As Sam walked beside Tory through the dark streets, the sound of their footsteps echoed in the stillness of the night, the cool air thick with the scent of damp asphalt and unspoken tension. My phone vibrated in my pocket, cutting through the emptiness of my thoughts as I worked out in the gym, sweat dripping down my forehead and onto the freshly cut wood.
Riiing, riiing, riiing.
"Hello?" I answered, my voice hoarse, my heart skipping a beat as I recognized the number.
"Clark, can you come somewhere and help me with something?" Sam asked, her tone urgent but softened by a confidence I knew well, a thread of light that pulled me toward her.
"What do you want help with?" I asked, wiping the sweat off with the back of my hand, the wolf inside me already on alert, growling lowly as it waited for the answer.
"You know Terry Silver, right? The sensei from Cobra Kai…" she began, her voice thick with a determination I could feel even through the line.
"I know… What's wrong with him? Did he do something to you?" I retorted, my tone hardening, the protective instinct burning inside me like a flame I couldn't put out.
"It's not that," she replied hurriedly. "Kreese is in jail because of this guy, so I'm helping get him out, but we need proof. He was arrested for assaulting a guy named Stingray, and Stingray is afraid to go to the police. We're trying to break into Silver's office to get the video from that night…"
"I see…" I mumbled, the weight of the situation settling on me like a stone, the wolf growling in anticipation. "I'll be there in a moment. I'm running an errand right now, but I'll be right back."
"Okay, just don't take too long…" she pleaded, her voice shaking slightly. "I need your strength… There might be a fight…"
"I know… I'll be right there," I confirmed, hanging up the phone, my heart beating fast as I put away my tools, the roar of the bike already echoing in my mind before I even started it.
"What are you calling Clark for?" Tory asked, her brown eyes narrowed as she stared at Sam, confusion coloring her voice like a shadow.
"He didn't tell you?" Sam replied, his tone thick with surprise, his eyes searching Tory's with a curiosity she couldn't hide.
"Told you what?" Tory frowned, discomfort dancing across her face as she crossed her arms, the wait for an answer hanging heavy in the air between them.
"Nothing, never mind," Sam said, stepping back with a sigh, his gaze shifting for a moment. "If he didn't tell you, there must be a reason. I won't say anything, just know that he can help us with this…"
"Hmm, okay then…" Tory murmured, her tone reluctant, her eyes fixed on Sam for a moment before returning to the path ahead, the silence between them thick with unasked questions.
Sam picked up his phone again, his fingers quick as he called the others from Miyagi-Do. They found themselves at the Cobra Kai dojo, the dark building rising like a fortress against the night sky. They had barely begun to break in when the sound of engines and voices cut through the air—the Cobra Kai had arrived, their footsteps echoing like thunder as a war broke out inside the dojo, the sound of blows and screams filling the night.
From my vantage point, the roar of the motorcycle cut through the silence as I sped through the streets, the cold wind whipping at my face, the wolf inside me roaring in anticipation. I stopped in front of the dojo, the sound of chaos escaping through the open doors like a storm I couldn't ignore. "Is there a war going on in there?" I muttered, jumping off the bike, my heart racing as I ran inside.
I arrived to see Sam on the ground, his eyes wide as he stared at Anthony, the tablet in his hands like a contested trophy. "HEY, LOOKS LATE I'M A LITTLE…" I shouted, my voice cutting through the commotion like thunder, the wolf roaring in satisfaction as everyone stopped, their eyes turning to me like beacons in the darkness.
"CLARK!" Sam exclaimed, his voice thick with relief and urgency. "GET THE TABLET OUT OF ANTHONY'S HAND!" he shouted, pointing as he stood up, desperation dancing in his eyes.
"GET HIM, GUYS!" someone from Cobra Kai yelled, and four of them charged forward, fists clenched, faces contorted in rage. With a single kick, powerful as a thunderclap, I knocked them all back, their bodies flying and falling like broken dolls.
"ARRRG… HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? WHO IS THIS GUY?" one of them shouted, shock echoing in their voices as they tried to get up, fear dancing in their eyes.
They kept coming, wave after wave, fists and kicks slicing the air, but I was a force of nature, every blow—a kick, a punch—knocking them down like leaves in the wind. Kenny ran toward me, fury blazing in his eyes, but I grabbed him by the neck with one hand, lifting him off the ground as if he weighed nothing. "ARRRRG!" he screamed, his feet dangling in the air as he tried to break free.
Everyone stopped, the silence falling like a heavy curtain as they stared at me, the weight of my presence smothering the chaos. "ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT," I growled, my deep voice echoing in the dojo, the wolf inside me roaring in triumph as I released Kenny, throwing him into three other Cobra Kai members, their bodies falling in an awkward heap.
"Arrrf, arrrf…" Kenny coughed, the air rushing back into his lungs as he stared at me, his eyes wide with disbelief. "WHO IS THIS GUY? HOW IS HE SO STRONG? THIS IS AN UNFAIR…"
"Who is this kid?" Kim, Cobra Kai's sensei, asked, her eyes narrowed as she watched me, surprise tinging her voice like a discordant note. "How is he possible that he's so strong?"
"This is Clark…" Tory replied, her voice low but filled with something I knew well—a mixture of admiration and longing that she tried to hide.
