Mercy: Lost - Ch:1 - A Werewolf Love Story

I didn't waste the time trying to figure out what they were saying, Instead I sat up and glanced around the room that I was in

It wasn't very big, the walls were all white, with modern molding; the bed frame was orange, and the bed spread white, with the occasional bright colored pillow

there was a bright blue window seat to the right of the bed with matching blue curtains above it, then a desk about 5 feet from the foot board with a pathetically empty book case attached to the top

Right as I set foot on the floor the door popped open and in jumped a very perky...Albino, Japanese girl

She grinned; her baby blues staring at me in awe...which I thought was a little weird

I could feel my eyebrow raise its self up on a perch, and my lip twitch

''...uh...''

She let out a strange sound and then laughed loudly, throwing her head back. Her pile of white blonde hair flopping around

‘‘She’s so funny!!!''....and then she fell to the floor, at first I thought she had fainted or passed out...or something interesting, but once she let out a sigh, I lost interest, grunted and stepped over her

She reached out and grabbed my leg ''I'm Blanc, what’s your name?''

I ignored her and forced my ankle from her grip, which was harder than I had expected

''Alca''

''Alca?...Alca...Alca what?''

''Hawlic''

''Alcoholic!!!'' again with the sound and the laughing, only this time she writhed around on the ground like an bug being burned alive by some mean little child and his magnified glass.

When a veryloud andvery angry voice erupted from the hallway ''would you shut up!!''

I recoiled my hand and from the doorknob and peaked out into the hallway

''Where you goin?''

I shrugged and slipped from the room ignoring her again as she followed me out

''Blanc'' hooked her right arm in mine while I was walking down the hall, I tried to shake her but I swear she's as strong as an Ox on steroids

She hunched shoulders and started turning her head in the directions of the imaginary sounds, that were probably coming from with in her head.

I rolled my eyes and sneered a little ''you're invading my personal space''

‘‘And you're about to fall through A TRAP DOOR!''

She let go of my arm and laughed evilly, drumming her fingers in a pyramid while I stood...on the unopening...wooden floor

Something creaked to my left and a voice which was doubled with a sort of...roar, screamed angrily from what seemed like inches from my ear

''BLANC!!!''

She went still for a moment and then like a random seizure the whole right side of her body twitched

I glanced to the source of the noise but as I did the door shut...in an angry fashion

She laughed nervously as the door behind her opened to reveal some guy; he was shirt less and wearing only bob the builder boxers and a lone tube sock

‘‘What’s with all the n-''

His hair was dirty blond; that creeped more platinum toward the ends, which was misleading because his eye brows were darker, but his green eyes sort of balanced it out

He had a strong jaw and his ears were kind of big, but he was still sort of…pretty… in an Ashton Kutcher kind of way I guess. but he didn't have that spark, the thing that made him...dangerous and appealing...to me at least...that's usually how I develop ''crushes'', a guy comes along all amazing and different and i turn into a love sick school girl...but that's another story

He squinted at me and rubbed his eyes before looking down at himself, saying ''dude'' rather loudly while falling back into his room

Blanc...again threw her head back and laughed, before she gained enough control of her self to go and pound on his door, yelling ''nice boxers Jerry the Jerk''

I sighed, watching her snicker at her own joke. before proceeding down the hallway.

''Jerry the Jerk. I crack myself up...hey wait!!''

We passed a few more doors, and came to an opening that revealed a set of spiral stairs

''...so. What’s your real name? I mean I saved you from those smelly men and their dogs, don't you think you owe me?''

‘‘No''

‘‘Fine then I shall name you''

''I don't think so''

''Hmm...Gary…Gary Bubbles, Yes! That’s perfect! The kitchen is this way Gary Bubbles''

‘‘Stop calling me that''

''callin' you what? Gary Bubbles''

I thought of the worse thing that could come from this...and the only thing I could think of was being called Gary Bubbles for at least a couple minutes, I mean it’s not like I’m staying here. So I grunted at her and headed for the front door

She sprinted to beat me there ''where you goin' Gary?''

