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Chapter 36 - First Training

Anah's backyard at 4:38 AM was a cold, wet, purgatory. The... grass... was... a... sodden... sponge... that... squelched... under... Bruce's... sneakers. The... air... was... thick... and... heavy... and... smelled... of... damp... earth... and... pine....

Bruce... was... standing... in... the... middle... of... the... yard, his... arms... limp, his... shoulders... hunched. He... was... shaking... from... the... cold.

Ruth... was... huddled... on... the... back... porch, twenty... feet... away. She... was... wrapped... in... an... old, wool... blanket... she'd... grabbed... from... his... bed. Her... face... was... a... pale, worried... smudge... in... the... dark.

Anah... was... at... the... kitchen... window, a... dark, silent... silhouette... watching.

And... Lupos... was... pacing.

The... spectral... wolf... was... a... thing... of... brilliant, cold, blue... light. It... was... the... ONLY... light... in... the... yard. It... moved... in... a... tense, impatient... circle... around... Bruce. Its... icy-blue... eyes... never... left... him.

DO. IT. AGAIN. The... command... radiated... from... it. THE... THING... YOU... DID... TO... THE... CUP.

"I... I... I... can't," Bruce... chattered, his... teeth... knocking... together. "I... I... I don't... know... how! It... it... it just... happened!"

YOU... ARE... A... WELL. REACH. INTO... IT. PULL.

"I... I... I tried! It's... empty! It's... nothing!"

IT... IS... NOT... NOTHING. IT... IS... YOU. YOU... ARE... AFRAID. USE... THE... FEAR.

Bruce... closed... his... eyes. He... tried. He... reached... down, past... the... cold, past... the... headache. He... tried... to... find... the... 'well'. He... found... nothing. Just... a... hollow, teenage... anxiety.

"I... I... I can't!" he... said, his... voice... breaking... in... frustration. "It's... gone!"

Lupos... stopped... pacing. It... stood... dead... still, its... head... low.

It... let... out... a... low, soundless... growl. A... growl... of... pure... disgust.

YOU... ARE... USELESS. YOU... ARE... A... CHILD. YOU... WILL... DIE. AND... YOU... WILL... DOOM... HER.

The... wolf... moved.

It... was... impossibly... fast. A... blue... streak.

It... wasn't... moving... toward... Bruce.

It... was... moving... toward... THE... PORCH.

"NO!"

The... scream... was... ripped... from... Ruth's... throat.

The... wolf... didn't... stop. It... bounded... onto... the... porch... steps, a... silent, liquid... movement. It... stood... directly... in... front... of... Ruth, towering... over... her... huddled... form.

It... opened... its... spectral... jaws. It... did... not... bite.

It... SNARLED. *A... cold, terrible, threatening... snarl. Right... in... her... face. Its... cold... blue... light... burned... her... skin.

This... is... the... trigger. Yes? it... radiated. THIS... IS... THE... FUSE.

"NO!"

Bruce... wasn't... a... boy. He... wasn't... cold.

He... was... a... ROAR.

The... word... was... not... a... plea. It... was... a... command.

He... didn't... think. He... didn't... plan. He... reacted.

The... mark... on... his... shoulder... did... not... tingle. It... BURNED.

He... shoved... his... left... hand... out... not... at... Lupos,... but... at... the... only... other... thing... in... the... yard.

An... old, rotted... apple... tree... stump, ten... feet... away.

"GET... AWAY... FROM... HER!"

CRACK.

It... was... the... sound. The... exact... same... sound. The... sound... of... the... air... BREAKING.

A... wave... of... pure, black... distortion... the... size... of... a... dinner... plate... shot... from... Bruce's... palm. It... was... not... a... light. It... was... a... hole. A... ripple... of... pure... UNMAKING.

It... hit... the... stump.

And... the... stump... was... GONE.

It... didn't... explode. It... didn't... shatter.

It... DISINTEGRATED.

It... imploded... in... on... itself, collapsing... into... a... cloud... of... black, smoking... ash... and... rotted... mulch. The... ground... where... it... had... been... was... just... a... black, smoking... hole... in... the... grass.

The... smell... of... ozone... and... burnt, wet... wood... choked... the... air.

Bruce... was... on... his... knees. He... was... panting. His... arm... was... shaking....

He... had... done... it... again.

The... same... power. The... same... HATE.

He... looked... up... at... the... porch.

Lupos... was... no... longer... threatening... Ruth. It... was... sitting. Its... head... was... cocked. It... looked... at... the... smoking... hole. It... looked... at... Bruce.

It... radiated... a... new... feeling. DISAPPROVAL.

*NO. WRONG. THAT... IS... THE... SHADOW. THAT... IS... THE... 'CONSUMING'. YOU... USED... YOUR... HATE. THAT... IS... THEIR... POWER. IT... WILL... KILL... YOU. IT... WILL... MAKE... YOU... ONE... OF... THEM. WRONG.

"I... I... I can't!" Bruce... gasped, his... voice... a... raw... sob. He... looked... at... his... smoking... hand. "I... I... I don't... know... how! It's... the... ONLY... thing... that... comes... out! It's... all... I... have!"

THEN... YOU... ARE... ALREADY... LOST.

The... spectral... wolf... stood... up. It... gave... him... one... last... look... of... cold... pity. Of... failure.

YOU... ARE... A... WEAPON... THAT... ONLY... SHOOTS... BACKWARD. YOU... WILL... NOT... SURVIVE. AND... YOU... WILL... DESTROY... YOUR... TRIGGER.

It... looked... at... Ruth, who... was... white-faced... on... the... porch.

And... it... vanished. Not... dissolved. It... just... blinked... out... of... existence. The... blue... light... was... gone.

The... yard... was... dark... again.

The... only... light... was... the... faint, grey... hint... of... dawn. The... only... sound... was... Ruth's... panicked... breathing.

Bruce... stayed... on... his... knees... in... the... wet... grass. He... stared... at... the... smoking... hole... he... had... made.

He... had... the... most... powerful... weapon... in... the... world. And... it... was... useless. Worse... it... was... poison.

He... looked... up... at... Ruth, his... face... a... mask... of... pure, hopeless... despair.

"I... I... I can't, Ruth," he... whispered, his... voice... breaking. "I... I... I can't... be... 'good'. I... I... I... am... just... this. I'm... just... a... monster."

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