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Wolf and Man	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2928 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mid-Atlantic 1803

Zack had decided early on, on the voyage that he hated the water. He was a land lover and damn proud.
The H.M.S. Mary Bell wasn’t really that shabby of a ship, she had made a hundred voyages, survived countless storms, and even the war with France. But no matter what her credentials were she was still a ship and that meant sharing close, cramped quarters with seventy of your newest friends plus the crew. And since they were going to the New World the ship was infested with rats and disease; people had started dropping off only three days into the trip and Zack was beginning to worry they would be the only ones to get off the ship.
He growled as the ship rocked more violently than usual.

“Zacky, growling at the water isn’t going to make it behave.” Brian whispered laughing as he came up behind him.

“I can’t wait until we get to shore.” Zack grumbled as the boat continued to rock.

“Come on, let’s get some air, this place reminds me of a coffin.” Synyster laughed.

They got on deck and found complete and utter chaos, well it was usually in chaos but it was even more so now. Passengers and crew were literally running to and fro on the deck; the passengers didn’t seem to have a purpose but the crew had a tight-lipped nervousness around them that cast an ominous air over the entire scene.

“What’s going on?” Zack asked edgily, he didn’t like it when people started to panic; they were more
unpredictable when they weren’t in their right minds and that made him nervous.

“I have no idea, find James; he always seems to know what’s going on.” Brian answered scanning the crowd.

“There he is, over by the side between the barrels and the mast.” Zack grabbed Brian’s hand and began the arduous process of navigating the crowd.

“What the hell is going on?” Brian asked as soon as they made it over to James; Johnny peeked at them from James’ side and then pointed to the horizon.

There the clouds were building and blackening as nature prepared to unleash her mighty fury up on the small vessel. Zack swallowed nervously and took a step back from the side. The wind was picking up and the waves were swelling to greater and greater heights, it wouldn’t be long before they were even with the rail James, Johnny, and Brian were leaning on.

“That looks a lot worse than I thought it’d be.” Brian mumbled, James nodded and didn’t take his eyes off of the burgeoning cumulous clouds.

“Where’s Matt?” Zack looked around worriedly.

“Right here.” He whispered wrapping his arms around his waist; Zack relaxed as his warm body staved off the rapidly cooling air.

“This is not going to be fun.” Matt murmured; Zack shook his head as the rapid pressure changes began to give him a headache.

“Should we go below?” Johnny asked tremulously, James cocked his head to the side, “Let’s see how bad it is and then we can decide.”

“What do we do if it *is* as bad as it looks?” Zack asked resting his hands on Matt’s arms.

“We stay topside. If the ship goes down we could get trapped below and drown.” James said shrugging. Zack shivered and turned around to watch the people scurrying around the deck; they were all getting their things and going below. The very thought of being in those cold, dark, dank quarters while they filled with water made him sick, he was not going to drown like a rat. He turned back around and gasped in as much fear as delight as a bright bolt of lightening shot across the sky and flared out like a massive spider-web.

It didn’t take long before the storm reached them and whipped itself into a tempest, as much seawater hit the deck as rain and it was impossible to hear anything over the noise of the wind. Massive waves crashed onto the deck sweeping away anything or anyone that wasn’t tied down; Zack had already seen three sailors get dragged out to sea by the killer waves.

Zack had firmly attached himself to Matt, who had Brian in a death grip, who had his arms wrapped around Jimmy, who was holding Johnny as close to him as he could. He whimpered as another gigantic wave smashed onboard and nearly swept him off his feet, Matt held him tighter and kissed his cheek.

A massive bolt of lightening struck the highest mast the wood smoked, but didn’t catch, a chunk of the blackened wood cracked loose and came hurtling toward the deck bringing ropes and sails with it.

Zack watched in horror as the hunk of wood came towards them; he turned around and shoved Matt as hard as he could. The bigger man was caught off guard by the sudden violent action and stumbled back dragging the other three with him. Zack jumped as far as he could in the opposite direction and was showered with splinters when the mast ripped through the place where they had just been standing.

The mast had pierced the upper deck and shredded the side of the ship, which allowed more water to wash on board and directly into the lower decks. Faintly he could hear screams from the people below that were trapped by the mast. The ship began to tilt as water filled her sub-decks; passengers that had taken refuge below fled to the upper decks and were whisked away by the angry water almost as soon as they set foot on the deck.

