March 25: Write a story from the perspective of a monster in a closet
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I couldn't wait to get out.
It was so stuffy, dusty and uncomfortable
Every part of my body itched and I couldn't move my arms.
The worst part was that I didn't even know whose room I was in. I just teleported and found myself in a random closet.
I sighed and closed my eyes as I sat in the darkness. I wish I was just born by normal parents. I never understood why I had to be born to a vampire and a werewolf.
Their DNAs got mixed up and now I'm some sort of mutant creature that had extremely long canines, was hairy in an unusual way and needed to hunt and kill a human every week to survive.
My parents left me when I was ten years old. At that time I knew enough about myself and everything: the rules, my weaknesses and strengths, my duties and of course how I needed to survive.
I was fifteen now. I lived in the streets. I had no friends or family to go to and I usually pickpocketed to get money for my clothes and other little essential things.
It's been six days and I'd been transforming slowly into the vampire-wolf monster I was. If seven days passed and I hadn't killed and eaten a human, or at least drunk their blood, I'd change into a monster completely and I will never be able to return to my human state.
My breathing was ragged. I hated this life. I didn't want to kill innocent humans but I didn't want to turn into a monster forever. I actually wanted to find people who cared about me and wanted to know about my past and my struggles.
I doubted anyone would stay anyway, when they discovered that I killed and ate humans to survive.
My life was messed up.
Why wasn't I a full monster so I won't have to worry about having people that cared about you or the fact that I was killing my own kind.
If I couldn't be a full human, being a full monster would be so much better.
A faint growl escaped my mouth and I wasn't thinking straight anymore.
Everything in my head cleared out and all I could think about was, kill.
A voice came from the other side of the door and my heart began to race. I tried my hardest to control the animalistic sounds that were coming out of my throat.
The hair around my body began to thicken. My fangs grew even longer and thicker, I felt my muscles increase in size. The closet was getting really really uncomfortable now and I couldn't stand it.
I burst out of the door with a loud scream and bared my fangs immediately. My eyes darted frantically around the room and I froze for a split second.
Before I could think or move, arms were around me. I growled and howled in surprise, trying my hardest to break free from the strong grip.
A handful of men were surrounding me. Two were at my back and the rest were pointing guns and weapon at me.
I bared my fangs but shut my mouth immediately a gun was brought closer. For some reason I couldn't speak anymore and my body was morphing faster and faster into the creature I was deep inside.
I was handcuffed and pushed out the room. I struggled even more violently as I was pushed and next thing a sharp, cold metal tip was pushed into my neck.
My vision blurred in seconds. I heard screams and the annoying sound of people whispering and talking but I couldn’t make anything out clearly.
I fell face first into the back seat of a car and it was then that my vision finally left me.
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