Here is the rewrite of the chapter in Portuguese, transformed into a fluid, harmonious and beautiful narrative, with more emotion to intensify Clark and Tory's internal conflicts, their interactions and the depth of feelings revealed in the face of the impending tragedy. I kept the essence of the original story, refining the tone to a poetic and profound style, with special emphasis on the scene between Clark and Tory, enriched with romanticism, vulnerability and the emotional push adapted to the context of healing and loss.
Chapter (Rewritten in Portuguese)
Moonlight bathed the deserted street as I drove away from the hospital, the rumble of the motorcycle echoing like a low whine against the stillness of the night. Tory was behind me, her arms loosely around my waist, the weight of her sadness pressing down on me like a shadow I couldn't shake. Sam had called me hours ago, her voice cutting through the emptiness as I worked out in the gym, sweat dripping down my forehead and onto the wood like tears I hadn't shed.
Riiing, riiing, riiing.
"Hello?" I answered, my voice hoarse, my heart racing as I recognized her urgent tone.
"Clark, can you come somewhere and help me with something?" Sam asked, the urgency softened by a confidence that tugged at me like an invisible thread.
"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 I waited.
"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 pounding as I put away my tools, the promise of action echoing in my mind like a war drum.
"Why are you calling Clark into this?" Tory asked, her brown eyes narrowed as she stared at Sam, confusion tinging her voice like a shadow that hung between them.
"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 heavy in the warm night air.
"Nothing, never mind," Sam said, stepping back with a sigh, his gaze averting for a moment as if he were keeping a secret that he is not meant to reveal. "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 heavy with questions neither of them dared to ask.
Sam picked up his phone again, his fingers quick as he called the others from Miyagi-Do. They had gathered at the Cobra Kai dojo, the dark building rising like a fortress against the night sky, its windows reflecting the moonlight like watchful eyes. They had barely begun to make their way 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 tearing through the night like a raging storm.
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 like a warning, the wolf inside me roaring in anticipation, hungry for action. I stopped in front of the dojo, the sound of chaos escaping through the open doors like a wave I couldn't ignore. "Is there a war going on in there?" I muttered, jumping off the bike with a quick leap, my heart racing as I ran inside, the asphalt still hot beneath my feet.
I arrived to see Sam on the ground, his eyes wide as he stared at Anthony, the tablet in his hands like a trophy fought over in the midst of the commotion. "HEY, LOOKS LATE I'M HERE…" I shouted, my voice cutting through the chaos like thunder, the wolf roaring in satisfaction as everyone stopped, their eyes turning to me like beacons in the darkness, the weight of my presence silencing the frenzy for a moment.
"CLARK!" Sam exclaimed, his voice filled with relief and urgency as he stood, desperation dancing in his brown eyes. "GET THE TABLET OUT OF ANTHONY'S HAND!" he shouted, pointing with a determination I knew well.
"GET HIM, GUYS!" someone from Cobra Kai yelled, and four of them charged forward, fists clenched, faces contorted in anger and defiance. With a single kick, powerful as a lightning strike, I knocked them all back, bodies flying and falling like leaves torn from them by a gale, the sound of their screams echoing through the dojo.
"ARRRG… HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? WHO IS THIS GUY?" one of them shouted, shock cutting through their voices as they tried to get up, fear dancing in their eyes like fleeting shadows.
They kept coming, wave after wave, fists and kicks slicing through the air in a chaotic dance, but I was a force of nature, every blow—a kick, a punch—knocking them down like fragile dominoes. Kenny ran toward me, fury blazing in his eyes like a wildfire, but I grabbed him by the neck with one hand, lifting him off the ground as if he were light as the wind. "ARRRRG!" he screamed, his feet flailing in the air as he tried to break free, his hands clutching at my arm in vain.
Everyone stilled, the silence falling like a heavy curtain as they stared at me, the weight of my presence smothering the chaos like a quieting storm. "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 a clumsy heap on the floor.
