Post by cyrus on Jun 22, 2011 19:41:17 GMT -5
Hatred, that’s what I felt for this place. Anger, it was constantly in my mind, contorting my features. It was something I was used to now though, and I dealt with this constant anger and unhappiness in my emotions. I was curled up in the middle of the floor. Staring up at the ceiling, watching the silver veins in the stone glitter like the stars at night. Waiting and waiting for the telltale sound of the food tray skidding across the floor to signal the start of what I assumed was the morning. The smell of my toilet had faded to an annoying whiff every now and then, though I was used to it by now.
As the flap, that was part of the silver door, sounded and the skidding tray brushed against my arm, I weakly moved into a kneeling position and drank the cup of water that came with the large steak. I frowned as a wave of nausea hit me. Laying back down I forced myself to not vomit, controlling the clenching in my stomach. I sighed and with that sigh I felt my muscles relax and my mind slip into unconsciousness:
I shimmered into my true form, a large black wolf (small for a werewolf) with emerald green eyes. With tall ears and a thicker neck than a normal wolf, I definitely would stand out in a pack of regular wolfs. As soon as I was in my wolf form again, when I was myself, I moved into and through the forest that was before me. Slipping in between trees with ease that no human could have managed, I had a wolfish grin on my muzzle. I had always loved
running; it had always made me feel right.
Suddenly I stopped, I was in a clearing. My eyes narrowed as before me stood a shadow of a man. His molten gold eyes the only discernable features on his face. He reached out a shadowy hand and brushed it across my furred head. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling.
I woke slowly, as if I didn’t want to come into the waking world. In truth I really didn’t, I longed to stay with the shadowy figure, to know who it was. I liked the touch of his hand on my head, I had not touched another being nicely in a long time, so long I couldn’t even remember. I hated the fact that I couldn’t remember my past. I had nothing to dwell on while I was here stuck in this room. All I could do was sleep, and watch the “stars.”
Suddenly, while I was still scraping sleep from my eyes, the door to my cell opened and then quickly closed. I glanced up and there they were two of the “Takers.” They looked like chalk-white humans with crimson eyes. It was almost like they glowed in the darkness, that’s how white they were. I growled viciously, a wolfish snarl marring my face.
I stood quickly, my tall body sweeping up on to its feet, and I stared them down, the hair on the back of my neck prickled. I watched them, knowing that with all the silver around I would be too weak to shift into my other form. I waited until they moved towards me and it was like a dance every step they took I took one in the opposite direction, until I was up against the wall and screaming in pain pulling myself away from the cold burn of the metal. As I stumbled the “Takers” grabbed me and one managed to hit me on the back of the head with the silver scepter it had been holding.
I collapsed onto the floor and was quickly dragged to a kneeling position with one of them on either side holding on to one of my arms. I was half-awake and could feel every bit of drag on my jeans as the dragged me out of my cell and into the hall. My head lolled weakly on my shoulders and made it painful for my neck and shoulders. Yet I could do nothing about it, anger flared up in my chest about being so powerless. I had loved being a werewolf because we always had control over things and had great power, but now, with the silver all around me, I could only allow myself to be dragged.
I couldn’t even manage a frown or scream as I was thrown onto the silver slab-like table and was strapped to it. All I could do was manage a weak pull away from it. The familiar cold burn crept through my shirt and into my skin marking the scar on my back with another burn. Skin peeled away from muscle as if it was fire touching me and I felt the shiny purple colored flesh touch the cloth covered silver and my shirt barely deadened the pain. As the feeling grew I was able a scream.
The scream was so high-pitched and blood curdling that the other werewolves roused and let loose howls to try and comfort me, for it was all they could do from where they were. It did little to lessen the pain but I tried to lose myself in the beautiful sound, tried to loose myself in the perfect mesh of rising and falling pitches. I believed this is what it sounded like being in a pack of werewolves at the night of a full moon. I did not know myself if this was true or not, since I did not know my past, I had to merely imagine.
The thought of being free again sent even more pain through me for I knew it would never happen. I knew I would be held here in this horrid place for centuries, as werewolves lived much longer than humans. I seized as the silver needle passed through the tough skin on my arm and I felt lightheaded as the blood leaving my body and the silver began to burn even worse in my blood.
Then before I knew it I was being moved, without me even noticing the needle’s removal, they didn’t bother hitting me again as I had so much silver poisoning in my body it didn’t matter. I was too sick to fight back, they dumped me unceremoniously back into my room on my back and with a whimper I managed to move myself onto my stomach, feeling my shirt stick to my back.
I then began to cry, I didn’t cry a lot normally but lately I had been crying more and more. I was already so exhausted that I ended up crying myself to sleep. The dream I had was the strangest one yet:
I was back in the forest. Back in my wolf form and there in front of me was a huge group of humans. They had their guns drawn on me and all I could do was stare at them. Suddenly a giant bipedal machine made out of a combination of silver and some other type of metal came out of the trees. The humans parted for it. It raised a machine gun toward me and I felt as if this could be my very last moments. Suddenly another wolf, much larger than me and a tawny color with golden eyes launched it self out of the trees and straight at the machine.
