This is a piece of fanfiction about characters from Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series. I have not read the series, I have just seen the movie and I know a little bit from what my friends have talked about it. I'm sorry if this is not accurate-but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Jacob Black, Billy Black, Edward Cullen, Emmett Cullen copyright Stephenie Meyer.
I can't shake my pursuers, no matter how quickly I change direction or how far I go to cover my tracks and remove evidence of my presence. These were no ordinary hunters, they had clearly been trained and trained well. I needed to figure something out and fast or I could be in deep trouble....
I wake up from this nightmare, literally dripping with sweat. This was the third time in as many days that my sleep has been disturbed by such a dream. Normally, this would hold little significance, except that just last night I had specifically placed my personal dreamcatcher, made by my mother, above the bed. Dad always talked about the danger of groups of three in visions, etc. And now here I am faced with three almost identical visions-I have no choice to talk to him about these dreams.
My dad was sitting as his desk, reading over some stuff that I didn't recognize, the only thing I caught before he quickly stowed it was a picture of Dr. Cullen. He looked up at me, as I stood there sheepishly. He straightened himself out, trying not to appear frazzled by my sudden appearance, "Is there something you need, Jacob?"
I shifted my weight nervously from one foot to the other, looking down at my hands, wringing them together. I am not a fan of talking with dad about this kind of stuff-especially if there was a possibility that it might have something to do with my 'family history'. "Well, dad...." I swallowed the huge lump that had formed in my throat, "I've been having some weird dreams lately." I spit it out quickly, almost reflexively, and stood silently waiting for his response.
Dad sat back in his chair; it was clear he was thinking about something, but I had no idea what it was. "What kind of dreams?" Billy asked, not looking up from his desk.
"Well, more like nightmares, really." I began, trying to explain, "They all start with me in the woods, but for some reason I can't remember how I got there. When I begin to move I can sense that there are people following me and tracking my movements. So I try my best to lose my pursuers, but no matter what I do they continue to follow me. Then just before they catch me I wake up. With each dream, the 'vision' becomes a little clearer and in this last one I saw that there were three members in the tracking group."
My dad leaned forward, there was clearly some urgency in his movements. I noticed that he seemed to hesitate, what was he going to tell me and what was holding him back. After what seemed an eternity he spoke, "Jacob, you will have to go a spirit quest."
I involuntarily gasped. I can't tell you how often I have heard the older guys talk about such quests; but I've never really understood what exactly they entailed; now, it seemed, I was going to finally find out-firsthand.
You think your family traditions are humiliating, you should have seen me. No, actually, I'm glad you didn't see me. Let me explain:
After some explanation from my dad about what a spirit quest was, he told me that I had to go alone and that I had to take as little material things as possible. I didn't really give it a second thought until I started to dress for the trip and dad told me that I couldn't take that much with me, so I reluctantly removed my jacket (the Pacific Northwest can get really cold!). My dad shook his head and signaled that I needed to lose more....well to make a long story short I ended up in the middle of some woods wearing only a pair of boxers, my board shorts and some padded moccasins (it took a lot of convincing to get my dad to let me wear boxers, but I told him there was no way I was going commando! Plus I thought if there was a case where I needed to 'change' the board shorts would offer the most stretch and not rip to shreds). So there I was in 40 degree weather completely barechested, with just two thin layers protecting me from the cold. It was going to be a long week.
Henry and Aaron had driven me up into the mountains and dropped me off in a secluded area of the woods in order for me to find my inner self and begin my spirit quest. They drove off, saying they'd be back in a week-ready to welcome me into the 'man-club, laughing their heads off in the distance'. Sometimes, those guys can be really immature.
The first task that I set myself to was to build a shelter-if I was going to be here for a week, I would at least like some protection from the inevitable rain. As I began collecting materials for the shelter, I had the odd sense that I was being watched. When I moved to a new spot, there seemed to be an equal movement somewhere out there in the woods.
I started to panic; what if this is my dreams coming to life? I hadn't even started my spiritual journey, was I ready to face whatever it was? Well, ready or not, I sensed my hunter(s) zeroing in on my location. I refused to be caught at a disadvantage, so I began to change into my werewolf form; my senses seemed to have multiplied I could now sense the three individuals who were circling me. I ran toward the closest target; however, it moved so quickly I lost track of it for a second, turning to find a fist in my face.
