Dystopian Future

"Because you are a moron, who have no idea what you do! First you walk into our life, forcing us to move. Then you are stupid enough to start working for a vampire who want's to find us, and now you hug him without thinking! You have no idea what he has been through, you don't even consider that he could have been through something. You just act like a fucking child who..."
"Rivik" Ezra knew the spirit needed to get some things of his chest, and he under stood his anger, he may share it to some part, but not with such anger. However; Ezra knew this wouldn't help, the man understood that he had crossed a line, and the attack was just a normal reaction from the spirits, but the lecture wasn't necessary.Ezra took the fox into his arms, comforting him, not knowing who of them was more upset, or okay Rivik was clearly more upset than he was.

Ezra had refilled his teacup when the brother arrived.
"He fucking deserved it! And good luck killing me, idiot" Rivik answered.
"If you are going to stay here, we really need to do something about this"
"Good, you are going to tell him to behave"
"More you than him" Ezra looked at the fox who glared back, before he turned towards the brothers, with an angry look, but kept quiet.
"Good afternoon" he greeted the other man "No he just seemed to be a bit unlucky, hanging with the wrong crowed, for both of us it seems. And the building had a few rooms over, so it's not a problem"

Ezra studied the brothers as the hugged, seeing to find comfort in it. He knew others often did, something he may have done as well, if he hadn't been as fucked up as he was. For some reason he was glad that the brothers had each other, knowing that it was difficult to survive in the city without anyone.
"He is right, my name is Ezra, Jax's slipped up a few times" the wolf didn't seem bothered by it, while the fox did, glaring at the other sprit for a second and Ezra just stroke him, trying to calm the blue spirit.
"But I am yet to know your names" it was true, he didn't know their name, or well the first stranger had called his brother Xue a few seconds ago, but he thought it was better if they told him, officially.

Zemin had already noticed how he behaved like a moron from time to time, but he wasn’t a full fledged one. The brothers looked towards the man instead, even if the older one kept glaring exclusively at the fox. Wasn’t it just a tiny bit odd that they hadn’t actually presented themselves in a formal way yet? Yes, yes it absolutely was, no doubt about that.
“Well my name is Xue”, the younger brother finally began and ran his hand through the pitch black hair. “Twenty two years of age, studying to become a lawyer”, he continued and started observing the room around them, whilst Zemin continued.
“And I’m Zemin, Wang Zemin”, the other werewolf said and smiled briefly. “I was actually studying to become a doctor before, but then life got in the way, which you already know..” A strained laugh escaped him and the dark gaze fell down towards the floor instead.
“Now that we’ve presented ourselves, I believe it’s your turn”, Xue interposed as he started sniffing at the walls with a grimace across his face. The younger wolf had never really appreciated alcohol, at least not in the same way as a certain someone did. Of course Zemin wasn’t an alcoholic, but he did have a tendency to drink a little too much and later end up sleeping with his face in the toilet bowl. To no surprise, Xue didn’t find that very flattering and so he had promised himself never to drink, and that promise was yet to be broken. Twenty two years of age and not a single drop of alcohol. Very impressing considering the depressing world they made a living in.

Many people wouldn’t hesitate to grab some shots or a couple of glasses with beer or wine. The only problem was that liquor was mostly expensive and hard to get your paws on. Zemin had found himself a private dealer in the slums that worked under the black market. That basically meant that the prices used to be lower and the quality pretty okay. But that was all over by now, since he didn’t dare set his foot in that area. Maybe he’d never be brave enough to go back - to get the old photo album or the last note their mother had ever written.
Surely the werewolf wasn’t complaining, yet it still hurt pretty bad to think about it all. Because they hadn’t only left their apartment behind, but also tons of memories; both good and bad.
Zemins eyes were stuck on the floor, not able to move. If he did, the tears would start falling again and he didn’t have any energy left to cry. Therefore he just stared at the raggedsurface, barely even breathing. It had all of a sudden turned very hard to exist, even now that Xue had arrived safely.

Eventually the younger brother noticed the twisted, empty eyes of Zemin. He didn’t say anything and just wrapped his arms around the older one again, resting his chin on the skinny shoulder. And then they just stood there and waited for Ezra to say something, to reveal a bit more about himself. He already was a friend of the wolves, but also a stranger that they didn’t know shit about. Or they knew he was blind and that he used magic of some sort. However that was it and everything else seemed to be a deep mystery.