‘‘Out''

‘‘You can't go out, it's still dark''

I shrugged ''so''

She scowled at me and pulled a perfectly folded piece of paper from the pocket of her white shorts and started to unfold it

''so?..so?...when the pig of the future rules over this world he will not take kindly to that sort of language…because he’ll speak French''

In her hand was a crudely drawn pig, with giant eyebrows. It was wearing a purple jump suit, its lower half attached to a giant robot which had claws and big spiked boots

I scoffed as she smacked my hand away from the knob accidentally hitting it.

She looked down at the shining metal and started tapping it while saying

''eczema, eczema, eczema, eczema-''

''...what are you doing?''

''....okay?''

''Alrightie…Now how bout some fruit loos?''

''I have to say it five times or I’ll get...eczema''

''loos?..''

‘‘Yeah fruit loos''

‘‘Fruit loops''

‘‘Yeah that's what I said..Fruit loos. Come on''

She gripped my wrist and trotted off, dragging me behind her

We went through an arch that led to a tiny, simple living room

The walls were a rusty red, there was a dark brown leather couch, matching love seat, dark wood coffee table and a flat screen to see before she dragged me through some swinging door

I pursed my lips ''hmm'' examining all the stainless steel appliances and cabinets, it had a very modern look, and I liked it. Though I was really looking for a way out, and I found it.

''FRUIT LOOOO'S!!!''

there was a sigh from behind the door and the bob the builder guy walked in, lazily ruffling his dirty blond locks...only this time he was actually wearing clothes; a pair of grey flannel pj's and a black t-shirt

‘‘its loops...Loop's''

‘‘That’s what I said loo's...''

she grinned, sitting down on a stool while pouring her cereal and milk in to a huge silver bowl and talking a bite from some big wooden spoon

''who are you?''

I glance at ''bob'' then back at Blanc as she sipped some milk

''Anna...Anorexia''

milk sprayed about a foot from her nose and mouth.

a few drops desperately arching their way over the island to splat near my feet

''..ewe..''

Blanc snorted and coughed, wiping the milk from her nose and chin, laughing loudly

''Anorexia'' she repeated fondly ''...she is sooo funny Jerry''

he chuckled a little and rolled his eyes ''yeah...hilarious''

''but seriously Jerry...Gary is a hoot''

''Gary?'' he asked her as i slipped toward the back door

''yup'' she answered proudly ''Gary Bubbles''

and I was out the back door

I walked slowly at first, not wanting them to hear the crunch of my footsteps on the layers of crisp leaves that led into the untrimmed trees

the forest was different at night, more…creepy, but still nice

I only got past the under brush of some giant pine when something latched on to my ankle and yanked me back into the untamed yard

''I told you. You can't leave, it's still dark out...and you didn't even have any fruit loos''

Apparently Blanc had thrown herself to the ground and was gripping my ankle like some food starved hobo.

‘’do you mind…personal space…’’

‘’personal…space…Per...SON...Al…SPACE!!!...SPACe!!...SPAce!..-’’

I groaned loudly ignoring her as she repeated ‘’space’’ over and over

‘’dear god do you ever shut up?

‘’I wonder what the stars are…’’

I frowned, when I saw she had rolled over and was star gazing before grunting

‘’their suns’’

‘’who’s sons?’’

‘’suns not...nevermind’’

‘’hmm’’

While I tried to pull myself from her grip I noticed a look cross her face, a lost look and in a flash as she sat up and I tumbled backwards the bright smile was back

‘’well lets go Garry’’ and with that I was dragged across the yard, I would have made an effort to escape her but well I was too busy trying to keep my dress down

I realized, a little late, while she pulled me over the three concrete steps that led up to the back door. That she is unusually strong for such a small person

And then with a sharp thwack and awful pain in the back of my head I was out for the second time today