chapter 25

The Beast Meets the Social Worker

"The beast"

I knocked on the door of the social worker’s office, but when she didn’t answer even though I knew she was in there. I walked in.

"Do I know you?" she asked sitting at her desk. I could see she was already intimidated by me. This was a good sign.

"Tell me what you know about the omega I mean … (I thought back to the name I heard on the news, what was it Topper... tramper...) Trooper", I asked.

"That’s not a very nice way to begin a conversation", she replied smugly.

"Tell me now! Or I’ll show you there are worse things than being rude." I barkted.

"Excuse me?" she said , sounding both surpiresd and scard.

"Tell me all you know", I said trying to calm down. I couldn’t have her run for it yet.

"Well the only Trooper I know of is currently living with a foster family." she said not as smugly as before trying not to sound intimidated.

"I already figured that out. Where is this foster family?"I askted

"I can’t tell you that information, it’s confidential," she replied. "Now please leave. I have important work to be done."

"Where is this foster family living?" I asked again letting the anger rise up in my voice.

"I can’t say. Now please." She said pointing to the paperwork on her desk. "Your time is up,"

"I’m family." I said.

Her eyes buglted for about a second then went back to there orginale dule exprestion. "How do I know that? Let me see some identification."

I pulled back my hair. Hows this for identifcation I said, now I was being smuge.

She gaspted. "Oh I see, well... you do look a lot alike... I guess... but what happened to your eye?"

I glared at her letting her know I wasn’t about to tell her that. She gulped realizing she shouldn’t have asked me that . She paused examining my face.

"Are you his …"

"Tell me now!" I snarled. This was taking too long.

"He was found in the woods at the age of three, and he has been in the foster system ever since then" she answered in a scared voice.

"Yes I figured that out too, but where is he living now?"

"I can’t tell you... exactly. A family in the woods, they seem to be doing well so far. I haven been there to give my approval form but... Uh…" She lost her train of thought. She started backing up in her chair to put some distance from me. Why did they always do that? It just trapped them.

"So far?" I said through clenched teeth. That seemed to make her more nervous. "What do you mean so far?" I asked again. As long as I was hear I might as wheal have some fun.

"Well, uh," she stammered, "Trooper has been in and out of foster homes since he was three. He’s a nice kid and all, when he not is being rude to the Nuns, but he’s just not really adoptable. Foster parents take him more for practice until they find the kid they really want to adopt. He’s just too quiet."

I started at her, "You don’t like Trooper do you?" I asked moving closer.

"Excuse me ", she just kept repeating while leaning as far back as she could in her swivel chair. That tone in her voice told me the answer already.

"You don’t like him, tell me why?" I asked smiling showing off all my shiny white teeth. I had just brushed them, but it looked like they were going to be bloody again in no time.

"What... What do... you mean?" she askted.

Her chair creaked as she leaned back; it was in danger of breaking. She was so close to the ground her hair almost touched.

"Why don’t you like him?" I growled. I was frustrated she wasn’t answering my question but I was getting excited at the idea of getting to tear something up.

"I don’t know what you mean," she said.

"Yes you do." I growled.

"Well I guess, I’m frustrated that he always denies doing the things Nune Monica tells me he’s done, as if she would make that stuff up, and he’s so quiet and you know what they say about the quiet ones?’

"No I don’t know what they say about the quiet ones, but I do know what they say about people like you?"

"Me!" She shifted up in her chair a little." "I thought you wanted to hear about Trooper?’

"Do you think you’re a good person?" I asked.

‘What?’’ she started leaning back again," "Yeah I guess so."

"Why?"

"Why I help children and I…."

"LIAR!!!" I screamed. She jumped, like a startled rabbit. She fell back and hit her head on the floor, not hard enough for a concussion, but hard enough to hurt like hell. She moaned and closted her eyes tight trying to hould back tears of pain as she rubbing her head.

"Oh don’t black out on me I want you to hear this", I said leaning closer to her.

She opened her eyes a little, but I could tell she wanted to keep them closed as if she knew better.

"You say you’re a good person, but you are not. You know why??"

"Nooo", she moaned on the floor in a quiet voice.

"You don’t give a rat’s ass about any of the kids you help, you say you do but you don’t. You think they are not worth your time; that they come from nothing so they’ll always be nothing. Then when they try and make something of themselves you put them down because you think they are trying to prove you wrong.

No I don’t.. She souned more scard then ofened.

Oh yes you do, I have highly tunted scences , and I can tell things about people right away . Well let me tell you something miss, something I’ve told many people, I’ve told, too many to count."

She blinked and I saw sweat coming from her head or maybe it was a tear.

"I have three credit cards in my purse." she wimpered.

"I don’t care if you have Elvis Presley in your purse. I’m going to talk and your going to listen. OK?"

Silence.

"Ok?" I repeated growling.

"Ok", she moaned softly. "She was sweating more now,"

"I have my ATM card," she said.

"I don’t care about your stupid money! You bitch. All I care about is rising to the top. That shut her up. You see to get to the top you have to earn it by being the strongest and fastest. It dosnt matter where you come from as long as your willing to work for it you can be stronger and more powerful then any rich person. And when someone gets in your way you have to cut them off before they can beat you." so simply puting them down emstionly isnt enough , you have to elimate them.

I put my front paw on her chest and pressed while her eyes squeezed shut again.

"I don’t understand what you want", she whispered.

"I know you don’t’, I said slowly.

She opened her eyes and they bulged when she saw what I had turned into. I’d seen that look before and I never got tired of it.

"But you will." I told her as I completed my transformation from human to wolf.

"Your time is up," I growled.

 

After I was finished I started snooping around her desk, in retrospect I should have kept her alive long enough to show me Trooper’s file but I was impatient. The desk was locked but that was no trouble for me, as I ripped the drawer out careful not to drop the paper into the blood on the floor.

I found Trooper’s file in the back with a picture of him on it. I recognized him right away. He was holding a Jack Russell Terrier and had a dopey smile on his face. Oh it was him all right; even after eleven years I could still tell it was him. So this is where you live Trooper. I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I realized you were still alive. I looked through the file some more for someone who could take me their. I hoped this social worker wasn’t the only one who he knew, and then I was going to feel really stupid. Ah, I found a list of contacts but only two names with an address on it. My choices were another social worker named Kenya or Miss Monica, a nun at an orphanage that must have been who the social worker was talking about earlier.

I decided to stick with the nuns rather then another social worker. The nuns would hopefully be more useful then the social worker. I hoped so. I better pay her a visit before she hears about this social worker unfortent acctident. Since it was a weekend the body wouldn’t be descoverd until Monday.

I found you at last. No more running, I’m so close I can taste it.

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  1. rinly1956

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    June 13, 2016