Weremayhem: Prey of Tiger

Ch 5: F...Father?

 Zoot walked down stairs into the kitchen. It was one in the morning. He had another nightmare. The nightmare was worse. It was about something that actually happened.

The saxophonist was only nine years old at the time of the event....

It was late at night. He was in his bedroom while his mother and father were fighting in the living room. Zoot looks out of the window and looks at the full moon. He was in his wereform. "I wish mommy and father would stop fighting" he whimpered as he lay his head down on the wooden window frame.

Suddenly the sound of glass shattering filled the house. The weresloth quickly got up and slowly walked out of his bedroom. He slowly turned the corner to see what happened in the living room. His eyes got wide as he saw the scene in that room. He never forgot it.

His mother, Saoirse, was laying on the floor of the living room. Blood was dripping from her face. She had burn scars all over her forehead and eyes from the past. The scars were cut open. Her sloth body was shaking in fear and pain. Saoirse' green eyes look at her husband in fear. Her body was covered in burn scars and cuts. They were from his father.

His father, Zale, was standing over her, looking down at her. He was a weretiger. Scars cover his body from being in the mafia. His grayish blue pale fur shines a bit in the moonlight. His mint green nose sniffed the air a bit to enjoy the smell of blood. Zale had two scars on his face. One over his left eye due to a knife attack. The other was a burn scar from his first years in the mafia. His right eye is blind due to the event that gave him the scar. The weretiger hiss at his wife.

Zoot noticed the broken glass on the living room floor. It was from his mother's favorite vase. He kept out of sight of his father.

"You stupid woman!" yelled Zale as he snarls at his wife. "You can't do anything right!" he added as he grabbed her wrists.

"Zale, please, I'm sorry!" replied Saoirse with tears in her eyes. The fear in her voice always haunts the saxophonist.

Zale lifts up his hand and shows his claws. He was about to hit his wife....

"No!" yelled Zoot as he suddenly ran at his father. The weretiger growls at the small sloth.

"Leave! This has nothing to do with you!" replied his father with a roar.

"No! I will not let you hurt mommy ever again!" replied the small boy with tears forming in his eyes.

"Dumb boy. I should have left you in that snake pit when I had the chance!" replied Zale as he slapped Zoot.

The sloth fell to the floor. Blood ran down his neck. There was a cut on the left side of his neck. It was small but you can tell how deep it was. Zoot's eyes look dead into his father's eyes. The blue eye of his father looked down at him with disappointment.

Zale slowly starts to walk over to his son. A scowl was on his face. Saoirse quickly got up and grabbed at her husband's fur. "Leave him alone!" yelled his wife with tears in her eyes. The weretiger growls before he slaps her.

Saoirse fell to the ground with her paw on her hurt cheek. She looked over at Zoot and noticed nothing. Her son's pupils were thin as strings. There was a bit of red in them.

Zoot suddenly charged at his father and bit down on his arm. The panther roars as he tries to get his son off of him. Blood drips on the rug of the room. The sloth's claws start to cut into the tiger's skin and muscles. Zale slammed his arm against the ground which caused the weresloth to let go.

His son quickly got up and tried to bite or claw him again. The tiger quickly moved out of the way and grabbed the waist of his offspring. Zale's claws digged into the right side of Zoot's waist. The sloth let out a whimper. Blood ran down his waist and landed onto the floor.

Tears ran down Zoot's face. Pain filled his body. He raises his hand up and places it on his father's chest. Zale looked confused at his son. Suddenly the weresloth pulled his hand back and used full force to punch his father in the chest.

But....

The force of the punch have....gone through Zale's chest.

Blood drips down from his father's chest and even some from his mouth. His eyes were wide in horror and shock. Zoot slowly removes his now bloody hand from his own father's chest. A gasp escaped from Zale's mouth. His son was shaking in fear.

"You brat!" yelled Zale with a snarl on his face. He tries to move quickly but can't due to the pain and injury. The sloth quickly moved away from the tiger. His eyes looked over a silver bullet that was sitting on the coffee table.

It was next to his father's gun. Zoot's eyes kept looking at one of the bullets. He didn't see Zale trying to sneak up on him.

"Zoot!" yelled his mother.

Zoot quickly turned and faced his father who was about to pounce on him. His eyes face his father's face. The weretiger jumps up into the air to pounce on the small weresloth.

The silver bullet that the sloth was looking at started to move. The bullet suddenly flew off the table and hit Zale between the eyes.

The tiger fell to the ground. Blood covers the floor. Saoirse looked over at her son who was in shock and crying. She got up and walked over to her son. Saoirse pulls her son into a hug. She comforts Zoot. Tears run down her face as she looks at her dead husband.

"I'm sorry, mommy" cries the small sloth as he hugs his mother.

"Shhh, It's okay." replied Saoirse as she tighten her hug around her son.

Zoot never forgot that night. How could he not? The saxophonist KILLED his own father. He was nine years old, a kid. Zoot was scared and just acted on what his body told him to. Ever since that night, he would have nightmares about that night and his father.

The dark blue haired male groans as he lay on the couch. The saxophonist looked at his hand that killed his father. His eyes narrow. "Dammit" he groans as he closes his eyes.

"I hate this damn curse" Zoot said with a low hiss. He rolled over on the couch where he was facing the pillow of the couch. His eyes slowly close as he falls asleep.