Caught Red Handed

Chapter Sixty-Three, Momma's Boy

Tom's Perspective

I had been here for days, and the scientist had found me so quickly. She had experimented on me constantly, and done all sorts of tests. It was like torture, being forced into different tests. I was currently pent up in my makeshift nest, where I had been chained and forced to reside. I whimpered and squirmed around, desperately trying to get away. I wanted to leave and go back, oh what I would give to be free of this stress. Whenever I didn't comply, she hit me with an electric rod. It hurt, it hurt so much. I couldn't retain my monster form forever, unlike my graceful mother. All I could do was cower in the nest, naked and beaten with the worst things. I yanked at the shackles binding me to this hell in vain, receiving a small shock. I hissed and curled up, hugging my knees close and hiding my face. I would never be free, never. I cowered and shivered in my cold nest, alone in the world. There wasn't Tord here to make me feel better. He couldn't hold my head and give me kisses.

I didn't have Gygjar, my sweet mother. She would curl around me and gently lick my head, showing her undeserving love. I didn't have Edd or Matt to keep me calm or hold me. All I had was myself, and I couldn't do anything. I dug my shaking claws into my scalp, desperately cradling my head. I don't want to be here. I began to drag my claws along my soft skin, relaxing at the strange sensation. It helped me focus on something other than my entrapment. I repeatedly dragged my claws along the smooth surface, ignoring the pain that followed it. I started to calm down completely, breathing slowly. I examined the mess I had made of myself, blood slathered along my arms and hands. I let out a sigh of frustration and ignored the bloody wounds, exhausted and angry. I went to sleep angry at myself for self-harming.

I awoke to feel a strange presence around me, but was too mentally tired to run away. I looked up at the new creature, seeing a strange sight. It was a black-eyed human like me, with long black hair that trailed down to the toes. The female was matured but still in her younger years, older than me but still yet to be tainted by old age. I tilted my head and sniffed the creature who stayed company with me. She smelled like Gygjar. Mother. I recoiled slightly, not believing that this could truly be my mother. She stared at me curiously, as if my reaction was unnecessary. She tilted her head and cooed softly, pressing purple horns against my forehead. I purred quietly and returned the gesture, relaxing. She was here. She was here, finally. Mother. Mother was back. She can protect me. I buried my face in her chest shamelessly. There's nothing to be ashamed of, after all. I let out a sigh of relief as her hand slowly ran through my messy hair in a comforting manner. I breathed quietly, at peace knowing my mother would care for me.

Those feelings quickly changed as her presence faded away. I was viciously ripped out of the dream as it spiraled into a nightmare. I opened my eyes in a cold sweat, frantically looking around for my mother. Gygjar. I want her to be here and save me. I whimpered and covered my face, warm tears finding their way onto my cold skin. I shivered as a breeze blew across my bare back, which was surely infected by now. I pressed my body against the poorly built nest, desperate for warmth and shelter. I felt as though I was left here to die. That woman is cruel. I just want my mother. I need my mother to be here. At my lowest moments of peril and destress, I let out the strangest noises. Between chokes and sobs and staggered breathing, I let out whines and desperate calls for comfort. I tore at my scalp out of stress and downright despair, feeling little pain as blood soaked my claws. What else could I do? I was trapped and alone, and nobody was coming. I knew it was only a few mere days, maybe a week or two, but I couldn't handle it. I kept my sharp claws dug into my scalp, attempting to breathe. I can't act like this, not forever. I'll wind up dead.

As I calmed down enough to breathe and think logically, I felt a strange sensation. More accurately, heard one. I looked around for the source of the strange noise. It was like a deep calling that I could hear. As if it was responding to my distressed calls. I sniffed the air and looked around, but couldn't find any source. I cleared my mucus-y throat before letting out a soft whine. Maybe I could respond to this noise? This.. Feeling? I hesitantly cried out into the lonely air, trying to be as loud as I could. Quite honestly, I felt like a wolf. A wolf calling out to my pack. I sniffed the air again and listened, but there was nothing. I climbed out of my nest, conscious of how cold I was. I scanned my surroundings and continued to make an attempt at calling out, though it was quiet pitiful and strange sounding. The ground shook as something approached, something big. My eyes desperately searched the horizon for anything that could make such a disturbance, but all I could see was the midnight stars. It was so cold and dark. All alone. It felt like the first night I ever remembered.

I backed up into my nest, fearing for my safety. I didn't know if this was good ground-shaking, or bad. My eyes vaguely made out a dark figure in the distance. A huge, fluffy beast of sorts. I tilted my head and squinted, trying to understand what I was looking at. The beast approached rather quickly, in a hurry. I sniffed the air, now familiar with the scent. Gygjar? Here? Am I dreaming? Did she really run all the way here? The land rumbled as she let out a deep roar, one that announced her presence loud and clear. I let out a meek noise in return, not used to such communication. I purred loudly as she came closer and slowed down, ready to embrace me. I changed into my beast form, cooing happily as she buried me in her fur. She laid down on top of me and immediately began covering me in saliva, her version of affection. I'm so amazed that she followed me here, even if there was a delay. She smothered me in love and rubbed our horns together, cooing the whole time. She was just as happy as I was, if not more.

We continued to trade affections for many minutes, maybe hours. Then, once exhausted, Gygjar picked me up by the scruff of my neck and carried me to the water. I didn't mind, I trusted my mother. She brought me to a small lake and set me down, lapping at the water. I cooed and drank alongside her, wondering if she might bring me home. Once both of us were satisfied, Gygjar stared at me and pressed our horns together momentarily. She then lowered her body and motioned for me to get on to her back. I struggled before climbing up and settling on her back. She looked back at me before standing up and running off in the direction she had come from. Once she had brought me to a certain distance, I was relieved to feel the collar power off and fall off of my neck. I cooed and closed my eyes, snuggling close to my mother. She was saving me, after all this time. Well, it felt like a long time. I started to fall into a new slumber, much less stress filled than last time. I was safe knowing she was here.