Saving Prototype 809

Chapter 2

Chapter two

"She has twenty-eight stitches on her body, bruised ribs, abrasions that are bandaged, her hands and feet had been bound, tender veins from the needles, claw marks all along her body, and she’s malnourished." Amber tells me looking anxiously through the crack in the door at the girl in the bed.

How sick did someone have to be, to do this to such a harmless, majestic creature with the beauty she contains?

Thinking of what all they could have done to her flows horridly threw my mind, a shudder goes threw my body and my hands begin to shake. I clasp my hands together to keep myself from tracking down the twisted man who did this, and killing him for what he’s done to this girl.

"All of that?" I point to the motionless girl laying in the bed, "is on her?" I specify. I think back to her frail, lanky body that was weightless to me and I wonder how all of that could have been done to such a small girl and not have her broken.

Amber solemnly nods her head, "I’m afraid so."

"But she’s a wolf, she should have repaired herself," I argue, coming up with what I could for a reason to examine her limber body. To stroke her skin, feel her hair in between my fingers, and see her so up close and surreal.

"She didn’t repair herself thats the thing," Amber looks at me for a brief second before looking back down to the ground, "every werewolf can, she didnt. She might not be a werewolf...at all, she might be something entirely different. There are some things that don’t add up about her." She admits unwillingly to me, with her eyes still glued to the floor.

"What?" I ask with an edge of steel sharpness, she winces as the engraving pains of my words slice her open."She’s a werewolf, just like you and just like me. There can’t be a in between." I tell her forcefully, with my quivering scared heart whimpering, begging me, to just go sit next to the girl and hold her unknown body in my arms. If she was awake and lucid I would hold her, promise her I’d never leave her, protect her, honor her, and then I would kiss her lightly. My heart sighs, but she isn’t awake, she isn’t healthy, and she isn’t ready for any of that. From where I stood, outside the door I can already tell she has no strength, and her life is just holding on by a few threads.

Amber lifts her chin up to me and crosses her arms, "There’s something wrong with her." She says bluntly, knowing that was the only way I was going to accept it. Her words hit me, and slam right up against my insides.

'Something’s wrong.' a voice in my head whispers stupidly. Everything is put on hold, my breathing stops, my heartbeats stops, the blood coursing threw my body stops, every movement stops.

"What?" I ask breathlessly, all the air evaporating out of my lungs.

Amber closes her eyes for a few seconds and opens them again, "There’s a few things you should see for yourself." She whispers. I'm silently led into the dimly lit room, with dark unexplored eerie corners.

I’m held captive by the girl in the bed underneath the thin paper white sheets. My mind wonders how her hot skin would feel pressed up against mine, if I were under those sheets with her. I wonder wither her lips were rose petal soft, how her long legs would feel wrapped around me, and what she tastes like.

A corner of my mouth tugs up, as I think about how her voice probably sounds like flowing water, and how she might say my name, and the low call of her moaning at night.

Wither she was affectionate, resilient, stubborn, shy, rebellious, sincere, compassionate or jealous. I smile down at her face, and I know that she’s all of that mixed together in one perfectly beautiful, sexy person.