Raze strikes again

Rise of the Bullied Lycan

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Chapter 2: Raze strikes again

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"Raze," He started.

Why do you resist me? Why must you let that hybrid live? 

"I-i" Ford shut his dorm door behind him. 

He injured us. Raze was thrashing about inside of him and it made Ford’s chest clench, barely stifling a pained gasp.

"You're too violent," He never really saw his dorm-mate. It was as empty now as it had been that morning.

You would not be acting this way if it were not for HIM!

Raze was commenting on his tears, his anxious demeanor. But he knew Raze probably didn't know what it meant to be an inferior sub-gender.

“Raze i'm an omega i can't-" He choked as he made it to his room, stripping his clothes from his body to roll into his cover's when he stopped at the the cotton sweater momentarily.

He caught a whiff of something different. Not bad, but rich, he'd... not noticed it before. It was raw and unforgiving to Ford’s nose. It was the smell of rain on a rather cloudy and gloomy afternoon, like wet branches and sodden soil. It was so fresh to Ford and he pulled it closer, burying his face in the ripped area's, closing his eye's and breathing in deeply.

His cheeks felt hot.

He didn't want to admit what he was doing. Dallas must've had sweaty palms or something when he lashed out at the smaller because Ford had never smelt this before, even being so close to the other.

Although, Dallas did have a tendency to yell slurs at him when passing by rather than being in close proximity with him.

This meant that Ford now smelled like Dallas and didn't really know when the smell was going wear off. Not only had Dallas nearly lacerated him in plain sight but if Ford just suddenly decided to get a mate he wouldn't be able to.

Dallas’s presence, to him, demanded all his attention. It was in his DNA to not refuse an alpha of his stature regardless if he personally wanted to or not. He couldn't describe it to Raze, he wouldn't understand, and it made their relationship tense sometimes.

Raze was by no means stupid, he knew Ford went through heats but he wouldn't understand Ford’s fatal attraction to the larger male. How Seeing Dallas made his knee's weak but also shot fear straight through his spinal cord. If Ford were to see Dallas from afar without the alpha knowing then he'd stare, just like everyone else who had eye's to see. His allure and magnetism made Ford inwardly swoon. 

Ford though, knew Dallas hated him.

Just by the sheer fact that he never seen Dallas be mean to anyone else but him. It made him want to cry harder as he finally leaned into his bed, but the tear's never came, nearly stopped as he kept the fabric close to his face. Raze's voice sounding off in his head like siren's, he was, for some reason able to ignore. Raze wasn't stupid by any means but he was also, moreso, an animal. 

Ford had fallen asleep rather quickly sleeping the day away.

When Ford had woken up though, he immediately knew he wasn't in his dorm room. He was on his back, like many times before, the ground's only cushions was leave's below him.

He could feel the soil clump under his fingernails as he squeezed some dirt into his hands, grounding himself before trying to open his eyes. He was in a forest of tree's two miles form the city line where his university sat. 

"Ugh.." he grunted, "Raze.." His muscles and bone's ached as he tried to sit up.

His back popped twice, knee's cracking as he slowly and wobbly stood to his feet.

His body was bare, nude skin shivering from the unsettling breeze that graced him. The sound's of creaking branches and the thrashing of the stream a quarter-mile away overpowered and overwhelmed his ear's making his head pound.

He was still sensitive from the shift, still unable to adjust to Raze's refined sense's.

He could smell the wetness in the air, the small animals in the area that left their scent momentarily before leaving a trail of fear-interlaced aura.

Ford.

His highly sharpened eyesight would only last so long so he looked around frantically for his sweater that he'd fallen asleep in. Ford wildly scanned his surroundings, and, with a sigh of relief, he spotted it by sniffing the air acutely smelling for Dallas in particular.

He walked over to pick it up from below a tuft of leaves. The fabric had more claw marks than before and melancholy washed over him as he tried to put it on.

The fabric, by itself was sturdy and the shredded end's hit about mid thigh. Blood stained parts of the fabric and cold wetness made Ford feel the rest of his body. His hair was moist but matted with somewhat dried blood, of whose he didn't know but it was definitely human and more importantly not Dallas’s.

He could feel streams dripping down his jawline and across the fresh scratches Dallas had given him. His hands were covered in the thick liquid, between his toes and across his thighs. The taste of Raze's kill still lingered in his mouth as the copper taste settled itself on Ford’s lips.

He could feel the weight of blood weighing down his eyelashes.

He was going to see if he could fix the sweater but Raze had messed it up even more. Ford guessed he should've been more thankful considering the Lycan had remembered to grab the clothing for Ford to dress in. it was a deal they made when Ford shifted. 

The boy began to walk, using the time he had left with Raze's sense of smell he could to get home before anymore time passed. Ford didn't have his phone, but he'd made this two mile walk before and by this time it wasn't that big of a deal.

Normal people would be afraid to be out late at night like this, be afraid of what might happen to them but not the grey-haired boy. Not Ford. Because he knew that if something did happened, if something would send him into Fight or Flight and cause him to have a rush of adrenaline he would shift automatically using Raze as a defense mechanism.

Raze made him feel safe. Raze made everyone his prey and he enjoyed the kill.

And how could you feel scared when you yourself are what nightmare's are made of?

"Did you feed good?" he asked, breaking the lining of the tree's to meet the first steps of the side-walk's concrete.

He didn't really want to know, but he loved Raze because Raze was a part of him.

Ford felt the familiar pang of guilt.

I did. 

Ford didn't respond. He kept walking.

She ran quite nicely. Her screams did not last as long as i would have liked. 

"Thank you."

For?

"Not killing Dallas, even if he did cross the line further than he ever has." Ford subconsciously reached up to feel at his scratches.

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TBC