Bear Soldiers

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They found him. Dom ran for a week, driving most days with little sleep, and still, they found him. He thought he might be paranoid at first, so he kept walking, pushing past the country folk enjoying the fair and heading toward the amusement rides. When he got to the Ferris wheel, he didn’t need to turn around to sense that the two following him were at his heels.

He could smell them. That was what gave Dom the edge: his extra senses. These guys trailing him were professionals. He probably wouldn’t have gotten far without his powers. They made him cautious. At that moment, for example, he wondered if there was a drone above him trying to snap a picture. Maybe it would follow him out of the parking lot and send a missile his way. But probably not. They needed him alive. Dom was valuable.

He wasn’t sure what he was, but Dom knew he was important. If someone got their hands on the ability to control his shapeshifting, he was sure they would make billions. Dom wasn’t sure if it was a company on his heels or the government, but these men meant business.

Dom knew the type. He used to be one, and he had good reason to believe that these men were sent by someone from his past. While stationed as an operative in Kabul, something terrible went down. That’s when this all started. Many people saw his first shift, all with the power and reason to hunt him.

Hungry, always so hungry, Dom hurried to the long line waiting for funnel cake. The shaved head, sunglasses, t-shirt, and jeans weren’t enough to keep them off his trail. He skipped the line, snatched the funnel cake off the first person in line, tore into it, and ran.

“Hey!” screamed someone in line behind him, but he was already gone. He was rushing through the crowd, immersing himself in it. His stalkers were on his trail, and, sadly, the funnel cake hadn’t curbed his hunger much.

Dom tested his keen sense of smell and could tell more people were hanging around his car than before. Going back to his old vehicle wouldn’t be an option. They would already have it staked out. He raced toward the opposite end of the carnival, making the men shove their way through locals.

“You’re drunk, Tom,” a woman ahead said.

“Don’t tell me what I am!” the man shouted. It sounded serious. The scents he picked up of the woman were alluring. They drove him wild, kicking him into overdrive. If he had time, he would have stopped to get a better whiff, but he didn’t have time.

He broke through the crowd and saw the couple struggling. The girl was right. Tom, a large but flabby-looking man, was wasted. He clung to her arm as she reeled back. She flinched, and Dom could smell her fear. That fear was nothing new for her. This man had done this to her before. More than that, he’d struck her. Dom snarled, unable to control his rage and his need to protect such a lovely prize.