I staggered, but I didn't go down; I clawed at the creature, missing by mere centimeters as I felt a kick connect with my stomach. I instinctively howled as the pain traveled through my body. But there was no way I was just lay down and surrender. I pushed myself off of the ground.
I didn't see the log until it was too late. I reverted back before finally blacking out.
I woke up very stiff and sore. I tried to move, but found that I had been restrained-my arms tied above my head in a Y formation and my ankles tied to stakes buried very deep into the earth.
My attackers appeared to in the tent that was in front of me. I involuntarily groaned as my movement sparked a sharp pain in my side-a reminder of the kick I had received earlier. The tent showed signs of life and out stepped two of my least favorite people: Edward and Emmett Cullen.
"It looks like the little wolfy is awake. How are you, boy? Huh?" Emmett jeered at me.
"Emmett." Edward spoke with calm authority. Emmett stopped his taunting and stood behind his brother. Edward turned his attention to me, "So, 'Jacob' what exactly are you doing in these woods?" It was clear that Edward was not pleased to find me in these woods, but his frustration seemed to stem from the fact that his trip had been interrupted and not from the intruder being me specifically. Good news, I hope.
I sat there for a second trying to gather my strength as well as formulate some kind of plan to get out of here.
"WELL!! ANSWER ME!!" Edward was not willing to wait for my strength to return, so I took a breath and began to explain.
By the time I had finished my story, I felt a lot better and I even thought I could break free from the restraints. As I started to pull at the bonds, hopefully just looking as though I was fidgeting, Emmett immediately jumped next to me.
"None of that, wolf-boy," he gave a sharp, swift kick to my injured side. I doubled over in pain, at least I would have if I could have moved. "We can't have you running off just yet. We gotta figure what to do with you."
Well, it seems that plan won't work I can't focus enough to break out if I'm in that much pain and these Cullens move too fast to try and break out with them watching. I guess I'd just have to wait for an opportunity.
Emmett started kicking my side again, I howled in pain. Edward turned to see what the commotion was. He ran to Emmett and stayed his foot.
"Come on, Edward, I'm bored. I need something to occupy my time until Jasper gets back. Plus it stops him from getting any ideas about transforming." Emmett was pretty sadistic, I'd always figured he would be.
"We don't want to kill the boy; frankly we don't even want to hurt, we just don't want him leaving without knowing what to do with him. Hmmm, I admit the issue of his transforming is indeed one we need to treat delicately," Edward began to pace, deep in thought.
Can I just say how offended I was that 1)they were talking about me as if I weren't there; 2)they say as some kind of object that only served as a nuisance; and 3)that they were belittling my family heritage.
"Excuse me, but I don't really appreciate the way you guys are talking about me," I said trying to sound fierce.
Edward continued to pace, either ignoring my comment or actually not hearing it. "I've got it!" He said moving back to my position. "Although this will require something on the part of the subject," He said as he bent down on the ground near my left foot. He grabbed my foot and turned to look at me, "I've got one question for you, Jacob."
"Oh yeah? What's that?" I spat.
Edward pulled off my moccasin, exposing my foot, "Are you ticklish?" With that he began tracing a single finger up and down my barefoot.
It tickled like crazy! But I was determined to withstand the torture and make him think I wasn't as ticklish as I actually was. Edward continued to drag that finger up and down my ticklish sole, but I refused to reveal any hint on my face.
"Well, I guess you aren't ticklish," Edward said, sounding disappointed. "Oh well, it's a good thing, too. If you were ticklish this would really send you over the edge." He punctuated this by spidering all five of his fingers across my foot.
I tried desperately to hold in the laughter, but it was no good. "Hahahahahahah ok! HAAHAHAahhahahahaha I'm ticklish! Hahahahahaha"
Edward continued to tickle my barefoot, "See that wasn't so hard, was it?"