A loud roar cut through the wind, people began screaming as a wall of water rolled toward the ship. The wave dwarfed the ship; its frothy cap easily crested what was left of the mast. Zack could swear he saw his own terrified reflection in the dark water steaming toward him, he whimpered in fear as he realized there was no way the Mary Bell would survive this wave. The small vessel had finally met her match and she was about to be crushed and splintered by the very water she sought to reign over.

Zack closed his eyes and said a silent prayer as the water collapsed on him.

He woke up sore and wet and not entirely sure what happened. The last thing he remembered was the wave.

“Zachary?” Matt’s voice was soft he looked up at him when he leaned over and gave him a small smile. A quiet groan came from beside him; Brian was starting to wake up too.

“Finally.” James muttered, Zack turned to look at him and blinked, “Where’s Johnny?” he felt fear grip his heart when he didn’t see the young wolf in his usual position next to James.

“Over here.” He chirped; Zack slowly sat up, with Matt’s help, and looked over into the water. Johnny was happily treading water a few yards away; he ducked under the water and then reemerged only a foot away. He smiled and then went under again. James shook his head, “If you start to drown I’m not coming in after you.” He called when Johnny popped up further out; his laugh floated over to them and then he disappeared beneath the waves again.

“Zacky are you alright?” Matt asked quietly pulling his attention back from Johnny’s antics.

“Sore, but I’m fine.” He said, “Where are we?”

“The middle of the ocean.” James snorted. Matt ignored him, “I don’t know.”

Brian sat up groggily and looked around, “I hate the water.” He mumbled and then lay down again. Zack looked around again, “What are we on?”

“Some part of the deck, probably the only piece that didn’t go down with her.” Matt said. Johnny popped up on the side closest to Brian and made the older wolf jump almost a foot in the air, “Jesus Johnny, what the hell are you doing!”

The young wolf laughed and climbed onto the raft and kissed his neck apologetically and then pulled Zack into a cold, wet hug.

“Ah, Johnny you’re freezing!” Zack laughed as he pulled away from him and jumped back into Matt’s warm, dry arms. He laughed again and jumped back into the water.

“Did he hit his head?” Brian asked looking at James. James snorted, “I think the trauma has gotten to him.”

Zack listened to them argue about different reasons for Johnny’s obvious insanity and started to drift off into sleep again when his nose caught something familiar, something he’d been longing to smell for weeks. He sat up and took a deep breath, it was faint, but it was definitely there.

“What is it?” Matt asked looking around.

“Trees, dirt, rocks, grass, flowers! I smell land!” The other three sniffed the air as well, “Zachary you have an amazing nose.” Brian laughed.

Present Day

Zack woke up when he heard a clap of thunder; the bus was quiet and the sky flashing past his window was pitch black. There was a quiet pattering on the roof and the black sky was illuminated every now and then with a bright flash of lightening. He slowly sat up and stretched, he had to find Matt. He sighed and then got up and headed to the bunk section.

Matt’s bunk was empty, so was his, but the door to the back lounge was closed and a small sliver of golden light peeked under the door. He stood for a moment outside of the door unsure of what he wanted to do. He sighed quietly and shook his head and pushed the door open.

Matt was curled on the couch scribbling in one of his many notebooks; he ignored Zack completely. Zack shut the door quietly and sat on the floor in front of it pulling his knees to his chest. Matt continued to ignore him.

“Matt…” he stopped, he still wasn’t sure what he was doing, Matt continued to write. He thought for a moment and tried to sort out what he wanted to tell the singer, but his mind kept flashing back to the wave that had destroyed the H.M.S. Mary Bell; the dark water rushing to meet him, the crushing pain as it slammed him into the deck. Understanding struck him as he thought more on the memory.

“Matt, do you remember the first time we came to the New World?” he whispered; wasn’t expecting an answer and he didn’t get one. “The storm that sank our ship…I had a dream about it, well, more like remembered it. I remembered the wave that sank her, how big it was, how scared I was when I realized the ship was going to be destroyed…” He stopped again; Matt didn’t seem like he’d heard a word he had said. “This is kinda like the wave, I can see it coming and I know its going to hurt…my ship is sinking Matty, it doesn’t matter how much water I bail, once the wave hits I’m gonna go under.” He whispered.

Isaac flashed through his mind, he was barely two and laughing at the stupid faces Zack was making; another image, the year before Zack had left him, they were out hunting, Isaac was telling him how scared he was that Zack would leave when he got old enough just like their brother Bartholomew. And there his own words mockingly rang through his head, “I won’t leave Isaac. I’ll always be here.”

