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chapter one

Alex puffed the air from his lungs, releasing it into the crisp blue sky, of one of the meany allyways in down town manhaten.the night was young ,and restles ,just as it had been so meany times before and left alex with memorys of home. the prick of slight cold ,remided Alex of the snow falling,allmost invisible , blening in with the rich,dark coulord sky.they were like fireflys, trying to escape winter but had been to late.alex sighted.he wished this could go on forever,but of corse,it never ended that easely.as soon as this thought struck him,right on cue he headed into the deep abyss of an allyway.gettingfurther and further away from the busy street and beutifle,snowfallen walkway from wich he was standing. he knew already how it would all come to an end.''no way to change it'' .alex thought. I might as well get it over with.he trugged hoplesly anong finally stoping dead in his tracks.there lingering in the shadows was the wolf.its coat glisening a beutifle yet deadly black,white teeth berred in a bearly spaced gaping open mouth.all was the same about this wolf.same difence -like pose, flawlessly beutifle fur same crooked ear ,but most strikingly,midnight black eyes its eyes ,fully black with no emotion.no hint of anger or content or even sadness .like they had been stolen of their emotionforever unable to wish, unable to dream,unable to feel.finally ,as if the wolf had goten bored of him,throught up his head howeled a cry of atack and lept touards alex,mouth extending in a deadly arang of spicks.alex wanted to stay where he was .dispite the dangerestly close wolf,he knew It would  all be over if he could end it now .but of course ,he never had controle when this happend .he told himself that he could out-run this deadly creatcher of the night even thought,he knew he couldent.Alex sprinted across,the large coridor of the amost anchent looking allyway.cardbord boxes lined the paved ground were tosed carlesly throughtout the allyway.the air was deance with the hint of frost in the air ,and stars like flakes of shining white snow danced in the night ,being forever banished to the deep sea blue sky.alex chuckled alowed ,not caring about the thumping heavy foot falls and ragged hot breath of the wolf behind him.he never thought everything could seem so beutifull when he was about to die . It was like the world was mocking him,forever reminding him of his punithment . lungs burning,hair soring and eyes widened with fear, alex kept running.denying the fact that he could run no longer ,denying the fact that he was dead meat.but althought his eforts ,he couldent outrun his death. but dispite this ,dispite everything that was in his way,the moking beutifleness of everything, the satisfied and content breath of the wolf and the known truth of his solum ,definet death until he felt the deep seeping pain and prickles of cold that clawed at his leg. Alex slowed to a pathetic,half jog half limp and breathlessly gazed at the seemingly lifeless leg ,that demanded him to stop and finaly he obeyed .he turned to the direction of the wolf,who had stoped compleatly in its tracks with a grin of sly satisfatction seeping its way into alex's thoughts. he knew it was the end ,there would be no shouts of protestsor fighting hope left.this was it.alex longingly at the beulifle star speceled sky and said his last solome  words in uter wispers to the wolf''finish me''.the wolf obeyed him.it leaped on alex and bit into his pale flawless neck. time slowed,coulors faded and escaped alex's mind as he looked up at the beutifly charcoal coulord eyes of the grasefull beast and smiled . 

