Moonlit Revenge

Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Confessions

Saturday, April 25th, 2020, 10:01 AM.
My House, Pleasantdale.

I woke up, feeling both refreshed and tired, not to mention very cold, too. I wagged my tail a little to get it comfy, but I didn't feel it move at all, which confused me greatly. Confused teenage me pushed aside my blanket, and saw no signs of a tail.

I had no tail.

Or any clothes on.

This again, huh?

The very first thing I did was to get some clothes on. I got out of bed, went to my dresser, and got some daytime clothes on. Once I got some clothes on, my phone suddenly went off, letting out a "ding!" sound. The phone screen showed a notification from the messages app, saying:

A1. Mom (ICE) says: Please check your Gmail. Wild animals are dangerous at night, and this is why I don't recommend you going out at night.

I unplugged my phone, unlocked it, and went to my Gmail. She emailed me what appears to be a news article. I clicked it, not suspecting anything too abnormal. What could this be about?

Once the site loaded the article title read "Man attacked by an animal dies hours later in hospital."

My heart sunk.

I already knew what this was going to be about since I basically WAS there when it happened. Or it could be another situation that wasn't involved with me. The article read:

"If you are planning on taking a walk tonight, you might want to reconsider after you read this news story. A man was found on the side of the road last night with lots of scratches and bite wounds on his body and with a face beyond recognition in Pleasantdale when Pleasantdale police received a call that the caller had heard quote 'A person screaming for help and an animal growling loudly.' He was then rushed to the hospital where he then died about three hours later due to severe blood loss, trauma, and neurogenic shock. Police this morning were able to identify the man as 27-year-old Johnson Suntduffin. What's more interesting is that Johnson Suntduffin was later discovered at the crime scene to have been carrying three blowdarts containing an unknown liquid in his right jean pocket, which has led Pleasantdale police to believe that this was the same person who blow-darted a male teenager in Pleasantdale about a month ago. At the crime scene police also found a pocket knife with a three-inch blade at the side of the man and bite marks on the man's right wrist, which most likely meant that the man did try to defend himself, but the savage animal bit his wrist before the man was able to stab the animal, making him drop the knife. Due to the appearance of the scratch marks and bite wounds the man had, police believed that a fox-like animal was the animal that had attacked him. When his friends and family heard the news, they were both devastated and shocked at how this could've happened. If this news story didn't make you change your mind on taking nighttime walks, then it is recommended that you carry something to defend yourself if you ever get attacked."

My heart almost stopped.

I KILLED SOMEONE.

Never in my life had I thought that I would kill someone someday. I'm not the kind of person who would wish death upon someone or try to harm someone. It wasn't even intentional either. Now I'm going to have to live with being someone who killed someone else. Yes, I don't remember me doing it, but I know I did it because I was covered in another man's blood. Part of me wanted to tell mom what happened last night, while the other part of me wanted to keep it secret. But there was a problem with keeping it secret; if I kept it in, I would have to live with it and there was a chance it would slip out at the wrong time and the wrong person. I thought anxiously for what felt like hours about what I wanted to do.

After what felt like an eternity had passed by, I finally decided to tell mom what happened last night. I slowly exited my room, and walked to the living room, my heart pounding so hard I thought it was going to fly out of my chest. My mom saw me.

"Can I talk to you? It's about last night." I said slowly as I sat down next to her, stuttering.

"Ok?" Mom said.

And so I started to tell her everything that had happened last night; me peacefully walking home and then someone assaulting me, me defending myself and then confronting him, him telling me that he was the person who blow-darted me, and then me becoming a werewolf. As I started to tell her about how he ended all wounded up, my words started to falter and tears trickled down my cheeks as my throat began to feel as if I tried swallowing a bowling ball. I even told her that I had no intent on killing him and only had the intent of making him remember my face. The moment I finished telling her what happened last night, I wanted to sink into the floor as I feared for the worst, breaking down in tears as I hugged my mom, apologizing to her profusely for my actions.

My mom didn't flip out on me or anything like that. She was so shocked that she didn't know how to react. She hugged me back.

"I forgive you." My mom said softly.

"R-r-really?" I sniffled.

"Yes." Mom softly replied.

Part of me strongly believed that she wasn't forgiving me for my actions, but something in me realized that my antihero-like actions were probably for the better. Why? Because it meant that Johnson won't be able to blowdart anyone anymore. Besides, if he did survive and went to prison, he will most likely start his blow-darting business again when he gets released. My mom strongly advised that I don't tell anyone else what I did so I don't get into any trouble.

My mom won't ever see me the same again.