Ezra listened to what the brothers were saying, informing him of more than he thought they would. Sure they should be living with him, so maybe it wasn't to strange, but still. So the younger one was studying to become a lawyer, it wasn't a bad career, no it was actually a smart one, better than doing what he chose to do. The thought of enrolling himself into a school had never had never crossed his mind. Maybe because he was still a wanted man, even if the humans rarely, if ever searched for him this day, they would if he started studying. And he didn't trust humans enough to be surrounded by them every day. And what would he even be? People thought of him as blind, so it wasn't like he could do what he wished for. No school wasn't for him.

"Wow both of you are ambitious, lawyer and doctor" he smiled towards them. He couldn't say if he was impressed or not, but it didn't really matter, and it didn't change his thought about the brothers. A title and a fancy job didn't do much to impress him, it was rather once actions that did. And he had yet to decide what he thought of the brothers. The younger one he couldn't say much about, and the older, well he had been honest with him, something Ezra liked. So his thoughts were more good than bad, even if he had to moved because of the man he now knew as Zemin.

He took a sip from his cup, wondering how much he should reveal. He couldn't tell them the truth, maybe they would change their mind and turn him over to the fucking vampire who searched for him. And he wasn't to keen on sharing his past, even if he had a feeling the men wouldn't judge him. But he had to tell them something and he sighed.
"Can't tell you much actually. My name is Ezra as you know, shaman if you hadn't guessed that" he knew they were werewolves so he guessed it was only fair that they knew his race. He took another sip from the cup, figuring he could tell them part of what he did. "I live on making amulets and potions, mostly. And Rivik here talked me into opening a shop"
It wasn't a complete lie, he did sell amulets and potions, but it was more than that. So much more, people could order most things from him when it came to curses, amulets, potions, rituals and other things. He had made himself a name in the underworld, just because he could fix the things no one else could. Of course no one knew it was him, and that's how he preferred it, or had. He guessed the fucking vampire had figured it out somehow. But that was something he needed to think about later, when he could talk to Rivik alone.

Ambitious? Sure. Even though they were werewolves they had made lives for themselves in the human world, and they tried very hard to melt in with the big crowds. Or that was at least how it used to be, since Zemin had lost parts of his humanity.
“I guess”, the older one mumbled and started to untangle himself from all the crowding feelings. “But I’m not a doctor”, he continued quietly and shook his head, allowing a small smile to run over his lips. “I’m more of a savage to be honest, even though I prefer to stay in this form. However I’ve decided it goes against my nature and I hate humans so why do I even try to act like one?” He let out a laugh and observed Ezra, pulling at the shirt he wore with trembling hands.
Xue rolled his eyes and immediately pulled his brother away from the middle of the floor, seating him on a step instead.
”I’m sorry, he’s just loosing control over his rotten emotions”, the younger one explained and turned his dark eyes towards the man, yet another time. “So you’re a shaman?” He thereafter wondered and let his head fall sideways. ”That’s actually so cool! What kind of amulets and potions do you make?”

But before anyone could add anything to that conversation, Zemin actually lost control and started pulling at his clothes. He felt as if he was trapped, even though he knew for a fact that he wasn’t.
“I can’t breathe”, he exclaimed and finally ripped the shirt right in the middle, splitting the fabric into two parts leaving his chest exposed.
“Oh come on! We’re trying to have a somewhat normal and you immediately start wolfing our? Really Zemin? Really?” Xue asked and picked up the torn piece of clothing.
“I can’t fucking help it, can you just get out of here or something?” the werewolf whimpered and shut his eyes with a wail of pain.
“You don’t happen to have a basement or something? I don’t want him to accidentally hurt you or destroy something”, the other wolf said, his voice filled to the brim with exhaustion and embarrassment. ”It doesn’t have to be a basement either, chains are also fine.” It must have sounded extremely strange and odd, but Xue knew how this whole ordeal usually worked. When Zemin lost control in the apartment he could just leave and come back after giving the rampaging wolf some space. Considering their current situation, that wasn’t an option for the moment being.
”I understand it’s a weird request, but it’s really help the whole situation out.”

Ezra could help but smile down into his tea cup, hearing the other man talk.
"Well Ido share your thoughts about humans, however; acting like anything else is a dangerous thing" he only stated. He hadn't even needed to act like anything else than human, people had sat a trap for him in none the less. It had turned out to be true, he wasn't human, but none could have guessed when he was a kid. Not that he complained, he was actually pleased he wasn't one of those filthy humans. That he was something else, something better.

