Weremayhem AU

Chapter 12: Ahimoth's bones

Inside Teeth’s mind, the doc looks around the pitch darkness of his mind. “Where am I!” asked the feline as he walked around inside his mind. “Your mind” said someone. Teeth turned around only to see that skeleton again but it had changed. It was larger than last time, same with the fangs and claws. “Not you again!” hissed the doc. “Aw, you didn’t miss me? Oh well” replied the skull as it walked over to the feline. “What do you want?” asked the feline with a growl. “Nothing much. I just want to give you a good meeting since last time, Athena didn’t let me.” replied the skeleton. “That stupid cat!” it growled under its breath. “I’m Ahimoth, your instincts of a Cheshire cat!” said Ahimoth as it held its bone paw out to the doc. Teeth snarled and didn’t shake its hand. “Hm, I see that you got your great grandmother’s temper. I guess it runs in the family” said the skull as he took his paw away from the doc. “Can you tell me why you're here and what happened?” asked Teeth with a hiss. “That guy had put something in you. A part of your genes that only one of a few of your family tree have. A smilodon! Which only one of your living members have! You had the perfect gene to make a smilodon mixed with a Cheshire cat. So, that's what happened. You change from a Cheshire cat into a Cheshire smilodon. There is no way to fix this since your body has already accepted its new DNA coding. For the reason I’m here, well, I love to see you suffer with yourself. Your instinct, your own body, your mind, I love to see you out of control!” replied Ahimoth with a roar. “What-” the doc started to say but was cut off when the skeleton grabbed his throat and held him up high. “See! You’re weak! How can you be a leader if you're weak! No wonder why you get captured so easily. You are a disappointment to your family, even your own father” the skull said with a growl. Teeth claws at the bone hand that was on his neck but nothing was working. “I-I’m not weak!” hissed the feline as he tried to get the skeleton to let go but it wouldn’t move its hand. “Then why haven’t you broken my hand from your neck? Why did you let your ex lover control you? Hurt you? Use your body for his pressure? Why let your father control what career you wanted to do? You’re weak as a mouse. You will never be anything because you are nothing! A nobody! A weak mistake that your father made!” roared Athimoth as he dropped Teeth into a pitch of darkness. The darkness wrapped around the feline and dragged him down into the deep of the darkness. Tears fell from his eyes as he saw only darkness. Maybe AHimoth was right. He was a weak leader. He can’t do anything right. Can’t fight back, protect his friends…He was useless and a good for nothing leader to his friends. Also a mistake to his family’s tree. Meanwhile in reality to his control body, His ears went up when he heard someone opening the door of the room. Teeth let out a growl as a werefox came in with a bag of bloody meat. “H-hey” said Flooyd as he shut the door behind himself. He dumped the bloody meat onto the cage’s floor through the feed hole. The smilodon teared into the bloody food with pressure. The fox laid his back against the wall next to the cage. “I’m sorry that this happened to you” said Flooyd with a sad tone in his voice. The feline turned his head in question. “I’m sorry that Constantine is doing this to you. I’m sorry that my band is doing this. I don’t want to do this but my life is on the line. I wish I had never joined this stupid band! I never want to really harm people but it is forced. My relationship with Tooth is rocky and not working. It started when that stupid frog got the plan to capture you! That boosts his ego and his temper. He thinks he is better than me and treats me like crap! I wish things were like before!” said the fox as some tears ran down his face. The smilodon let out a soft roar to the sad fox which was out of instinct on his old cat's side. The feline felt like he should try to comfort the fox but can’t due to the cage. Teeth laid his head next to the bars of the cage for the sad male to use as comfort. Flooyd noticed and slowly put his hand on the feline’s head. He started to pet the doc’s head and felt a bit better. “At least you still understand feelings in this state” he softly said as he kept petting the smilodon.