For a moment I thought he would be okay but then he was killed, shot right on the spot, blood hitting me straight in the face and all I could do was sit there and stare as if I was frozen on the spot.
I woke with a start, my chest heaving up and down as my eyes searched the pitch black for that machine, for the humans. My heart ached for the other wolf whose life had been snuffed out right before my eyes. I wanted to rise up before that crowd of humans and crush them. Feel them break between my jaws, but I couldn’t, for it had all been a dream and even if it hadn’t I wouldn’t have been able to do anything as I was stuck in this damned cell. I cradled my head in my hands, rocking back and forth slowly trying to calm myself. I needn’t worry about looking crazy, I was the only one here and I knew by now I probably was already insane. A soft whimper escaped my mouth. When had I become so weak as to whimper at the simplest thing like a dream?
I set my jaw and pushed up from the floor, it was then that I realized there was the sound of a limping two legged animal. The hairs on the back of my neck bristled again; I pushed off the floor and moved into the back of the room watching the door because for some reason I knew that animal was coming for me. I waited and waited for what seemed like an eternity, and then my door creaked open and there he was staring at me.
He was a human. Haughtiness in every feature of his body, my nose wrinkled. His hair was black and spiked, just long enough to run your fingers through. He stood tall enough that he was taller than my five foot eleven inches. His skin was a dark tan and his eyes an icy blue. His clothes were that of a wealthy person, with a gold and red cloak, black jeans, and white dress shirt. I knew his stench. I had smelled it before in the Coliseum. The Coliseum was a place some of the werewolves were taken. Only a few were taken there and it was the lucky few in some’s opinion. There in the Coliseum wealthy humans chose their desired werewolves and pitted them against each other in a horrid combat because one werewolf always ended up dying. It made it so werewolves were far outmatched by the humans in population.
I had been there once but in the end before my first match my master ended up dying. It had made me horribly frustrated to come back here because at least there I had something to do. Here I was forced to waste away slowly.
As I stared at the limping male he came in with two “Takers” guarding him. I frowned as he came up to me and gripped my chin looking me in the eyes and smiled, “I like her she has fire in her eyes!”
I narrowed my eyes and spat in his face. The “Takers” growled and moved to slam me into the silver filled wall but he merely laughed and wiped his face, waving at the “Takers” to grab me.
“She’s exactly what I want!” he exclaimed happily as I was slammed into the wall my head collided with the stone and silver and I fainted.
As the flap, that was part of the silver door, sounded and the skidding tray brushed against my arm, I weakly moved into a kneeling position and drank the cup of water that came with the large steak. I frowned as a wave of nausea hit me. Laying back down I forced myself to not vomit, controlling the clenching in my stomach. I sighed and with that sigh I felt my muscles relax and my mind slip into unconsciousness:
I shimmered into my true form, a large black wolf (small for a werewolf) with emerald green eyes. With tall ears and a thicker neck than a normal wolf, I definitely would stand out in a pack of regular wolfs. As soon as I was in my wolf form again, when I was myself, I moved into and through the forest that was before me. Slipping in between trees with ease that no human could have managed, I had a wolfish grin on my muzzle. I had always loved
running; it had always made me feel right.
Suddenly I stopped, I was in a clearing. My eyes narrowed as before me stood a shadow of a man. His molten gold eyes the only discernable features on his face. He reached out a shadowy hand and brushed it across my furred head. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling.
I woke slowly, as if I didn’t want to come into the waking world. In truth I really didn’t, I longed to stay with the shadowy figure, to know who it was. I liked the touch of his hand on my head, I had not touched another being nicely in a long time, so long I couldn’t even remember. I hated the fact that I couldn’t remember my past. I had nothing to dwell on while I was here stuck in this room. All I could do was sleep, and watch the “stars.”
Suddenly, while I was still scraping sleep from my eyes, the door to my cell opened and then quickly closed. I glanced up and there they were two of the “Takers.” They looked like chalk-white humans with crimson eyes. It was almost like they glowed in the darkness, that’s how white they were. I growled viciously, a wolfish snarl marring my face.
I stood quickly, my tall body sweeping up on to its feet, and I stared them down, the hair on the back of my neck prickled. I watched them, knowing that with all the silver around I would be too weak to shift into my other form. I waited until they moved towards me and it was like a dance every step they took I took one in the opposite direction, until I was up against the wall and screaming in pain pulling myself away from the cold burn of the metal. As I stumbled the “Takers” grabbed me and one managed to hit me on the back of the head with the silver scepter it had been holding.