Ezra didn't have time to answer the younger ones question, more than pleased by that fact, but he didn't say anything about it.
"Wow great, perfect" Rivik muttered but Ezra ignored him, understanding that this wasn't something the Zemin choose to do, just because he could.
"Well hurting me will be a bit difficult, but it would be a shame if he destroyed this place after I worked so hard" he said with a small smile, well he didn't have a basement, and he wasn't sure if the attic would hold, didn't sound like it. It sounded like Zemin would rush through everything, destroying it all. Ezra wasn't sure if it was true or not, but he wasn't to keen on finding out.
"I don't have a basement, but the tower is empty, not sure if will be to your satisfaction, but I don't have any chains" Ezra hated them, after all this years being chained as a kid, he couldn't stand him. Without thinking he touched his wrists, as he could still feel the chains around him.
"And I have heard stranger requests, so no worry" he took Rivik in his arms, and keys in hand. He needed the wolf to find his way to the tower. "Follow me"

He walked towards the tower, forcing Rivik to look at the road, rather than Zemin, and keeping the fox busy, hindered him from speaking towards the man. Ezra unlooked the metal door, and opened up. The tower was empty, and the lower parts lacked windows. The metal staircase, was spread along the walls, making it's way up the six floors, so he guessed the wolf could ran up and down if he liked. Not sure what he would do when he was in that state, and he turned to the younger brother.
"Hope it works"

In situations like these, Xue had to more or less drag the older brother across the ground. It really sucked tho, as he knew it couldn’t be comfortable for the other person. The younger one never really had any of these problems; his conscience never got flooded with guilt and he could usually keep track of his emotions. But he knew very well that Zemin never fully learned to control himself because of the constant denial he’d been in.
“I’m so sorry about this”, Xue said as they stepped inside the tower. The dark eyes traveled up and down the room a couple of times, before throwing Zemin right across the floors. There really was no other way to deal with it.
“And yes, this’ll do for sure”, he mumbled thereafter and watched as his brother started clawing at the floors. If he looked somewhat pitiful, it was nothing compared to what Zemin himself felt. He thrashed over the stone flooring, biting at his lips and clawing at his face making the other scratch marks look like nothing. Blood soon started dripping down on the floor and the otherwise kind eyes turned murderous in a matter of seconds. Every little emotion, every tiny feeling had suddenly rushed over the poor man who didn’t know what to make of himself.
“It’s fine, we should just lock the door and wait until it’s passed”, the youngest man in the building sighed as his eyebrows pulled together, creating a frown. “Hopefully it’ll pass in a couple of hours..” he whispered and turned away, disgusted by the sight in front of him. Nothing new, but never hurt any less to see a beloved one tear themselves to pieces. And not only that - it just seemed off and very strange as Zemin was usually very composed and kept himself together. It still came to no surprise though, keeping in mind that several months had passed since his last rampage. Xue remembered locking him in the apartment and spending the night at a friends place. The time before that, he’d just turned and wrestled with the raging wolf until he’d found his senses again. He should probably have done the same now, however he didn’t feel like getting his own face ripped off and scratch marks all over. Even though the older brother would most likely had done that for him. Fuck.
“I should help him, shouldn’t I?” He asked and sprung around on the spot once more, watching the blood splatter even further across the floor and the skin staring to rip apart. Really, really disgusting. The normal way of shifting was gross enough, but this was just plain out yucky and it looked ridiculously painful.
“Shouldn’t I?” Xue repeated and removed his watch, not being able to stop himself. “Fuck it, I can’t just leave him in there all by himself..please lock the door on your way out.” Just a normal day in the life of two crazy brothers, nothing unusual at all.

Ezra looked at the strange scene in front of him, he was lost for words, and frankly unsure how to handle the situation. He was more than pleased that he wasn't alone with Zemin, seeing what happened. He had been unsure of what to do, and most likely sent him to the spirit world, but he was unsure if that would have worked. When the other one talked about helping his brother, Ezra could only shrugged his shoulder. He guessed he should help him, but Ezra didn't even know what would work or not, but before he could answer the man seemed to have made a decision. Ezra turned around without a word and looked the door behind the brothers.

"What is wrong with them?" Rivik asked, more irritated than anything else.
"Don't know. But I almost feel I should do some research on werewolves"
"Why, don't tell me they are going to stay long enough for it to be necessary" Rivik looked at him as they stepped inside the pup.
"Don't know. But I wish to avoid one of them attacking me, for what I will think is without reason"
"That wont happen, we will fend them off" Rivik sounded sure and Ezra stroke the fox.
"Maybe, not sure how well my magic would affect them. Every race reacts different"
"I know that" Rivik said, as Ezra thought he was stupid.
"Of course you do" was all the Shaman answered as leaned against the counter.
"So are we just going to sit here?" Ezra wasn't sure. He couldn't go home and let the brothers be locked up all night, so he had to do something.
"Well let's do some work while we are waiting"
"As long we don't need to do more love amulets, I am pleased" Ezra didn't say anything as the walked toward the workroom.

