The Werewolf and his Friend

Looking for something?

"Looking for something?" Xero asked, voice laced with malice and utter smugness, as he held up a small, blue bottle of life saving drugs. "Sooner or later you're going to have to stop fighting it." he said.

I pick later.

"Xero, I need them now! You don't understand!" I jumped forward as I felt my stomach spring like a godamn trampoline inside me and my heart race frantically like a rabbit.

I knew something wasn't quite right before but I didn't expect this.

I looked down at my watch checking the remaining time. About ten minutes too late. Noticing my movement, he also glanced at his wrist.

"Ohh, but I do understand. And look at the time, it's almost 9:00."

"No!" I screamed clutching my stomach pushing forward, but too weak to stand.

"Please! Before they come back." even tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb could tell by now that they lost the prey and the thrill of the hunt had wasted away.

"So, how many do you take of these a night? Well, judging by the stack of them under your bunk, I would say... a lot." he mocked, answering his own God damn question. Just to piss me off. God damn. God damn. God damn.
"... Please, just give them to me!"
"Come on werewolf boy, beg for them."
I fell on my knees. Not for him, but for the pain. It had been a long time since this last actually happened, I spent most of my life trying to avoid moments like these. Besides there was no point begging for them back. Not now. It was too late. And I would never beg for that loathsome son-of-a-bitch anyway. Not like the mutt he described me as.

A sudden, new thought lingered in my mind. When team Wilder got a reading of my new state, they'd come. And I'd be as good as dead. Even my partner, Silver, could... She has a knack for finding werewolves.

Even if for long time there has been one sitting right under her nose and she couldn't detect it.

Sweat trickled down my head as my stubble turned thick. Slowly that hair crawled up my cheeks and down my neck. My muscles expanded and I felt everything just--gahh... So much pain. I glanced down at the gun I had dropped without even realising it.

A few seconds for thoughts and I tried reaching out for it, my limps shaking and snapping. My bones ached. My muscles constricting and expanding constantly.

I would rather die.

Xero being the receptive bitch he is must have noticed this. He kicked the gun into the bush. An empty cry escaped my changing jaws.

The veins that covered my body were bulging. The cut on my neck was poring like someone poked a hole in a blood bag. I was sweating intensely from every pore of my skin.

I glaced again at the bush, eyes darting uncontrolablly.

Too far. Too hard.

My heart was racing, it was bumping blood around at an extremely alarming rate. If Xero didn't kill me I'd surely have a heart attack.

I screamed but it was on the borderline of human and something deadly.

Judging by the smirk on Xero's face, I assume he enjoyed the show this. Fuck his apathy.

My mind was rapidly slipping. Thoughts that were not my own overthrew them. Jokes that would have applied no longer made any sesne.
"Good boy, now drop!"

I was lying flat on the floor, my arms close in beside to my bare chest.

The mind next to mine was crazy it wanted to kill me, to destroy my flesh, spread my blood over his teeth.

I could just imagine how bad a look it would have been. It was amusing to him to see me crying on the floor and mumbling an empty plea, even though I knew that it was already too late...

When I clawed myself in the chest and saw black I knew all I could do now was hope for the impossible...