I collapsed onto the floor and was quickly dragged to a kneeling position with one of them on either side holding on to one of my arms. I was half-awake and could feel every bit of drag on my jeans as the dragged me out of my cell and into the hall. My head lolled weakly on my shoulders and made it painful for my neck and shoulders. Yet I could do nothing about it, anger flared up in my chest about being so powerless. I had loved being a werewolf because we always had control over things and had great power, but now, with the silver all around me, I could only allow myself to be dragged.
I couldn’t even manage a frown or scream as I was thrown onto the silver slab-like table and was strapped to it. All I could do was manage a weak pull away from it. The familiar cold burn crept through my shirt and into my skin marking the scar on my back with another burn. Skin peeled away from muscle as if it was fire touching me and I felt the shiny purple colored flesh touch the cloth covered silver and my shirt barely deadened the pain. As the feeling grew I was able a scream.
The scream was so high-pitched and blood curdling that the other werewolves roused and let loose howls to try and comfort me, for it was all they could do from where they were. It did little to lessen the pain but I tried to lose myself in the beautiful sound, tried to loose myself in the perfect mesh of rising and falling pitches. I believed this is what it sounded like being in a pack of werewolves at the night of a full moon. I did not know myself if this was true or not, since I did not know my past, I had to merely imagine.
The thought of being free again sent even more pain through me for I knew it would never happen. I knew I would be held here in this horrid place for centuries, as werewolves lived much longer than humans. I seized as the silver needle passed through the tough skin on my arm and I felt lightheaded as the blood leaving my body and the silver began to burn even worse in my blood.
Then before I knew it I was being moved, without me even noticing the needle’s removal, they didn’t bother hitting me again as I had so much silver poisoning in my body it didn’t matter. I was too sick to fight back, they dumped me unceremoniously back into my room on my back and with a whimper I managed to move myself onto my stomach, feeling my shirt stick to my back.
I then began to cry, I didn’t cry a lot normally but lately I had been crying more and more. I was already so exhausted that I ended up crying myself to sleep. The dream I had was the strangest one yet:
I was back in the forest. Back in my wolf form and there in front of me was a huge group of humans. They had their guns drawn on me and all I could do was stare at them. Suddenly a giant bipedal machine made out of a combination of silver and some other type of metal came out of the trees. The humans parted for it. It raised a machine gun toward me and I felt as if this could be my very last moments. Suddenly another wolf, much larger than me and a tawny color with golden eyes launched it self out of the trees and straight at the machine.
For a moment I thought he would be okay but then he was killed, shot right on the spot, blood hitting me straight in the face and all I could do was sit there and stare as if I was frozen on the spot.
I woke with a start, my chest heaving up and down as my eyes searched the pitch black for that machine, for the humans. My heart ached for the other wolf whose life had been snuffed out right before my eyes. I wanted to rise up before that crowd of humans and crush them. Feel them break between my jaws, but I couldn’t, for it had all been a dream and even if it hadn’t I wouldn’t have been able to do anything as I was stuck in this damned cell. I cradled my head in my hands, rocking back and forth slowly trying to calm myself. I needn’t worry about looking crazy, I was the only one here and I knew by now I probably was already insane. A soft whimper escaped my mouth. When had I become so weak as to whimper at the simplest thing like a dream?
I set my jaw and pushed up from the floor, it was then that I realized there was the sound of a limping two legged animal. The hairs on the back of my neck bristled again; I pushed off the floor and moved into the back of the room watching the door because for some reason I knew that animal was coming for me. I waited and waited for what seemed like an eternity, and then my door creaked open and there he was staring at me.
He was a human. Haughtiness in every feature of his body, my nose wrinkled. His hair was black and spiked, just long enough to run your fingers through. He stood tall enough that he was taller than my five foot eleven inches. His skin was a dark tan and his eyes an icy blue. His clothes were that of a wealthy person, with a gold and red cloak, black jeans, and white dress shirt. I knew his stench. I had smelled it before in the Coliseum. The Coliseum was a place some of the werewolves were taken. Only a few were taken there and it was the lucky few in some’s opinion. There in the Coliseum wealthy humans chose their desired werewolves and pitted them against each other in a horrid combat because one werewolf always ended up dying. It made it so werewolves were far outmatched by the humans in population.
I had been there once but in the end before my first match my master ended up dying. It had made me horribly frustrated to come back here because at least there I had something to do. Here I was forced to waste away slowly.
As I stared at the limping male he came in with two “Takers” guarding him. I frowned as he came up to me and gripped my chin looking me in the eyes and smiled, “I like her she has fire in her eyes!”
I narrowed my eyes and spat in his face. The “Takers” growled and moved to slam me into the silver filled wall but he merely laughed and wiped his face, waving at the “Takers” to grab me.
“She’s exactly what I want!” he exclaimed happily as I was slammed into the wall my head collided with the stone and silver and I fainted.