”Why do you always have to be like this?” Xue asked his older brother as he threw his clothes to the side. “I just don’t get it. Why keep all the feelings bottled up inside the you end up like this, time and time again..” The man with the sane eyes shook his head and rolled his eyes. He kept talking to the wolf in front of him, even if he knew very well Zemin couldn’t grasp any of the words. But the younger brother knew that it helped even if only he could see it. To him the difference was huge.

Soon enough the scene finally turned into one of those disgusting fighting pits. Xue tried to keep away as much as possible, jumping all over the place while Zemin tried to rip his eyes out. But the other one didn’t really feel like turning blind, so he swiftly avoided all the random attacks. Eventually he pinned the wolf with the lighter spots down, placing himself right over him. Both had obtained injuries, some minor and some more serious.
Stop it. The yellow eyes tried to catch the amber ones, only to fail the first few attempts.
You heard me, Zemin, stop it. You’re not even thinking straight and I doubt you’ll be any pleased when you finally come to your right senses, he continued and struggled with keeping the larger one of them from escaping.
But I don’t want to, Zemin wailed and gave up, letting out a loud whining wheeze. [Get off of me, you fucking jerk[/i].
Xue immediately jumped to the side, freeing his complaining big brother. For a while they just sat there, tending to one another’s injuries until the older one glanced at the door.
You locked me up? He wondered as the guilt started to flood him once again.
Well duh, I obviously had to, the younger replied and rolled his eyes. I wonder if Ezra is ever going to let us out after this, because I know I wouldn’t.

Ezra could tell that Rivik walked over without using the fox's eyes.
"What are you doing? This isn't the poison we talked about"
"No" Ezra only answered as he grabbed some sunflower leaf, adding it to the cauldron, and the yellow liquid. Despite not seeing it, he knew it the colour.
"This, this is a healing potion. You are doing it for those fuckers!" Rivik protested and Ezra smiled, not surprised by the fox's reaction.
"Yes. Not sure if they need it or not. But I prefer not to have blood all over the place."
"Pfft, let them bleed out"
"And what would I do with the bodies?" he asked before both of them laughed. "Fine, that wont be a problem. But I need them alive, I need to know more about the vampire."
"Fucking vampires, as werewolves wasn't enough. Fine" Rivik said, as Ezra needed his approval, but he didn't say anything about it, as he continued with the potion. "It smells awful"
"It always does before it's done" Rivik knew that, but he liked to complain none the less, and Ezra let him, especially when he forced him to accept the werewolves.

"Pink" Rivik sounded disgusted as Ezra picked him up.
"It's always pink"
"Why would the idiot who invented it, make it pink?"
"That I can't answer" he held the bottles in one hand as he walked towards the tower. It had been some time, two hours if not more, but he didn't know how long the brothers would be at it. Maybe they weren't done, only way he could know was by knocking on the door, not taking any chances by opening.
"You wish to come out?" he asked waiting for an answer.

When the knock finally echoed though the tower, Zemin couldn’t help but feel relieved. So Xue had been wrong after all, as Ezra clearly didn’t have any plans to leave them in the closed space forever. Nice to know at least someone cared.
Yeah, we’re done in here, Xue sighed and managed to get up on his legs. But he bit me so fucking hard and now I feel as I’m bleeding out, he continued and let out a loud whine.
I didn’t bite you that hard, and you started it by nibbling at my tail! Zemin protested and looked down towards his right front paw, where the younger brother had clenched his jaws down, leaving the wolf limping. This wasn’t too unusual and they often found themselves beat after their endless fights.
And Ezra, I’m so sorry about this..didn’t mean for it to happen, the older werewolf said as he wagged his tail, scratching at the door.

And he had felt locked up before..ha! What a fucking joke. Now he found himself literally locked up in some sort of weird tower. The staircase in the middle was made out of steel and climbed up in a spiral. Even though the tall room had windows, they didn’t let in any light. It wasn’t impossible that the fog had ended up clogging them up as they years had passed. In their old apartment the single had always been murky and everything else but see through. Zemin had washed it almost everyday, to no use. Xues scolding hadn’t made anything better.