I turned around and headed back to my room. But I wasn't going to stay. I was going to pack up a few things, and then I was going to leave. I'd live in the wild if I had to, because I wasn't going to stay at Moone's place, and going back to my own freaking home wasn't an option because of Moone and his stupid freaking machine. As I walked into my room, I wanted to bang my head against a wall and curse Moone's name until my voice was raw and until he was dead.
I wanted him dead so badly, and I could feel my hands balling up into fists as I looked for a bag. There was a bag propped up against the wall, and it was filled with blankets, energy bars, and quite a few other things needed for wilderness survival. I could see a pocket knife in one of the bag's pouches, and I grabbed it, not sure what I'd encounter during my escape. I also grabbed a couple of soaps from the bathroom, along with a hair brush - which I was absolutely sure that I would need.
I then zipped up my backpack. I was ready. I hauled the heavy backpack onto my back, then made sure that I had everything. I did. I grasped my knife until my knuckles turned white, adrenaline pulsing through my veins as I opened the door. I could feel my tail dragging across the floor as I walked, and I hated it. It was just a show of how much of a freak I was. Because of Moone, I'd never return home. So, I needed to make a new home for myself somewhere out in the wild.
Nobody seemed to notice me as I slipped out the door. Or maybe it was that nobody cared where I went. I was a freak, after all. The world didn't care about freaks. I pushed back tears as I pushed into the wilderness, finding a small bit of comfort in the nature that surrounded me.
I still held my knife firmly in my right hand, the blade out and ready to cut through the flesh of anybody who dared attack me. I was stronger than them, and more powerful, too. Anybody who attacked me wouldn't stand a chance. Hadn't Moone said that my power signature - whatever that was - was more powerful that it should've been?
Yes, he had. He had said that he had no idea why it had happened, but that I was, in fact, extremely powerful. And that metal man hadn't believed that I had been newly turned when he had first seen me. So I was strong. Maybe I was even stronger than Moone, and if I was... If I was stronger than Moone, then I could show him how badly he had hurt me on the inside. He wouldn't dare to mess with me again.
My thoughts kept me occupied as I trekked through the forest, nearly as silent as I had been as a lion. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I was a freak who was part human, part lion, and all anger. I grinned, proud of myself for the mental remark, before going back to my angry, gonna-murder-Moone thoughts.
I didn't keep track of how long I walked for, but when I looked up at the sky, I could see the rising sun. It didn't surprise me that I had let so much time escape me. Whenever I got stressed or angry, my mind would always just go blank and numb. After looking it up, I discovered that it was actually a coping tactic for those who were stressed, and a regular defense mechanism. Well, I was stressed, so it made plenty of sense, now didn't it?
I could feel and hear my stomach growl, so I decided to stop. Plopping down onto the cold, hard ground, I took my backpack off and zipped it open. I had a small package full of energy bars, and even though I felt really hungry, I decided to only take one. When I took the bar out, I saw a sticky note with a message on it.
'Dear Lion-Girl,
I know that what Moone did really irritated you. What ended up happening to me wasn't pleasant either. I figured that you might need to go and cool off, so I packed this bag for you so that you wouldn't head out unprepared. There are enough supplies to last you a week or two, and more if you hunt. Don't stay out too long. When you come back, we'll welcome you with open arms. Don't go off and get yourself killed, alright?
-A Friend'
I put the note back with a chuckle. Lion-girl. That's what they had called me. I didn't really mind it, though. In all honestly, it had a nice little ring to it. I took the wrapper off of the energy bar and enjoyed my small little meal. Afterwards, I stuffed the annoyingly sticky wrapper into the bag before heading out into the forest again.
As I allowed my mind to wander, I wondered if it was possible for me to shift into lion form again. Moone - that jerk - had said that it was possible, but with the complications of my transformation back to human form, and the fact that Moone was only describable by swears, I wasn't sure. You better believe that I didn't want to find out.
I could smell a peculiar smell drifting across the air all of a sudden, but I paid it no mind as I made my way through thick brambles and fallen tree branches. I was still angry at Moone, and I was still going to get my revenge. I was still going to attack him and make him pay. But I'd need to figure out how the whole lion thing worked, first.
All of a sudden, a voice whispered from the thickest parts of the undergrowth. "Join us. You are worthy." It had croaked.