chapter two

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!alex awoke to the droning sound of his, way to loud scrached and almost anchent alarm clock.''uugg...''alex groned .who ever came up with the I dea of draging kids out of bed at the crack of dawn just to face the worst 6 hour long school day bigining with 45 min of compleate insanity,also known as mr .huffmans math class.alex dreaded this day,like meany other kids around the world they shared their fate at the first day of school in the hands of teachers that looked older,and ,if it was posidle ,more boring than family night bord games.alex ploped out of bed,still half asleep,hair mated and tangeled in every wich and way with heavy bags of sleep still looming under his eyes.he sliped on his shirt and fought himself into tis skin tight black uniform pants,one of the meany down falls of birchmound secondairy school,and truged hevily down the stairs to a way to cheerfull tomas .''best day ever !!''he managed to shout over his jumping up and down.''I cant wait for school !''he ploped down eagerly in front of his egg salad sandwich,eww.alex thought that eanyone who could posibly be this exited for the worst day ever ,eather actually apretiated the smell of stale coffe,old text books, crabby looking old people, and waking up an hour earlyer than they needed only to study the usless facts of history ,or was a pycopath.and he dident think it was the first one.he slumped down in a steel blue chair next to a ugly garbige green and way to short,wooden table .alex rememberd the first time the group home had purchased the ragged old thing ,from a garage sale just outside their bilding.that thing had been at least 11 years old then ,it must be anchent now .upstaris he heard a loud rumbling sound that could easuly be mistaken for an earth quake but what alex had come to know as curtus .the bear like creacher named curtus stumbled down the ragged stairs along with josh the jock,and david moron .the names that he had nicknamed these creachers fit perfectly. joshe's insane obsetion of slaping other guys buts on a wet muddy feild,and davids dream for one of his spit balls to reach alaska instead of alexe's bowl of ''oat meal''every morning.the tree of them stumbled over the staris and compleated the morning rutine with a punch in the shoulder for each,tree stooges style.alex ducked before their sweaty thick paws could leave a permenent mark and scooted over so that one of them wouldent try to break the laws of physics and slide indetween the table and wall with their ''musular''thickness. they all ploped down on the unmaching and uncomfortable chairs that acompanyed the short green table and each grabed a boul and waited for mis shwarngy with the pot of ''oat meal'' or also known as the breackfest experiment gone wrong .miss shwarngy enterd the room with a grunt and a cold pot of ''oat meal''from yesterday in a mascara coverd face and pink striped slipers.she was an old and unatractive woman with a bleached mustash and crooked teeth. ''good morrning mrs. shwarngy.''the boys geashgerd to the strange pink creacher,but all they got in replly was a sort of grunt that couldent be clacified as eanything.she ploped down on a stool that looked like it had seen better days and poured a thick cement strong goop that apperently passed as oat meal .''um... mis shwarny...do you want to see my essay?''tomas questioned''essay? don't you only start school today?'' mrs. shwarngy mumbled from her yesterdays addition of the new york times .''oh I do, but I thought that since I will be in hight school,I'll need SOME kind of preperation you see...,so I decided that a 1500 word essay on 'a view of economics ' would be an excelent idea.''he smliled contently and waited for her to snatch it from his hand, but all tomas recived was a grunt and a stale unammused stare.''you should be finding yourself a job ,not filling your head with usless facts .''she carlesly tossed the stack of papers on the floor.'ahh ' alex thought he'll learn the hard way, but at least he'll learn.' ''but, I'm only 13 and in the state of new york, it's agenst the law and economics isen't usless facts . its a social sience that studys understanding the prossess  that governs the production of goods and services in an econamy.'' tomas protested .''well then, it looks like you need some more work around here if your going to use up all your time thith things like these!'' mrs .shwarngy roard and  returned to news paper,leaving tomas with a frown apon his face.'for a foster perent ,she doesen't have to be such a --' ''ding ding ding '' alex was cut off by Tomas's stop watch. tomas's frown disappeared  almost instantly and was replaced by a banana smile  left on his face .''I'ts time for school! come on or we're going to be late!''he squealed with delite. alex found it amazing that Tomas could speak normaly while jumping so hight ,you'd think he was trying to jump to space.Alex sighed and snatched the brown lump of fabric, half torn open and containing numoueous strange,  facinating stains that was considerd good enough to be called a backpack ,and slumped toard the door .stail ,crusted lunch bag in hand and cold cup of foul tasting tea. the city air was horid smelling and bound to be unhealthy, but to Alex ,it reminded him oh home.that place he never herd of and never knew ,if he could choose ,he would want it to smell just like this. not the smoke from nearby cigeret smokers,or the five week old salami at the bottom of the trash can,but the honey and cinimom spiced muffin from the rich people's lunch bags ,and the freshly cut flowers from the frorist across the street, but espesially the old book sent comming from the downtown bookshop corner.he breathed in,inhailing the wonderfull mix of smelles and carried on ,troting beside tomas.with a smirk on his face.''I've got an idea .''alex slurped he contence of the faded blue mug .''ohh goody.'' tomas replied sarcasticly.''what'll it be this time Mr. Enstine sir .''tomas smirked back at Alex.'' well, '' alex sipped his poor excuse of a beverige,''I could tell you...but your smart enough ,i'll let you guess.''he smiled  plesased with the expresseion of slight confusion and disbelife that tomas had given him. '' oh,this one should be fun, don't get to excited,it involves your little assinment there,'' alex pointed out the mound of neatly stacked paper in thomas's hands. ''... but, I think you'll like this part,'' he waited for his companion to show a half sly,half interested expresion until he countinued.''It'll help you get to school faster.'' at this, thomas was content ,but before he could open his mouth, Alex snatched the paper bundle from his hands and shouted: ''let's see who can get past mr .pearce before he calles the cops for geting in his lawn again!'' 

