Beast Heart book one: Call to the Beast Inside (chapter one)

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Clint looked around; everything was different then what he was used to. The walls were covered in ivy, and pictures of plants, animals, and elements were hanging from the ceiling. The lights flickered in an eerie way. An icy cold chill went down Clint’s back as he sat down on a satin chair. The chair might have been made of satin, but it was old and broken. Clint wiped his finger across the arm of the chair and then looked at his finger; it was covered with so much dust that you couldn’t even see his skin. Clint just stuck his tongue out in disgust and wiped the dust off of his finger with a tissue.
Finally someone walked into the room; it was a sixteen year old boy. He had brown hair and dressed like he was a rich king.
“Come,” the boy said as he reached out to Clint and grabbed him by his arm. The boy tugged on Clint’s arm until he got up and started to walk, allowing himself to be pulled by the boy.
The boy led Clint threw an ivy covered door and into a room completely sealed off by plants. It was as if the room was abandoned for years allowing plants to thrive, yet Clint could see signs that someone had been living there recently. Sitting down on a surprisingly brand new chair, was a grey haired lady. She was about eighteen years old, yet she looked like she was the boss of this strange place.
“Hello,” the woman said as she stood up and walked over to Clint; she then looked at the boy and said, “Thank you, Bobby. I can take it from here.” Bobby bowed down to the woman and then walked off, but before he left he whispered into Clint’s ear, “Try to look alive...oh and you might want to talk a little bit.” Clint just cleared his throat nervously as Bobby closed the door behind him.
“So, your name’s Clint right?” the woman asked as Clint nodded his head nervously yes, “My name’s Melady, but you can call me Mel.”
“O...k...a...y” Clint stammered as he looked up at the woman.
“Well don’t worry,” Mel assured him as Clint got a confused look on his face, “You’ll do fine at the academy!”
ACADEMY???? Clint thought as he stared at Mel, Nobody said anything about an...
“Is something wrong Clint?” Mel asked interrupting Clint’s thoughts; Clint hesitated, trying to find the words.
“To be honest...” he started, “Nobody told me anything about an academy...Actually nobody even bothered to tell me why I was here...”
“Then why did you come?”
“I was tricked,” Clint replied as his eyes got misty, “They said my dad wanted to see me...my dad’s been sick for about three years. He used to be a police officer and one day...” he didn’t want to say anymore, but Mel urged him on, “One day someone poisoned a bullet,” tears started to fall from Clint’s eyes, “Everybody warned him not to go in, that the guy was skilled with poisons and toxins, but dad wouldn’t listen to them. He said that the guy had to be taken out, and the he was the man for the job...so he went in, and,” Clint didn’t want to say anymore, but Mel just put her hands on the thirteen year old’s shoulder’s.
“And what?” Mel knew Clint didn’t want to say anymore, she could tell he was remembering and picturing the image in his head, but in stead of comforting the boy she urged him to go on.
“He shot the bullet, and it hit dad right in the,” Clint started back up again with the same pain feeling like he had gotten shot in the heart, “It hit him right in the heart. Dad normally didn’t take me with him on police duty stuff, but he had just picked me up from school and we were on our way home when he got the call. He told me to stay with the other policemen, but I didn’t listen. I followed him and when the man looked at me it caused dad to look at me. I distracted him! He got shot cause of me!” by now Clint was on his hands and knees sobbing, “I haven’t seen my dad in three years, and when they said that the hospital sent them so I could see my dad, I didn’t care whether they were strangers or not...I just wanted to see my dad...He was the only family I had left...”
“That’s what you think,” Mel whispered, but Clint heard her and stood up.
“What do you mean?!” Clint snapped as if expecting an answer right away.
“Should I tell him, Niño?” Mel asked a little, miniature human pocked his head out from behind Mel’s. The little boy was about the size of a doll, in fact he fit perfectly into the palm of Mel’s hand. Besides his small size, he looked about thirteen. He also acted like Mel’s complete opposite.
“Na!” Niño replied as he stuck his tongue out at Clint for no good reason, “He’s going to find out soon anyways. I mean really, isn’t he going to get a Guardian Soul soon?” Niño then covered his mouth, “Oops!”
“Oops is right!” Mel said her voice still calm though, “Anyways, why don’t you just see if you like it here okay?” Clint reluctantly nodded in agreement, “Bobby!” Mel called out. Bobby then opened the door and walked in. Once again he bowed down to Mel and then pulled Clint out of the room by the arm.