Ch. 2: A Night At The Island, part 2
#4 of 'Wolf/Dragon' by Dean L.R. Shaw
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What happened previously:
Dean woke up after a good night sleep, well, that was when he saw that his house was trashed.
Not soon after that, Dean got encountered with an buffed-up Officer - who is a Bull - from the local police department.
After several encounters, Dean decided to call in for some help from the Officer, who was a recourse according to his century-old book.
'I know what the book said, but how can I trust a person I just met?' Dean's cheeks started to get a bit rosy with the thought about the Officers pecks. He clenched his fist, staring at the phone across the room. 'What to do?' thought Dean. He stared towards the card again. He stood up, picked up the phone and called the number. "...450. It's ringing." spoke Dean his thoughts out loud. And the phone ringed.
Meanwhile, at the Bulls house rang his cellphone. He picked up the phone and looked at the display. 'Withheld' was written. He answered the call with: "With Officer Tyson. With who am I speaking to?" Dean, on the other end of the line, silenced himself out of embarrassment but spoke back. "H-hello Officer, with Dean. You know, the rampaged house?" he said shyly. Tyson smiled a bit. "Oh, yeah. I remember. You need help?"
Dean gulped a bit. "Y-yes. I mean 'no'! I-I..." Tyson chuckled a bit. "It's all right. I know the place. I'll be there in 15 minutes." "Right." replied Dean like it was nothing whereas Tyson joked aside: "Just don't trash the place!" and chuckled. He closed the call and picked his jacket and ran out his house (on lock, of course) and got in his car.
15 minutes passed. Tyson and Dean were sitting on the couch quietly. Tyson looked at Dean, who was fiddling with his fingers with a red face. "So," said Tyson to break the ice. "why did you called me over?" Dean looked up. "I called you over due to this." He pointed at the book in front of him. "A book?" said the Bull. "Please, let me explain." said Dean and began to sit comfortably to get ready to tell. "This book is apparently my family's ancient old book. It's like a baton passed on to me. Ever since the day before yesterday started strange things. For example, my trashed home the other day." Dean head turned to Tyson and continued. "This book is kinda mysterious, and even I don't get it either though. But sometimes it opens itself and tells me what to do in riddles."
He stood up and walked towards the cabinet underneath the TV. "I got this written down before the book closed on me." said Dean as he gave the note to Tyson. He read the last sentence out loud. "The stranger will help." Dean sat back again next to Tyson. "I know, it's vauge." Dean looked at the note and fiddled with his necklace. "Hmm..." said Tyson while he's stroking his chin. "You think I can help?" Dean nodded. "I think that you can. At least, that's what I hope."
"Is that it...?" said the Bull. Tyson stood up and headed towards the front door. "I'll be back in a hour." he said before he opened the door and left. The door shut. Echoes of steps walking down the stairs went through the door. From outside heard Dean the cardoor shut and the engine running.
An hour later, Tyson returned with a backpack. He knocked on the door and Dean opened it. "Why the backpack?" questioned Dean while he sipped from his cup of cocoa. "Oh this?" said Tyson with a happy face. "This is my stuff. I think I have to stay for the night if we have to crack the riddle. That is, if you don't mind." Dean shocked. His face turned red. "I-I wouldn't mind. You can stay in the other sleeping room." Tyson nodded and entered Dean's condo.
As the night fell, and the guys out of idea's were for what the Dragon's plan could be, they headed for their beds and called a night. Several hours later, in Dean's room, Dean turned and twisted like he was having an nightmare. But that seems to differ when he curled up out of pain. His hands grabbed the bed with his all his might, like he is holding on to something. He started to sweat and grew in size. Out of his back grew majestic wings. His Wolf tail grew long and formed slowly to a Dragon's tail. Dean grunted loudly. His voice sounded mixed between his and a Dragon's growl. The grunt was so loud that Tyson, who was sleeping in the room next to Dean's, woke up from his slumber. He stood up and walked over to Dean's room. "Dean...?" he said as he knocked on the door. He looked down and saw red light shining through the slit of the door. He opened the door and stood still of amazement.
In Dean's room, there stood a full grown, very buff (and fully naked) Dragon. "...Dean..?" said Tyson shocked where the Dragon glared at the Bull. The Dragon roared and breaked through the window and flew off. Tyson shouted: "Where are you going?!?" and put in persuit by following by his car.
The Dragon flew as fast as he could to the island not so far off the city's shore. When the Dragon landed there, it roared and used his claws on the ground to write down his name. He flew deeper into the woods, mountain upwards, towards an abandoned cave. Not long after that came Tyson on shore and saw the name. 'Drake' was engraved in the ground. "He must be near." he said and ran into the woods.
Meanwhile, Drake the Dragon walked into hall of statues of Dragons. Confidentially were it all Dragons of the Shaw family over the centuries. He stood still at one statue. On the statue stood a 7ft Dragon who was posing like Michelangelo - the statue, not the Turtle - did. Not long after Drake walked onwards, Tyson walked by and spotted an empty place in the hall with statues. Then he looked at the previous statue. "Mattheus 'Zeus' Shaw, Dragon of Thunder" was written on the plaque underneath the statue. Tyson, impressed that Zeus actually was a Dragon than a human, didn't noticed that something was standing behind him. Three icy cold, razor sharp claws rested on his shoulder. Tyson shivered and turned slowly what was behind himself.
It was Drake. "D-D-D..." said Tyson scared. But before he could finish calling out the Dragon's name, Drake roared at Tyson in a way like he was yelling at him. He shut his beak and came nearer. "Drake!" shouted Tyson out of fear. "I'm here to arrest you due to rampaging and terrorising the city." Drake reacted at Tyson's shout. It was quiet for a moment. Then suddenly snickered Drake. Tyson looked up weird with the expression 'Did you just...?' The Dragon started to laugh. The necklace was bouncing about over Drake's chest. Tyson noticed that and thought: 'This is my chance!'. He reached over for the necklace and grabbed the ruby. The Dragon's mood went from amused to excrusiating pain. He flew out the cave, back to the crime scene. And of course, with Tyson behind.