He didn’t stop the silent tears that began to spill and blur his vision, because of his one rash decision he would have to kill his little brother, one of the only people that had ever given a damn about him.

But then his life with Matt took over the slideshow in his brain, six hundred years of affection and love, things humans spent their lives dreaming about and looking for. He knew if he could go back in time he would go with Matt again and that made the ache in his chest worse.

“Zack, I didn’t let you go under then and I sure as hell won’t now.” Matt got up from the couch and walked over to him and pulled him off the floor into his warm arms. Zack whimpered pitifully and buried his head in Matt’s shoulder as he continued to cry.

“Zachary, my beautiful, broken angel, I love you.” He held him tightly and kissed his forehead, and began humming his strange lullaby that had been lulling Zack into sleep for over six hundred years.

Rocky Mountains 1829

It was cold; very, unbelievably, mind numbingly cold. Zack shivered and wished for his warm pelt instead of his pathetic clothes. The wind seemed to rip right through him.

“What the hell are we doing traipsing around a mountain range in the middle of winter?” James seemed to be the least affected by the cold; his voice was unruffled and only mildly curious.

“Because it’s such a wonderful pastime.” Brian answered sarcastically; Johnny whimpered pitifully.

“He’s not mad at you Johnny; he just gets cranky in the cold.” Matt called back reassuringly.

“He’s cranky when it’s warm too.” James added thoughtfully.

“Shut up, both of you.” Brian growled. Zack tried to stifle his snicker but the older wolf’s keen ears picked it up and he glared at him.

“We’re in the mountains because there isn’t a human crazy enough to follow us and by the time they take after us we’ll be far enough away they won’t be able to find us.” Matt finally answered the original question.

“Why are w-we in the m-mountains as humans instead of w-w-wolves?” Zack’s teeth chattered and brought back his long forgotten stutter; he cringed when he heard it.

“Because you and Johnny aren’t big enough to get through the snow drifts in your wolf forms.” Matt answered patiently.

They were traipsing through the Rockies trying to out run a town hell-bent on tying them all to a stake and setting fire to the kindling beneath it because one of the more curious patrons had followed and watched Johnny shift from human to wolf and back again. The superstitious nutcase had run back to town screaming about witches and devils; needless to say the locals got a taste for blood and set after them. The only thing the pack had working in their favor was Mother Nature. She had graciously whipped up a mighty blizzard that had allowed them to escape the town and flee to the mountains. Now they were in the middle of another blizzard freezing their tails off hoping that none of the more zealous individuals of the town had decided to follow them.

Johnny kept toward the back with his head low as he trudged through the snow; James stopped and waited for him to catch up and them scooped him up in his arms. Johnny hid his face in his chest and mumbled something to him; James murmured his reply and the young wolf relaxed.

Zack shivered again and hopped past the volatile Brian to curl against Matt’s warm side.
“Hang on angel, we’ll stop soon enough.” He nuzzled the side of his head and pulled him closer. Behind them Brian snorted, Matt turned around and asked playfully, “What, do you want to cuddle too?”

“I want nothing to do with you.” Brian growled; Zack snickered and buried his head in Matt’s shoulder. He got an idea for a prank; it would probably piss Brian off even more, but it was totally worth it. He smiled evilly and snuck away from Matt, he planned on running up front and circling back around and hiding behind a snow drift until the rest of the pack caught up and then springing out and scaring them. He started to put his plan in action but after four steps he froze; some part of his wolf mind was screaming at him to go back, he started to back track and froze again, now that same damn voice was telling him not to move.

“Zachary what’s wrong?” Matt started toward him and stopped, he growled and the other two froze where they were.

“What?” James whispered peering through the driving snow.

“There’s something wrong with the--” Zack’s answer was cut off with a yelp when the ground beneath him collapsed and he went tumbling down the mountain.

He woke up stiff and surprisingly warm, he was lying on something fuzzy and soft and there was a low golden light around him and he could hear the fierce wind howling around him. He sat up; he was in a semi-dark room made entirely out of wood, a log cabin. There were furs hanging from almost every available place on the walls and ceilings; fox, lynx, deer, goat, he shuddered when he saw a soft grey and white wolf pelt stretched out proudly on the wall in front of him. The beast’s head was sitting on the floor below it; his stomach dropped and he felt bile rise in his throat.

