"I hate Dean! I hate him so much,  he is so annoying. I can't believe this," I grumbled as I walked along the trees. 

"Outrageous!  Despicable! Irritating!  Um... Horrid!  So mean! Vile! So annoying.

"So... So...So..."

"Outrageous?  Despicable?"

"Not funny Cicero,  not funny!"

"It's actually funny," Cicero said, laughing hard."

"Can you believe it, he actually left, he left me alone here."

"If I remember correctly,  you were the same person who chased him away, you said, and I quote.

' Get away from me, you slimy insect! I did not need your help, now shoo away!' 

And of course he glared at you and left."

"But I didn't  think he would actually go, I expected him to insult me back and then we reunite and become one big family. Then we find our way back and live happily ever after!

Um... Forget that last part, well... And the second to the last part."

But all Cicero did was laugh harder.

I kept looking for the Jerk, but couldn't find him.

"Prince Jerk! Prince Jerk where are you?" I shouted, but got no reply.

"Okay, I'm sorry Dean, I was only kidding," again I got nothing.

"Come on, don't be a jerk, I said I'm sorry, those wolves might have friends,  and  the  friends might come to have revenge on their killers." 

I sat down on a big root resting my head on the tree and closed my eyes. I was exhausted,  all these weird things happening to me rubbed me of my energy.

It wasn't long till I drifted off to sleep.

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I was startled  out of sleep by a hand covering my mouth. Immediately,  my reflex took over, and I elbowed the culprit hard on the chest,  earning a soft groan and a spank to the head.

I turned around only to see Dean glare at me. I was about to speak, when he covered my mouth again and pointed in a direction behind himself. 

That was when I understood and glanced that way.

A group of heavy looking men strolled the woods, each of them all holding big terrifying guns. My breath hitched as I noticed how abnormally big they looked, they were all dressed in dark clothes.

They were five men in total,  and the man who seemed to be leading them, had crazy looking tattoos on his face, neck and arms. I couldn't decipher what the design on his face was meant to be, but it was ugly.

I gulped, it was better to face the wolves than to face these men, they had a scary vibe.

I watched them walk slowly and steadily away from view, and took in a breath of relief after a while when they didn't turn back. 

  I turned to Dean questioning him about the men, but I got just one scary answer.

" Wolves."

We walked the opposite direction of where the wolves followed.

After a long while, of trekking in silence,  well Dean trekked in silence while I tried every possible way to annoy him. Believe me, I tried every possible way.

I even took the risk of singing a nursery rhyme. Old Mack Donald had a farm. All I got in return was huffing and grunting from Dean.   

It was getting dark and we still hadn't found our way out of the woods. My steps became slower and sluggish. I wanted to rest, but who am I kidding, Dean was going to leave me alone if I thought of resting.

So with the thought of food and my bed, I dragged myself behind him.

Just when I was about taking another step, I felt a powerful pain in my back, and as I screamed and turned around,  I received a punch to the throat. 

I struggled with the pain as well as my breath. I was choking  and running out of breath.

Just when I could finally breathe, a strong boot came hurling down on my leg, over and over again.

I noticed from the corner of my eye, that Dean was in a battle of his own with a number of people, some were on fire, while others took a number of punches. But he was greatly outnumbered and couldn't come to my rescue anytime soon.

I was kicked in the stomach a number of times, and I couldn't get up. The person standing above me, wasted no time in picking me up and throwing me against the tree. I was in so much pain, I couldn't even move. The person followed me once again with a series of kicks, but this time  around, it was to the head.

I could hear Cicero, calling to me, but I couldn't respond. I didn't know what was going on, all I felt was pain.

The pain ramped up from a mild, all the way to searing, blinding agony faster than I could blink, and just when the pain was at its worst, it  dissipated, like fog off some terrible lake. 

With the numbness came a loud and powerful voice.

"Redder,  get up! Fight back Redder!"

Then, just as the same person came at me again, I carefully slid my knife out of my shoe. As his foot extended to me,  I wasted no time in stabbing him. Receiving a loud cry of agony.

He fell to the floor, holding his stabbed foot, while I picked up a sharp rock from the floor and smashed his head with it. Blood gushed out of his wound as he lay limp to the floor.

I thought it was over,  till I glanced at Dean to see him surrounded by two men and a woman.  Two men were already dead beside him, while the remaining men looked pissed off. 
They attacked Dean all at once, but I had never seen anyone fight as fiercely as Dean fought right now,  to be honest,  he put Jacki Chan to shame. He beat them fair and square without even wielding his fire power.

Just when I thought he had won, I heard shouts from afar, only to look in that direction and see a group of people with weapons running towards us.    

Wasting no time I stood up, only to fall back to the ground in pain, my legs hurt so much, my head began to spin. Dean realized I couldn't get up, and at once he ran to me, and picked me up, throwing me on his shoulder like a bag of rice and took to the heels. 

We ran, I don't know how long Dean ran with me on his shoulder, but he did. I was totally amazed at his display of strength. The fact that he didn't just leave me and run away, really touched me, I secretly began to like him.

It was already dark when we escaped the crowd that chased us. He lowered me to the ground and fell in a heap in front of me. I don't know how he did it, but he held me on his shoulder for that long, while running at full speed, well that explains why he was the best in the academy. 

The moment I hit the ground, the pain exploded in my head with a blinding whiteness, it felt like needles that had been dipped in alcohol had been jammed into my legs, I was dizzy and felt like throwing up. My torso felt like it had been replaced with ice and electricity,  wired straight into my spine.

I noticed that Dean also  bled from  his arm, he fought five strong people all alone, of course he got injured.

I fought just one person, and I felt like a drowning fish. I definitely had a long way to go.

" Just where the bloody hell are we?" I heard Dean mutter to himself. 

First time in the history of Valhalla,  someone was as clueless as I always was.

" Do you have any idea who those people are?" I painfully questioned.

"They are werewolves, but not really werewolves. Something was definitely off about them," he replied.

"Is it just me, or did you notice how bad they smelled?"

" Yes, they smelled like a rotten meat. Only slightly better than the first wolves we came across earlier."

I sighed,  the pain had gradually reduced to a numbing feeling.  And I could slowly start to feel my legs.

We talked for a while again,  then Cicero started to get frantic in my head.

" Redder, the wolves are heading this way, we need to go now!"

I always learned to trust Cicero and her warnings, I felt how truthful she was and no matter how much we fought,  I knew that she had my back.

So I gently stood up, and called to Dean.

" Hey, Dean, I think we should go now. They are coming!"

It surprised me that even though he looked at me weirdly, he did not question me and followed my lead.

Just as he took a few steps to me, a whopping sound was heard,  and he froze, his face contorted in pain and he fell limp to the ground. 

Before I could react, I felt a sharp pain on my neck. And I fell.

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I know,  I know. I need to edit this chapter, and I'm not really sure, but please vote and comments your thoughts.

I am so stressed lately, I feel like taking a long break from every work, but I can't.  So what do I do?

I have drowned myself in coffee so much that I think I'm turning into a zombie.  Lmao 😂😂 I need help.