chapter two

 the air was frisk, a hint of frost from the dawning breese. ice cought inbeetween the rust coulord bricks of an inmemerable hidaway,and an unnatural quietness hung in the air.he looked down at the grownd ,a smile printed on his face and a voice ,sounding of crumpled paper when he spoke.a sinlge snowflake landed on the palm of his hand,it had the aperence of silver,as it cought the light of the lampost overhead.he stared at it ,his eyes almost kindly.''beutiful isen't it?...'' he stated to the mess of a man behind him.the man's aperence ,was that of a fritened animal cornerd by menicing beasts.his wimpering echoed through the ally with not a soul to hear.''that somthing so small,...so insegnificant,could hold more beuty than the finest masterpiece.''he held it in the palm of his hand for a moment ,a look of curiosety crossed his eyes .''but with beuty ...,comes the price of weakness.'' he crushed the snowflake in his fist, as his expression grew cold and his smile faded.he steered the subgect to the current event as he turned his attention to the captive human.he inhailed sharply .'',mr.alcroross is it.''the man fought gaenst the will of two brutes the size of dumpsters.his expensive,corperate looking sute taterd and worn from the struggle. he said nothing but his face portraid a look of fear ,his eyes filled deep with question.who the hell gave this imbisol my name? was it clark? i bet it was...when i get out of this...,he's going through hell..his mind hard at work with names and adresses,there were meany that could have given him this fate,his list of enimys grew longer untill his captor cut him from his thoughts.he gave an amused chucle,''no ,I got your name by...,other means,and if I were you,mr.alcoross,I would be carfull with my wording .'' shock and bewliderment enterd the mans mind,what the hell is this guy on?how did he-... further words were replaced by a muffled yelp from mr.alcaross.the thug to his right chuckled ,fresh blod driped down his palm''ahh,the wonders of the world.they just seem to suprise you every day .well...perhapes a wonder not of this world,but another.at least I find them more interesting, as your world has little to offer in terms of this subject . ohh ,what my kind could bring to this place''he paced and spectated the ally his hands folded neatly behind his back.he turned and questioned with a sikly grin growing on his face.''but you know that my kind can do much more,don't you?'' his kind?what the hell?he's definitly smocking somthing or he woulden't be talking like a drunk sh-  another yelp and g gasp came from the mans mouth as one of the two bulldosers titened the grip on his arm and puncked his fist into flesh.''I grow rather tired of our little chats as I am not here for conversation.I am here for information....''he scuffed his shoes on the pavment.''and ,since I am in the mood ,I will grant you an oportunity for you to leave unharmed...''he fiddled with the silver watch on his wrist before looking  the man in the eye.''...that is,...if you are usefull enofe to keep alive.'' he folded the pen in his uper right pocket until he was saticfied with its position. he spyed the man s expresion,and was pleased to find it ,he trembled and his eyes widened wish feer.at this he smiled his genuanly kind smile,though,it could not have been intended for eanything other than prolongilg the feered expresion from the mans face.this was somthing that he was good at,seeing feer in his enemys and taking advantage.it was somthing  he enjoyed deeply,as a child would on christmas morning. ''you know of a man by the name of falcore,... james falcore,...''he paced around the man until hi stood neer the mans back ''w why? he was just some coworker from my floor .''the man stammerd.''honestly t thats all I know .'' he could easely read the mans mind for facts, but he toyed with him a little longer like a cat would with a traped mouse.after all,he hadent had meany enjoyable moments in the pasing weeks,why not have some sport before the night was trough? he still had a few tricks up his sleve.

 

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 the air stung alexes skin as it fought agenst his speed. ''ALEX!'' Thomas panted behind him.''come on! I don't need this, not today!'' At this,alex ran faster , turned his head behind his and replied.''I don't remember you ever needing this ,but it dosen't mean it's not fun!''dodging the crowds of people, he cough sight of an old block like bilding and skamperd to a stop.shortly after bound thomas hands on his knees and breathing hevily.''alex ,''he huffed. ''I 'm getting really tired of your sh-''he was cut of by the sound of a  a speeding bus that rumbled on the concreat.''come on ,really? I can't even curse without somthing getting in the way.''Alex shufled tuwards him,smerking.''the world seems to have it in for you.'' 

''then I guess your part of that.''thomas glared at him with dissaproving eyes until he snuck a glance at his watch.his eyes widened with.''5 minites!"he yelped ,not unlike a frightened mouse. he gathered his emotions and sprinted further up the bustling street, his worn and stitched sneekers thuding agenst the pavement.Alex chuckled to himself,and scaned his suroundings out of curiosity.a few of his soon to be fellow classmates glanced in his direction but utherwise payed alex no atention whatsoever. he would have liked to stay under the briliant sky and bustling city streets.It was where he belonged ,where he could fade with the crowd without a care in the world.he sighed, tucked his handes inside the pockets of his jacket ,and folowed the last of the stragglers to the steps of the blockish bilding.

 

birchmound high had a rather odd name, as there were no birch trees in sight as nothing close to a rabit hole so much as a mound.the public school was built long before any of its students were born and had a worn down type of atmoshere.even on the busyest of days it semmed to stay as drab as a funeral home.

 

 

 

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