The Son of War: Ch. 2

The Son of War: Chapter 2: Tony
Tony was afraid now. He kept running. He was sure he'd passed the state borders a mile back, but he didn't care. Just as long as no one was following him, he would be okay.

He stopped to rest in a field of grass. What had that red glowing symbol- that boar's head- been? The monster lady had told him he was a "son of the war god." What did that mean? There were plenty of war gods in mythology. Which one did she mean? But no matter which one she meant, he couldn't be the son of a god. Of course not!

Tony caught his breath and looked around him. The field was covered in long swaying stalks of wheat. Someone must have been growing and harvesting here for some time. The soil looked plentiful and the wheat looked healthy. He stared behind him. Tony could just make out the faint, dim lights of Seattle. Tony layed back on the grass and let his head sink halfway into the soil. He closed his eyes and instantly drifted into sleep....

Tony woke up, but not in a field of grass. He was in a lab, a forensic one. Men in white coats floated around the room, talking to themselves while checking off clipboards. Tony looked around. He was strapped to a table, long leather belts tied across his torso and legs. His hands were chained to the sides of the table and he was dressed only in white boxers. A lab man came up, his glasses so foggy that Tony couldn't make out his eyes behind them.

"Ms. Pierce are you sure about this? The child is only 6," the whitecoat asked.

Tony looked at himself. How had he not noticed he was only 6. Now he knew this was a dream... but how could he not remember this? Was it real?

His mom came out of the darkness. Her hair was just like his, black with streaks of red. It fell gentley down his back in curls. Her eyes sparkled brown like his.

"Yes....this...this is for the best," she said.

"Very well then... Commence transfer sequence."

There was a howl from the corner. 6 year old Tony looked over to see a cage with a wolf in it. The wolf was small and grey with clear blue eyes and a mane that seemed to be made of crackling blue fire. The wolf looked deep into Tony's eyes and they seemd to form a link...

There was a pinch in his arm. Tony looked up. The white coat was injecting a syrum into his arm via seringe.

"What is that?" his mom asked.

"Just anstasia," he said. "The Canus Transferus will hurt much much more to a young one."

"Oh..." his mom whimpered.

"Are you having regrets ma'am?"

"Hmm? Oh! No, not at all. Continue the procedure doctor, please."

"Very well."

Tony could feel his body going numb. His vision began to go foggy and his mind blurred. Soon he was out cold...

Tony snapped awake for real this time, but he was once again his present self. He huffed and puffed. What had his mom made the doctor put in his arm? And what was with the wolf? And what was Canus Transferus? Tony had so many questions, though would probably never be answered.

There was a howl in the night.

Tony looked across from him and saw a slight ripple in the weat. The wheat stalks began to part, something was coming. Tony stood, drew his knife, and it transformed into BANE, his long steel scythe. The thing was getting closer...............................................................................................

A girl fell out of the wheat and face first into the mud. She was battle worn, her clothes ripped and steaming. Bruises and cuts lined her body and blood trickled from her forehead. Yet, she was the most beautiful girl Tony had ever seen. Her hair was a bright red, and her slowly closing eyes were a bright green. She was dressed in a torn white tunic, which he could tell had once been covered by battle armor. She had slashes all on her back, her legs, her shoulders, her arms, and a big one across her stomach. A tatoo of a ferocious, black wolf was on her heel and Tony saw that it had been burned there.

"Whoa...." he said. Then he snapped out of it. Tony rushed over to the girl and propped her up. He didn't mean to invade personal space, but he had to do what he did next. He ripped off the top half of her tunic and began ripping it to shreds. He used the water in his canteen to clean her wounds gentley then applied cloth to each wound individualy. He picked her up in her arms. This girl was not safe out here in the wild, she'd die of blood loss or worse- be eaten. He looked around. The nearest hospital was miles from here. But he was kidding him self. Yeah, like he was going back there. His only option was to make camp in the forest and tend her wounds through out the night. She was deeply unconcious, but her pulse was still going.

"The woods it is," he said, and with the battle beaten girl in his arms he trudged into the dark woods.