Tales of the Were

Chapter Two

Vivian

Chapter Two: A Walk in the Dark

 

“Arrrooooooo!!!!!” A tormented howl escaped my lips before I could stop myself. I sat on the dank floor of wet prison cell that I was locked in for about thirty minutes now. I was beginning to get restless. Or so I let the people around me believe. Or I guess it was just one person. One useless, terrified little boy.

          I scratched and tore mercilessly at the metal handcuffs that bound my wrists to the stone wall. I hissed under my breath as my left index finger’s nail snapped against the lock and began to bleed.

          Great, I thought. Yet another broken piece of me that shall bleed itself until no more blood can be shed. Until every other particle of my withering body dies off, piece by piece.

          I knew that Adrian, the fifteen year-old boy who sat outside my cell in a not-so-convincing cop uniform, had a weak stomach and would soon let me loose as soon as he’s had enough. This was partially the reason for my half-hearted attempts at harming myself. Just hearing about people being hurt or killed or even the drawing of the smallest trickle of blood would make him squeamish. So imagine what actually seeing real blood would do to that poor, unfortunate soul.

          Yes, I said to myself, sounding annoyed. I really did just use the line from that song in The Little Mermaid.

          “I will be found, you know,” I called tauntingly to him, while I watched him squirm. “Well, what’s left of me, that is.”

          I smiled. “Some torn pieces of dead flesh, broken bones. Possibly some rats sitting atop my corpse. If you’re lucky, the person to find all of that will be YOU.”

          He shook his head. “I really hope not.”

          I bared my teeth and hissed through the bars. He trembled slightly, not entirely willing to give up his good-cop role. At least, not yet.

          You know I can escape, my Were instincts whispered to Adrian’s frightened mind. I just don’t want to have to kill. . .

          “VIVIAN, STOP,” he shouted. “JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!”

          I smirked wickedly. “Toss me the key then, bro.”

          I caught the key easily between my pointed teeth and unlocked my throbbing wrists. The redness faded away in a flash and melted into my snow-white skin.

          My cat-like nails dug into the cell door as I flung myself against the bars.

          “Open. . . the . . . DOOR!!!”

         

          “Nope,” Adrian said, grinning like an idiot.

         

          “Now”.

 

          “Nope”.

 

          “ADRIAN, OPEN THE DAMN DOOR BEFORE I CUT OUT YOUR LIVER AND EAT IT FOR BREAKFAST!!!”