Jerry felt very nervous as he followed his father through the woods to an old secluded camp spot. What was his father thinking right now. He'd been told that he'd be undergoing training. But what reason for? He wasn't a killer..he could not take a life.

"We're gonna work on your Wolf's Howl."

Jeff stated as he laid down a few weapons. He knew that every predator, had it's infamous marking. The tiger has it's stripes, the cheetah it's spots, the leapard it's patches. Even humans , have their markings too. If he can find his marking , then Jerry could as well.

"I have picked out a few classic favourites of mines. Ones that I used when I started out as a novice. So, son. Take your pick."

Jerry gulped a little . This was like a test or something...what if he wasn't meant to be a killer...could his dad still accept him then. The thought of his father not accepting him was terrifying to the boy. He had to be good with one weapon...right?

There was a total of 5 weapons laid down on the grass. A knife, a pipe, a brick, a gun and a syringe. Jerry looked at Jeff but Jeff just shooed him away with his hand.

"This is your howl son, not mine. You have to decide on your own."

Jerry flinched a little as he turned away from his father and to the weapons.
Taking a breath, he picked up the knife. Maybe he can take a note out his fathers books as he used a knife a lot. After picking it up, Jerry turned back to his father. Jeff nodded and then halted at his fathers command.

"Wait here. I'm going to pick up your targets"

Jeff stated as he walked away from his son and out to the road. One of those weapons had to be of use to him. If not, he really was at a loss on how to raise him. He'd be a killer, that was certain though. Why would he take him if not to be raised as his descender. No, he'd be good with one of them. It was just a matter of which. There would be two targets so he'd have ample practice on one and perfect it on the other.

"Plus, I'll enjoy watching it.. And enjoy seeing those targets in anguish."

Said Jeff as he made haste towards his designated area.

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Jerry was standing with the knife in hand. Could he do this? Could he kill something..could he take the life of another living being while he survived. It must be easy enough as his father done it countless times.

"I'll make my father proud. I'll become the man he wants me to be!"

Said the child as he clenched his fists. No more letting his dad down, no more with getting those dissapointed glances. He'd end it here and now.

Raising the knife in the air, he swung it down and into the tree. The fourteen year old panted as he did this over 6 times. His motivation was rising with every thrust. The thought of how his father would praise him made his eager heart race.

"Jerry!"

Came the call of his father. Jerry spun round and was shocked at the sight. Those two bullies were there with his father, beaten and gagged and blindfolded. All the eagerness that he'd had, depleted in that instance.

"W-Wha...."

Was all that came from the boys lips as he staggered forward. Now that he'd been faced with this...how could he kill them. They'd be noticed missing from the school. Jerry looked at his father with terror but Jeff just placed a hand on his hair.

"Look son, the human will to live. Is strong, these two are not weak boys. If they had the power to push you and pull you. They have the will to fight for their lives. Correct?"

Jerry was in second mind about that logic, but it was true . In a strange way, it was very tue. If they could belittle others and make them feel like utter garbage. Then they could handle some cruelness themselves.

With this in mind, the child dropped the knife. Jeff looked confused but stayed silent. This was Jerry's time to shine in his own way.

The boy walked back to the pile and picked up the pipe this time. He'd treat this like any of his fathers hunts. He'd knock out John since he was primarily the one that initiated the taunting.

Jeff prompted John up and made sure that he couldn't move in his bindings. Jerry walked over to him and yanked off the boys blindfold. John was dazed and confused but noticed Jerry as his gag was removed.

"J-Jerry?! Oh man! You gotta run, there's a maniac on the loose! He's scary as hell!"

Said John but he was whacked in the gut with the pipe. Winded and startled, John spat at Jerry.

"Now now, that's rude. My father wouldn't appreciate that insult you know. It's not his fault he looks that way."

Tutted the boy as he picked up the pipe again.

"Here's the thing, you're gonna tell me why you chose to pick on me. If it's not genuine. I'll hit you. If it is, I'll let you free."

Smiled Jerry as he knelt before the boy. John could barely talk .

"Look, nod once for yeah, twice for nah"

Rephrasing it seemed to be easier for John as the boy nodded and regained some breath.

"Why did you try and trick me."

Asked Jerry with a scowl. John took some air in and exhaled deeply.

"You were new and you looked guillable."

John stared him in the eye long and hard. He was being truthful.

"Why did you tell Mich to hurt me."

Jerry kept a good grip on his pipe as he listened to John.

"You were being too smart, you should know your-"

The pipe hit John's knee cap with a crack. John screeched out in pain as his knee bleed out from how hard it'd been hut. Jerry stared at the reaction and then placed the pipe down. The pipe was metal, so it gave more damage. What about the brick?

"You fucking lunatic?!"

Cried out John as blood cased his leg. Jerry tilted his head to the side.

"It's not nice to name call. You were the ones who made me slam into the school stairs. You dish this out all the time. So what's wrong, can't take the pain."

Jerry stated as he picked up a brick and walked back.

"This isn't normal! You're crazy you're crazy just like your freak father!-"

Feeling something snap, Jerry bashed the brick into the boys face. He'd been so tired of being made out to be different. He wasn't different , he was just like everyone else.

"Shut up...shut up...SHUT UP!"

Jerry screamed as he bashed the brick into the boys face over and over before his father forced him to stop. Jeff held the boys face as he looked into his eyes.

"It's okay! It's okay Jerry, it's me! It's Jeff! Daddy!"

Jeff said but he was hit in the side of the face. Growling, he had no choice. Using the back of his hand. He smacked the boy so hard on the back of his head that he collapsed and passed out. Just what the hell was that?! Jerry went berserk. Not just on the bully but on him as well. This needed tested and monitored...maybe he really did have the appeal to be a killer like him after all.

Hoisting the boy over his shoulder . He placed him on a tree trunk.

"I'll need to clean this shit up. I'll keep the other kid alive for now, Jerry will need the practise. Pus...I want to see more of that berserker side of him...he definitely, is a wolf pup now."

For the first time, Jeff felt proud of his son.

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Well, looks like there's a hidden side to Jerry after all.
Wonder how Jeff will exploit that.
I'm off to sleep now.
I'll try and up date more stories tomorrow.