"Arrrf, arrrf…" Kenny coughed, air rushing back into his lungs in desperate gulps as he stared at me, his eyes wide with disbelief and anger. "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 she couldn't quite comprehend. "How is he so strong?"
"This is Clark…" Tory replied, her voice low but filled with a mixture of admiration and longing that I knew well, her brown eyes fixed on me as if trying to decipher what I was.
"He's amazing, Tory," Devon said, his eyes shining with fascination as he stared at me, his voice tinged with awe. "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 like a distant drumbeat 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 they all had to face.
Silver walked in, his face twisted into a cold smile that cut like a blade. "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, the fire I loved in her burning brighter than ever. "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 he couldn't avoid.
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 floor of the dojo shaking under the weight of victory, justice finally finding its way.
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, the dirty cloth wrapped around her injured hand a silent reminder.
Roby watched her from a distance, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and longing, the desire to speak to her dancing on his face like a hesitant flame. She seemed to feel the same, her gaze searching his for a moment before looking away, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words, with broken promises.
"Hey…" I approached her, my voice low but firm, cutting through the surrounding murmur like a smooth blade. "Come with me." She stared at me, surprise crossing her face, her brown eyes shining with confusion before they returned to Roby for a moment that felt like eternity. Then she followed me, her steps hesitant as we left the dojo behind, the night wrapping around us like a cold blanket.
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 didn't know how to carry, the sound of his footsteps fading into the darkness.
"Clark, what do you want?" Tory asked, her voice thick with uncertainty as we stopped in a deserted corner, the moonlight painting the ground with soft shadows that danced around us.
"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, my heart racing with an urgency I could no longer contain.
"Okay, but what for?" she asked, frowning, confusion dancing across her face as she crossed her arms, the cold wind blowing her blonde hair like a curtain that hid her thoughts. "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 tried to ignore, but which I couldn't let go. "It's really ugly… Take that cloth off."
"!!!" Her eyes widened, shock flashing across her face like lightning. "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, the wolf and the man in me finally in tune.
She hesitated, eyes narrowed for a moment before relenting, pulling off the cloth with a heavy sigh, revealing her injured hand—swollen fingers, deep cuts, the bright red contrasting with her pale skin like a silent scream. "Hmm…" I murmured, bringing my right hand to my mouth without warning, biting down hard until blood flowed, the metallic taste filling my tongue as the warm liquid dripped onto the floor.
"!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she screamed, panic exploding in her voice as she grabbed my arm, pulling my hand away from my mouth in one swift movement. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT, CLARK? LOOK, YOU'RE BLEEDING NOW!"
I brought my hand to her face, blood running down her face in red lines as I stared at her, my eyes steady, the green glow shining like a beacon in the darkness. "Drink my blood," I said, my voice calm but filled with an urgency she couldn't ignore, a promise I sealed with every drop.
"WHAT?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide, horror dancing in them as she took a step back, her hands shaking at her sides. "WHY WOULD I DO THAT, YOU IDIOT? THIS IS DISGUSTING!"
"Do as I say, Tory…" I insisted, my tone firm but softened by a quiet passion as I stared at her, the blood dripping onto the floor like an offering I knew she would understand. "Drink…"
She hesitated, her eyes locked on mine for what seemed like an eternity, the conflict dancing there like a storm she couldn't control. Then, with a shaky sigh, she gave in, lifting my hand to her mouth, her lips hesitant as the blood touched her tongue. She grimaced, the bitter, metallic taste invading her like an invasion she didn't want to accept, but she drank, the warm liquid trickling down her throat as I held her injured hand with my other, my fingers tracing the cuts with a delicacy that belied the brute strength I wielded.
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, the magic pulsing between us like an invisible current. "!!!" She stopped drinking, her eyes wide as she stared at her hand, shock flashing across her face like a bolt of lightning that lit up the darkness. "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 like a promise I could no longer hide.
