The last Soul Snatcher

Chapter Four

Cy stared longingly at the photo of him and Sam. They had went to Disney land together and she thought it was strange because they seemed to old to go. In the end though, she had said that was the most fun she had ever had. A single tear landed on her beautiful smiling face. He'd never see her again. When he left, he knew that it would be the last time he'd ever see her and it filled him with grief. He heard footsteps echoing down the hall with his sharp ears and quickly stode away the photo. He didn't want to loose the last thing he had of her and forget her forever. They had said they'd be able to help him control himself instead they locked him in this cell. He only agreed because they said he'd beable to be with Sam without ever hurting her. His sadness turned to anger and he smashed a powerful fist on the metal desk. Damn, the last thing he needed was a dent in his stuff. They wouldn't let him go if they had thought he couldn't get a hold of his anger. He puffed deeply threw his nose trying to calm himself. The silver door swished open heavily.

"Well hello there Cyron are you ready for your daily therapy?" The tall man smiled brightly. He had jet black sleeke hair and round glasses on his nose. Cy only grunted in reply.

"Right than sit down." The man ordered. Like Cy was a dirty dog with no obediance. He does have his dog like moments. On the other hand the moments were more like wolf like rages. Which is what he was here for. Sam drifted into his mind again and he drifted dazed onto the unmade twinsized bed.

"Okay. How have you been feeling?" Was the first question. Cy shrugged lazily. The man pushed up his glasses and jotted down some note on his clipboard.

"Have you been feeling any unwanted rage lately since we had last spoken." Was the second question. Of course all his rages were unwanted. He felt rage everyday since he's been here. Inspit all that though he could give it away so shook his head and spoke rough, "Not any unwanted rage."

The man nodded and wrote some more.

"Now how about any sudden changes since you've started on your medication. Changes to the body?" Was the third question.

"Not that I know of. Lemmie ask you a question doc. Do I looked any different." Cy stood up a stalked over to the man and got real close to his face. He could hear the doctors heart beat double as Cy breath on him. He peirced his big eyes into the mans frightened stare.

"I- I really must be going now. Other patents to attend too. That was go-good real good." The doctor studdered. He moved out of the chair and was out the door in a flash. Cy chuckled to himself. He deffently wasn't getting out today he knew it. There was no need now because all he wanted was sometime alone to plan his escape.

    Samantha looked around the area. She was no longer in the beat up old truck with Darren but was standing on a lovely white sanded beach. Behind her big palm tree stuck up tall and fanned out blocking the view of a beautiful mountain range. Odd but she desided that since this was her dream she'd make the most out of it. She danced around the beach kicking up sand that flouted up like soft white feathers. The ocean was a endless blue and the waves washed on to the beach gracefully. This dream was a escape from her new reality and she wished it would never end. She looked out onto the hirison. She thought about her mother, sister, friends, Cy, her future. She knew that was all her past but deep down she couldn't let it go. Before she could tear up she walked down the beach to explore the island she created with her imagination.

The sun started to set. The sky burst into light with colors of pink, yellow and red like it was on fire. She had to give herself credit. She deffently knew how to make a escape. Something caught her eye in the distance. A black figure was walking towards her. It was tall and broad but she couldnt make out any details. She slowed her pace to a stop in front of the figure. It's face was sharp and pale. It's eyes violet as a orcied. It's nose long and graceful. It looked down at her and a smile crepted on its beautiful face. Sam stood there mezmerised by its beauty. She opened her mouth to speak but the figure shushed her told her not to speak. Its voice reminded Sam of the world. Like the ocean, birds, rain everything in one. It was music to her ears and she felt that she was maybe in some sort of trance.