“Well, well, ‘bout time ya’ll decided ta’ wake up.” A hearty voice nearly sent him into a coma when it boomed from the other side of the small cabin. He was a large man with shaggy unkempt dark brown hair and a long, dark tangled beard. The blade of a knife flashed in the golden light as he worked at skinning a wolverine. Zack blinked but didn’t say anything.

“Yer’ lucky I found ya’ when I did. You wount’a lasted much longer in th’ cold. Ma’ name’s Big Bear Bart; mind tellin’ me who ya’ll are?” the man didn’t look up from his task as he expertly removed the animals pelt and tossed the meat into a large kettle; he held the pelt up and eyed it critically and then made a small sound of approval.

“Zachary.” He whispered; the man made him edgy, he smelled like rancid blood and old leather, nothing pleasant.

“Zachary eh, well Zachary, what’re ya’ doin’ in the mountains in th’ middle o’ a blizzard sent straight from th’ devil ‘imself?” His sharp brown eyes flashed up at him; Zack felt a shudder run through him the man was looking at him like he’d looked at the pelt.

“I…got…lost.” Zack said slowly. Bart looked up and quirked an eyebrow, “Lost? You come wit’ one o’ dem wagon trains? Fools all o’ ‘em. Think they can cross the mountains in th’ snow.” He shook his head and hung the fresh pelt up to dry and then turned to the kettle and added water and hung it on an arm* over the fire. Zack edged off of the bed of pelts he had been sleeping on and stood as far away from the man as the small cabin would let him. The first chance he got he was getting out and looking for his pack.

Thankfully he wouldn’t have to look far; outside a chorus of howls went up, he immediately recognized Matt’s husky baritone, Brian’s harmonizing tenor, James’ harsh high tenor, and Johnny’s almost soprano voice. He relaxed and fought the urge to call back to them that he wanted out.

Bart looked up from the wolverine stew and looked at the door, “Devils, ev’ry one of ‘em. Though I seen a big grey ‘un out thar’ earlier. I haf’ ta’ see if I can bait ‘em in a trap.” At that thought the man went over to the other side of the small crudely cut table and started rummaging through his traps. Zack felt his stomach drop and again he felt sick; he started slowly moving toward the door. He was getting away from this crazy man and his traps and furs.

“You seen any of ‘em while ye’ were wanderin’ around?” Bart called, “Beauties all o’ ‘em. Thar’s two black ‘uns that big grey ‘un, an’ a little brown an’ grey ‘un. Bet I can get a purdy good sell for th’ big black ‘un though an’ th’ grey ‘un; he’s huge, biggest ‘un I ev’r seen.” He laughed triumphantly when he pulled out a huge iron trap with gleaming teeth, the long chain clinked loudly as he pulled it the rest of the way out; he could smell fear and death on it. Zack felt his heart stop when he saw it, a shudder of fear and revulsion ran down his spine when he thought of any of his pack mates getting caught in one of those things.

“I caught that ‘un right thar’ wit dis’ thing,” he pointed to the wolf pelt on the wall, “She was a mean lil’ devil too, nearly took ma’ hand off.” He said proudly and held up his scarred hand. Zack swallowed as his mouth went dry and didn’t say anything.

“Ya’ always dis’ quiet Zachary?” Bart tossed the trap to the side and went over to stir the stew; the smell of cooking meat was beginning to fill the cabin, any other time Zack would’ve been fighting the urge to drool but the horrifying traps were keeping his appetite at bay. The wolf in him was screaming at him to get out, no matter how rude or strange he had to get out of this place. He moved closer to the door.

“Ya’ can’t git out.” He said stepping back from the hot kettle, “Special door, made it meself; I made it so bar’s can’t git in, winda’s are th’ same way.”

Zack froze, he stared at the man blankly, and fleetingly thought of changing to his wolf form and scaring him into opening the damn door, but he scrapped that idea when the flickering light from the fire glinted off the sharp teeth of the trap.

“Now, why don’t ya’ tell me what yer’ really doin’ in th’ mountains.” He took a step toward him with an animalistic glint in his eyes. Zack knew that look; men and women alike had been giving him that look for centuries, Bryce had, had that look. He pressed himself against the wall unconsciously growling as Bart drew closer. When the bigger man was close enough Zack ducked nimbly out of his reach and ran to the door.