"!!!! 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 she had never seen before. "Clark, how is that possible? How can you be a werewolf? There's no such thing…"
"You saw it, didn't you?" I replied, my voice firm but filled with a patience I reserved only for her. "Isn't your hand healed? It was my blood." I extended my nails, lengthening them with a soft snap, the sound echoing in the silence as I tore the skin of my hand, blood seeping out in red lines before the wound closed almost instantly, the flesh healing itself like a silent dance in the moonlight.
Her eyes widened even further, shock washing over her face like a wave as she watched, her quick breath echoing in the cold air. "I can transform into a beast over eight feet tall," I continued, my voice deep as I stared down at her, the wolf inside me roaring in anticipation. "I'm faster than a speeding bullet, I can lift over five tons in my human form, I'm nearly immortal… And I can use magic, too…" I raised my hand, and the wind around us flared to life, sending her clothes dancing like leaves in the breeze, her blond hair billowing like a golden curtain that framed her stunned face.
"Clark, this is too much to take in…" she murmured, her voice shaking as she stared at me, her brown eyes shining with a mixture of fear and fascination. "Why are you telling me all this?"
"Because I can't wait any longer, Tory…" I replied, my voice filled with an urgency that came from deep in my chest, my heart beating fast as I took a step forward, my eyes fixed on hers. "I can't stand to see you with someone else. I want you to be mine, only mine…"
Her eyes widened even more, shock flashing across her face like lightning as her heart raced—I could hear it, the sound echoing like a drum beating in tune with my own. Her cheeks flushed, the red rising like a shy flame. "Clark, I…" she began, but hesitated, something changing in her gaze, her face hardening as if a memory had struck her. "You have a girlfriend…"
"Samantha has already accepted that you are mine too…" I interrupted, my voice firm but full of promise that I knew I needed to explain. "First of all, let me tell you something about me… About werewolves, to be more specific. Some of us have something called Imprinting. It's when you find your mate… The one you know you'll never leave. We connect these people to our souls, with love, passion, all of it amplified by them… When I became a werewolf, all I could think about was you. Even before I turned, I had already marked you as part of my soul, Tory…"
She was silent, her face expressionless for a moment, but I could feel her heart beating fast, a wild drumbeat echoing in her chest as she absorbed every word, every truth I poured out like a river she could no longer contain. "But if that's true…" she began, her voice shaking as she stared at me, her eyes shining with a mixture of confusion and longing. "Why are you with Larusso?"
"The part that's connected to you is my wolf half," I explained, my tone softening as I tried to find the right words, the wolf inside me roaring in approval. "How can I explain this to you in a werewolf way… Normally, we have four or five mates. I have no other family members left alive, just me, for now. So, to rebuild my line in this world, I need several girls… But…" I paused, taking a step closer, my hand rising to cup her chin, tilting her face up with a gentleness that belied the brute strength I carried. "I want just the two of you… You, to be more specific…" Her eyes met mine, and I leaned in, kissing her—a slow kiss, without guile, just pure passion, a fire that burned low but deep, sealing a promise I could no longer postpone.
She hesitated for a moment, her body tense, but then her arms came up, wrapping around my neck with a gentleness that disarmed me, pulling me closer as she kissed me back with an intensity that made my heart stop. I hugged her, pulling her against me, the heat of her body molding to mine as if time had never separated us, as if each day apart was just a pause in an eternal rhythm. "Clark…" she murmured against my lips, her voice trembling with a longing that I could feel in every syllable. "I've wanted this… for so long. I haven't wanted to be apart from you since that day we kissed in the park… I can't stop thinking about you… In fact, long before that…"
I didn't let her finish, my lips finding hers again, the kiss deepening as I sat down on the sidewalk, pulling her onto my lap. She settled there, her legs bent as we continued to kiss, the minutes slipping away in a dance of lips and sighs, as if we were making up for lost time, each touch erasing the days of silence between us. For twenty minutes, we lost ourselves in each other, the world around us fading away as the moonlight enveloped us like a blanket, her warmth against me reigniting a flame that had never been extinguished.