"He's amazing, Tory," Devon said, his eyes shining with fascination as he stared at me. "I've never seen anyone so strong…"
"Yeah… Me neither…" Tory murmured, her tone almost a whisper, her eyes fixed on me for a moment that felt eternal, the weight of the past dancing there like a flame that wouldn't go out.
Then they arrived—Daniel, Amanda, and the others, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the dojo as they approached, the air thick with tension and anticipation. I took the tablet from Anthony, the silence falling like a curtain as the video began to play on the screen, the grainy images projecting the truth everyone needed to see.
Silver walked in, his face twisted into a cold smile. "Is that it, Larusso? You broke into my dojo to show a video that proves nothing and changes nothing?"
"It wasn't his plan…" Tory said, her voice sharp as she took a step forward, her eyes blazing with a determination I knew well. "It was ours."
"This changes everything…" Roby murmured, the tone heavy with revelation echoing in the air, the weight of betrayal bearing down on him like a storm.
Silver began to speak, the words coming out like venom, justifying the invasion, denying good and evil, saying that life was a great tournament where only who won and who lost mattered. The tension exploded into a fight between him and Daniel, the sound of blows echoing like thunder as Daniel prevailed, the dojo floor shaking under the weight of victory.
Minutes later, the sound of sirens cut through the air—the fire department and police arrived, the chaos dissolving into questions and statements as everyone was questioned. Tory was being listened to, her eyes downcast as she answered, the weight of the night falling over her like a shadow she couldn't shake.
Roby watched her from a distance, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and longing, the desire to talk to her dancing across his face. She seemed to feel the same, her gaze searching his for a moment before looking away, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words.
"Hey…" I approached her, my voice low but firm, cutting through the murmur of conversation around me. "Come with me." She stared at me, surprise crossing her face, her brown eyes shining with confusion before they flickered back to Roby for a moment. Then she followed me, her steps hesitant as we left the dojo behind.
Roby stood there, fists clenched as he watched us leave, before shaking his head and walking away, the weight of betrayal weighing down on his shoulders like a burden he couldn't bear.
"Clark, what do you want?" Tory asked, her voice thick with uncertainty as we stopped in a deserted corner, the moonlight painting the ground in soft shadows.
"Stay right here…" I said, my eyes fixed on hers, the wolf inside me growling low as the man reached for the girl I could never forget.
"Okay, but what for?" she asked, frowning, confusion dancing across her face as she crossed her arms. "Why did you bring me here?"
"Your hand…" I murmured, pointing to the dirty cloth wrapped around her fingers, the red of dried blood staining the fabric like a wound she was trying to hide. "It really is ugly… Take that cloth off."
"!!!" Her eyes widened, shock flashing across her face. "It's just a stupid bandage… Why would I take it off?"
"Just obey me, you stubborn Tigress…" I retorted, my tone firm but filled with a tenderness I couldn't help, a slight smile curving my lips as I stared at her.
She hesitated, eyes narrowed for a moment before relenting, pulling the cloth away with a sigh, revealing her injured hand—swollen fingers, deep cuts, the bright red contrasting with her pale skin. "Hmm…" I murmured, bringing my right hand to my mouth without warning, biting down hard until blood flowed, the metallic taste filling my tongue.
"!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she screamed, panic exploding in her voice as she grabbed my arm, pulling my hand away from my mouth. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT, CLARK? LOOK, YOU'RE BLEEDING NOW!"
I brought my hand to her face, blood running down it in red lines as I stared at her, my eyes steady. "Drink my blood," I said, my voice calm but filled with an urgency she couldn't ignore.
"WHAT?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide, horror dancing in them as she took a step back. "WHY WOULD I DO THAT, YOU IDIOT? THIS IS DISGUSTING!"
"Do as I say, Tory…" I insisted, my tone firm but softened by a silent promise as I stared at her, blood dripping onto the floor like an offering. "Drink…"
She hesitated, her eyes locked on mine for what seemed like an eternity, conflict dancing there like a storm. Then, with a shaky breath, she gave in, lifting my hand to her mouth, her lips hesitant as the blood touched her tongue. She grimaced, the bitter, metallic taste filling her, but she drank, the warm liquid trickling down her throat as I held her injured hand in my other, my fingers tracing the cuts with a delicacy that contrasted with the chaos around us.
Beneath my touch, her skin began to close, the cuts disappearing as if they had never been there, the swelling subsiding as the wolf's blood did its work. "!!!" She stopped drinking, her eyes wide as she stared at her hand, shock flashing across her face like lightning. "HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? My hand is healed…"
"That's what happens when you drink the blood of a werewolf like me," I explained, my voice low, a slight smile curving my lips as I stared at her, the green glow in my eyes reflecting the moonlight.
"!!!! WEREWOLF?" she exclaimed, terror mixed with disbelief dancing across her face as she took a step back, her wide eyes staring at me as if I were a stranger. "You…"
I smiled, the soft sound a contrast to the tension pulsing between us. "That's right, Tory. I'm a werewolf…" I said, my voice filled with a certainty that echoed like silent thunder, my eyes fixed on hers as the night enveloped us, the secret between us glowing like a flame I could no longer hide.