It was quite possibly the most confusing contraption he had ever laid eyes on. There were pieces of wood seemingly haphazardly thrown together but when he looked closer he could see that each piece was connected to the others in an almost elegant puzzle. He tore at the wood and tried to force the door open, it didn’t budge. Bart came up and easily dragged him away from the door and tossed him onto the bed of pelts. He snarled viciously and for a moment Bart’s eyes clouded with confusion and a little fear, but those emotions were swallowed again by his carnal hunger. Snarled again and kneed him hard in the crotch, Bart gasped in pain and fell holding himself. Zack sprang up and ran to the door again, he howled for Matt and tried to pry the stubborn door open. There was a loud ‘thump’ and the door bucked a little and then Zack heard the wonderful sound of wood splintering and Matt’s brutal snarl as he attacked the door from the other side.

“What’re ya’ some kinda Injun boy?” Bart gasped as he picked himself up off the floor and stared at the door in disbelief as Matt continued to attack the wood. Zack backed away from him growling; there was scrabbling on the roof and then more growls as Johnny attacked the shingles, Brian’s growl joined Matt’s at the door and Jimmy tore at one of the small windows.

Bart shrugged them off and went after Zack again. He forced Zack into a corner, Zack tried to kick him again but he caught his leg and jerked him to the floor. Zack struggled out of his shirt and actually let Bart tear his pants off and then Bart was faced with a furry white belly and forty-two very white, very sharp teeth. Zack rolled onto his feet and sprang away from him snarling.

Bart’s face was bone white when he looked at Zack, the lust was gone from his eyes in its place there was a horrified fear; he looked up as Johnny managed to wrench more shingles loose and the door began to splinter more and more, the window James was attacking cracked loudly and also began to splinter. He stood up and grabbed the knife he had skinned the wolverine with. He charged Zack with a hoarse cry and swiped at him, Zack easily dodged the blow and ran back to the door and tore at it some more before he leaped away snarling as Bart charged him again. He switched back to his human form and tried to wrench the knife out of his hand but the trapper’s grip was to strong and he slashed at Zack’s arm tearing it open. He yelped in pain and retreated to his wolf form again and continued to evade the sharp blade.

Finally the door began to edge open and he could see Brian’s dark muzzle forcing it open even more; Bart saw too and slashed at his sensitive nose, Brian retreated yelping and howling in pain. Furious at him for attacking his pack mate Zack leaped at him and sank his teeth into his exposed neck; hot blood squirted into his mouth and he and Bart went crashing to the floor. Zack sprang away from him, his muzzle dripping with dark blood, Bart didn’t move. He snarled again, quieter, he still didn’t move. Cautiously he walked over and looked at him, there was a spreading pool of blood around his head and his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. Zack whimpered and tucked his tail and backed as far away from him as he could.

With a final snarl the door caved in and Matt sprang into the room growling furiously, Brian was right behind him. They stopped when they saw Bart lying on the floor, Matt shifted to his human form and looked around frantically, “Zacky, Zachary!”

His answer was a pitiful mewl from behind the bed of fur, he ran over and pulled his bloody mate out and held him against his chest. Brian shifted to his human form and kicked Bart’s body and swore at him in a language Zack didn’t know. James and Johnny snuck in through the door; James glanced at the body and then padded over to Matt. Johnny stared at the body for a moment and then slunk his way over as well and cuddled next to James’ side.

“Zacky, it’s alright Zack.” Matt’s warm voice did nothing to quell his shaking. Gathering him in his arms Matt stood up and took him outside, he set him down and then carefully used the snow to wash the blood off his muzzle.

“It happens Zack, sometimes it’s unavoidable and sometimes it’s and accident. You did nothing wrong, you were protecting yourself, and I am more than relieved to see him gone instead of you.” He pressed a kiss to the top of his head and held him close as the wind whipped around them; Zack whimpered again and pressed closer to him.

*The arm that I’m talking about is one of those hook things that used to hang in fireplaces that people could hang kettles and things on.

A/N: Alright I had to look some things up for this chapter so here are the sources:
http://www.naturepark.com/rmtn.htm#Mammals<--Animals in the Rockies
http://www.californiawolfcenter.org/wolffacts.htm<---How many teeth do wolves have.

Lol, poor Zacky, I just have way to much fun tormenting him. Anyway; one maybe two chapters left depending on how long I want to make the next one.
A review or two would be awesome but the next chapter should be up either Saturday or Sunday =)
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