The Sun Awaits [Short Story]

Chapter 3: Wolf Bait

I wake up to the sound of scraping metal, which isn't ever a good sound. I sit up slowly and shake the crystal around my neck, letting it cast a green glow throughout the building around me. The world outside is still dark and the floodlights have yet to turn on, so I'm glad that it's not just me, the dark, and the creature scraping at the building above me, my crystal will provide at least some 'hope' so that the beast wont sneak up on me and cause a short and painful death. I hear a small growl, and practically stop breathing. The only thing going through my head is the thought of a werewolf ripping me to shreds.

I rarely encounter these kinds of creatures this far off the ground, however far off the ground I am that is. And if I ever do find one of them on my journey, my small build and great agility allow for an easy, quick escape. But from the looks of this building, the only escape is upwards, towards the creature that awaits my flesh, or breaking through a window and making a great attempt to jump to the building below me.

My choices are limited, and it won't take long for the werewolf to catch my scent. I decide to take the more daring route, and I start slowly, and quietly walking up the stairs. I tuck the crystal into my hoodie, -to stay hidden- and reach the top, "Is it gone?" I ask myself, hoping that nothing is there. I peek my head out, and quickly crouch as fast as I can, when I hear the scraping again.

I hear a pounding sound as the animal bounds over to me, its paws firmly grazing the metal surface as it makes its way over to me. I knew it. This is it. I'm ready to die, my mission failed, everything I knew and loved... gone. If I become a ghost, would I be able to just fly up to the sun? No. I'd disappear.

I snap back into reality. In about three seconds I'd be wolf-bait if I didn't make a move. Well, I would if I could that is. I'm practically frozen here, lost in my own thoughts of dying. I breathe faster as the sound gets closer, 3.. 2.. 1.. the creatures' sounds fade and something lands on my chest with a thump. I open my eyes to face a fairly small werewolf, maybe around the size of a dog. There is no use doing anything now, probably since its mother is near. The werewolf opens its mouth and is probably preparing a full course meal for him and his mother. All I can think of is: No matter how hurt, bloody, and sore I am.. The Sun Still Waits.