The Unexpected Journey: Claws

Prologue

She didn't know how it happened. One minute, Jean was standing with her friends at the party. Next, she was in a room with big, dusty cinderblocks making up the walls. The room was empty save one other: Somorla. Somorla had always been a strange cookie, and held a grudge against Jean for a reason which very few people knew.

Now, Jean would pay.

She kneeled, weeping, infront of Somorla. Jean was in a triangle of moonlight, the only spot of light in the room, coming from a small window. Her brown hair hung to the ground, wet from her tears. Her jeans and red shirt were spotted with salty moistness. She had been told what would happen to her. Somorla tucked a strand of perfect black and red hair behind her ear, a Cheshire grin on her face, her pupils tiny specks.

"Rise, Beast," Somorla yelled, raising her arms from her long, black silk dress. Her words vibrated in the stone walls. Jean raised her tear-streaked face. There was a different look on her face now, one even a mother could not love.

Her eyes were red with slits of pupils. She looked at her hands: there were long, sharp claws. She smiled, revealing needle sharp teeth, about 2 inches in length.

"The Beast has awoken."