"Clark…" she whispered, pulling away just enough to look at me, her eyes shining with a mixture of passion and certainty. "I don't care what you are. All I know is that I want to be with you for the rest of my life… I can't stand being away from you. I fell in love with you a long time ago, I don't even know how long ago… That night on the mountain…" She paused, tears shining in her eyes as she remembered. "It was the best night of my life. Every night I remember it…"
"Do you want to come to my house today?" I asked, my voice low, filled with a hope I couldn't hide, the desire to have her close burning inside me like a flame I didn't want to extinguish.
"I'm sorry, Clark…" she replied, her tone softening with a heaviness I hadn't expected. "I wanted to go, but my mother… I need to be with her." She slid off my lap, sitting beside me on the sidewalk, her shoulders hunched as she stared at the ground. "She's not feeling well these days… I feel… I feel like something's wrong." Then, as if an idea had struck her like a lightning bolt, she turned to me, clutching my shirt tightly, her eyes wide with despair. "YOUR BLOOD, CLARK! IT CAN HEAL MY MOTHER… COME WITH ME, PLEASE!"
I frowned, my heart clenching as I stared at her, sadness rising like a wave I couldn't contain. "Tory…" I began, my voice cracking as I held her shoulders, trying to anchor the sea of despair. "I'm sorry, but my blood doesn't cure diseases… Only wounds. I can't cure diseases… Forgive me…"
She frowned, the sadness returning like a shadow that swallowed the light in her eyes, tears glistening at the edges as she stared at me. "I… I don't know what to do, Clark…" she murmured, her voice almost trailing off as the tears escaped, tracing bright lines down her face. "I don't want to lose my mother…" Sniff…
"Come on, let's go to your mother," I said, standing up and pulling her with me, determination burning in me despite the helplessness I felt. "First, give me the address… I need to call an ambulance for her."
"Why call an ambulance?" she asked, her eyes wide as she stared at me, confusion mixed with desperation as she held my hand.
"To put her in a hospital, Tory," I said, my voice firm but filled with a kindness I knew she needed to hear. "Don't worry about anything. Just remember that you did your best for your mother. No one will ever be able to say that you didn't do anything for her…"
"Clark…" she murmured, her eyes shining with tears as she stared at me, gratitude dancing there like a faint but living flame. "Thank you…"
"Give me the address," I said, my voice soft as I picked up my cell phone, my fingers quick as I dialed the hospital, the weight of the moment falling over me like a curtain I couldn't push aside.
I called the ambulance, and they took Tory's mother away, the sound of sirens cutting through the night like a wail I couldn't silence. Thoughts: I'm bad at a lot of things, but my intuition is uncanny… I feel like Tory's mother doesn't have much longer to live… This sucks. If only I had realized this sooner and gotten her into a hospital… The weight of guilt hit me like a punch, but I prayed that my intuition was wrong, that medicine could do what my blood couldn't.
Three hours passed, the hospital a maze of white lights and sterile smells as we waited, the silence between us thick with a tension I could feel in my skin. Tory stood beside me, her eyes fixed on the floor, her hands shaking as she held the dirty cloth that had once wrapped her hand.
"Are you Grace Nichols's daughter?" the doctor asked, his voice soft but carrying a weight that made my heart sink.
"Yes, Doctor, it's me…" Tory replied, standing up quickly, anguish dancing across her face as she stared at him, her eyes wide with hope and fear. "How is she?"
The doctor hesitated, his eyes lowered for a moment before looking at her. "Her situation is more than serious… I'm sorry. I don't know how to say this, but she doesn't have much time left to live…"
"No…" Tory whispered, her voice cracking as shock flashed across her face like lightning. "YOU'RE WRONG!" she screamed, clutching the doctor's shirt tightly, tears streaming down her face as she stared at him, anger and despair exploding like a storm. "YOU'RE LYING!"