"Hahahahahahahhaha stop! Hahahahahaahhahaahahahaha" I screamed, trying hard to wrench my foot from its restrained position. "Hahahahahahahahaha please hahahahahahahahahhahaha"
Edward stopped tickling my foot and stood up, brushing the dirt off of his knee. "Well, Emmett, he's all yours. Just try not to overdo it." Edward turned and walked toward the tent, "I'm gonna take a nap-try to keep the noise down." He smiled a wicked grin.
"Yeah, this should fun. I haven't tickled someone other than you, Edward, in a really long time." Emmett sat down between my legs and smiled, "Well we know that your feet are ticklish, let's see if you're 'sensitive' anywhere else."
Emmett placed his hands on my sides and began tickling up and down, lightly scratching at my ribs. Man! He was a good tickler! I thought Edward was bad, but Emmett was so much more effective as eliciting laughter from my ticklish spots. I couldn't even hold in my laughter at all.
"Hahahahahahahaha no hahahahahahahahahahaha not my ribs! Hahahahahahahahahahaha" I was laughing uncontrollably.
Emmett started squeezing my sides. "Hahahahahahahahahahaha NO! Hahahahahahaha please hahahha stop! Hahahahhaahahahahaahhaa!"
"Well, your sides are really ticklish and so are your ribs," Emmett said, all the while still tickling my sides. "How about your stomach?" Emmett started vigorously tickling my stomach.
"Hahahahaha no hahahahahaha" My laughter started to subside as the tickling sensations grew weaker; my stomach was not that ticklish. "Hahahahaha"
"Well, that's no fun," Emmet said pouting. "How about this?" He poked his index finger into my bellybutton.
I can't really explain the electrical feeling that went through my body at that moment. I exploded into a new wave of hysterical laughter. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA not there HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!"
Emmett wiggled his finger all through my small belly button, he even scratched at my ultra-sensitive innie. "Yeah! You are a hoot to tickle!"
"Hahahahahahahaha! PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAA!" Tears were forming in my eyes and I thought my mouth was gonna fall off it was open so wide. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!"
"That's enough of that I guess. Let me give you a break for a second," Emmett went over to get a bottle of water, he poured some water down my throat and I gladly swallowed it. I could feel my strength quickly returning, now was my chance.
Emmett turned his back to put the water back, I pulled fiercely at the bonds. I managed to loosen the rope holding my left arm, but not enough to get my arm out. Just then Emmett turned to see my pulling strongly at the ropes.
"Oh I see how it is, I give you a break and some water and try to break out. Naughty, boy!" Emmett walked over to me and fixed the minor damage I had done to the ropes holding me. "Now let's continue the search for ticklish spots, shall we?"
Emmett dug his hands into my armpits, tickling every synapse located therein. "Hahahahahahahahaha! Not again hahahahahahahhahahahahaha"
"Hahahahahhahahahahah I'm too ticklish! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHA" Emmett found a particularly sensitive spot underneath my pits that drives me crazy. "HAAHHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA not THAHAHAHAHAHAHARE!"
"Well, we've found out you are ticklish on your left foot, your sides, your bellybutton and your armpits." Emmett continued to exploit that weak spot under my arms. "Where is there left to explore? Hmmm...." Emmett eased up on the tickling and scooted back a little. "I guess we can try the other foot," Emmett pulled off my other moccasin and held my foot in his hand. "Tickle, tickle, tickle."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" I know it's hard to believe, but I think my right foot is more ticklish than my left foot. Emmett's tickling was unbearable. I thought my feet were my worst spot and indeed they are, with just one foot being tickled I feel like I'm going to burst from the laughter. "HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHOHAHAHAHAHAHA! Please! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA"
Emmett laid on his back, still tickling my right foot with his left hand. Then he added to my torment his right hand tickling my left foot. This was too much.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!" I couldn't do anything but laugh, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Tickle, tickle wolf-boy! I could tickle you all day, Jacob!" Emmett began exploring underneath my toes.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA PLAHAHAHAHEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSAHAHAHE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Emmett was using his index and middle finger to tickle around my toes and using his ring and pinky finger to travel along my increasingly ticklish bare soles. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I give up HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
This tickle torture, combined with the earlier beating, left me weak and exhausted. I started to fade out to the sound of my hysterical laughter.