Eisenhut

Chapter 17

The cops, terrified at what they had witnessed, were yelling, calling for more backup, and then one bullet whirled towards us, to hit Sascha. It was all in slow motion, as the piercing sounds of the gunfire and screaming pounded against my eardrums, forcing me to cover my ears. I blinked, and in that split second, he fell to the ground, cradling his stomach, which had a bullet firmly planted in it. "NO!" I screamed, though my voice wasn't heard.

I collapsed to the floor, not caring that my knees scraped against the gravelled ground and were bleeding. The only pain I was feeling was heartache, as Sascha transformed one final time into his human form. I was hysterical, crying uncontrollably, begging him to stay alive, but it was no use. He took a final breathe, and I took one last glance into his golden eyes which began to drain into a grey colour as the life seeped out of him. I watched as the pink in his face rapidly turned to white, and I felt helpless as his eyes fluttered shut, his head resting on my lap.

"Sascha..." I whispered, and then angrily repeated his name one more time as my tears fell onto his cheeks. I struggled to breathe and I felt as if my whole world was crashing in on me as the sound and colour of the world drowned out. I felt like I was back where I started, all the good in my life had vanished. The humans had found me, and taken the one thing I loved away from me. He had protected me, saved me, but now I was alone.

My tears were a waterfall, streaming down my face. I could vaguely hear the distant shouting of orders from the cops wanting me to surrender again. I closed my eyes for a second, and then transitioned sadly, before turning to face the hundred clueless faces. "I am not going to run. I am not going to attack anyone else. Just please, leave me alone to grieve," I said bravely, but they ignored my begging.

I gave up the fight to be accepted in a world of superior humans, as I realised werewolves were never going to fit into their idea of a perfect world. They would never leave us alone to be happy and there was nothing I could do about it.

I had lost all the feeling in my body and zoned out from the world, not even realising I had been handcuffed and thrown into a high security police van. I had heard nothing the police were telling me and didn't even flinch as I was pushed into a dungeon-like cell, chained up in front of the one small window. I was locked in and left to rot.

"Werewolves are not welcome in this world," I heard an unfamiliar voice say, confused as to whether they were real or just my mind tricking me, "and we won't stop until every last one of them is dead..."