"Tory, please calm down…" he said, placing his hand on her shoulder, trying to anchor that sea of despair as he looked at the doctor, his voice firm but full of silent pleading. "Sir, is there anything else you can do? Money is no object. I'll pay whatever it takes for her to get better…"
"I'm sorry, young man…" the doctor replied, his tone heavy as he stared at me, his eyes filled with a sadness I didn't want to see. "Miss Grace has an advanced pulmonary embolism. If it had been a few months ago, we might have been able to help her, but at this stage of the disease, all we can do is make her as comfortable as possible…" He looked at Tory, his voice softening. "I'm sorry…" And then he walked away, the sound of his footsteps echoing like a goodbye I couldn't accept.
"No!" Tory cried, tears falling freely as she turned to me, despair echoing on her face like an open wound. I could feel her pain inside me, an echo that cut through me like a knife, her heart screaming silently as my own chest tightened. All I could do was hold her, pulling her against me with a strength that tried to hold her world together as it crumbled. We sat there all night, in the cold hospital hallway, her leaning against me, her trembling body finally giving in to sleep as I held her, the weight of helplessness burning inside me like a flame I couldn't extinguish.
Hours passed, the sky beginning to lighten as I lay awake, my eyes fixed on her, waiting for her to wake up. Thoughts: If I knew of some spell, anything to cure this damn disease, I would do it… But I don't know anything… I don't know what to do… Despair danced within me like a shadow I couldn't shake, the wolf roaring in frustration as the man drowned in helplessness.
Around 6:30 a.m., the hospital was beginning to wake up, the sound of soft footsteps echoing through the hallways. Tory was still asleep, her face smooth with exhaustion, and I laid her down carefully, her head resting on my lap, her legs stretched out on the benches. People passing by glanced at us but left us alone, the silence between the living an unspoken respect for the pain we carried.
At 7:30, she woke, a low groan escaping her as she opened her eyes. "Urrg… Huh?" she murmured, realizing where she was, slowly standing up and sitting in the chair next to me. "Clark… What time is it?"
I looked at the clock on the wall, the hand marking time that seemed to drag on. "7:32…" I replied, my voice low, trying to hide the tiredness that weighed on me.
"!!!" Her eyes widened, shock flashing across her face. "I was asleep this whole time? And you, Clark…"
"I'm fine, Tory," she said, her voice firm but filled with a kindness I knew she needed to hear. "Don't worry about me… Go check on your mother…"
She hesitated, her eyes locked on mine for a moment before nodding, standing with a heaviness I could feel in every step. She walked over to the receptionist, who had been watching us all night with a silent gaze, and asked to see her mother. She disappeared down the hall, the sound of her footsteps echoing like a lament I couldn't erase.
Thirty minutes later, she returned, her face filled with a sadness that cut like a knife, her eyes downcast as she approached. She spoke softly to the receptionist, her tone barely audible, before coming to me, her voice firm but fragile. "Come on, Clark, let's go…"
"Okay…" I replied, standing up as we walked to the bike, the cool morning air chilling my hot skin. "Tory… Are you hungry?"
"…" She stopped, her eyes fixed on nothing, her silence echoing like an answer I didn't need to hear, the weight of pain hunching her shoulders like a storm she couldn't face.
Thoughts: Yes, she's not doing well at all... I got on the bike, the roar of the engine cutting through the silence like a scream I couldn't let out. "Get on, Tigress..."
"!!!" She stared at me for a moment, her eyes shining with a mixture of surprise and gratitude before she nodded. "Okay…" she murmured, sitting behind me, her arms wrapping around my waist with a weakness that I could feel in every touch as I sped up, the morning wind blowing away the weight of that hospital, but not the pain that lingered between us.