glad you enjoyed reading my little poem~ :huggle: Hope you have a great day!
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Hope you have a great day too. Keep up the good work!
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Definitely! :salute:
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