[✔] Unknown (boyxboy werewolf)

(M) Chapter 9. Losing Control

*AUTHOR'S WARNING: This chapter contains graphic violence and non-consensual sexual acts. It is NOT written to encourage such acts. This story is purely fiction. Reader's discretion is advised.

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_present time_

Closely... listening to the sounds of the dead leaves scraping the ground as wind blows them slowly away... the wind brings shudder to his skin. He shakes a little from the coldness. He stares up at the sky. Light is slowly leaving the sky... but it is at this moment of time when it is most beautiful. The sky seems to hold a battle between the light and the dark. The dark is winning. And the orange and blue colors of the sky are probably the color of blood sheds from the light as it is wounded and slowly dying. Dominic smiles... What an awful thought he has. Is it not light that supposed to win? Why let darkness controls the night? He asked questions. But he could not think of the answers...

He then heard a creak coming from the porch and saw Micah standing there. How long has he been standing there? Dominic wonders. But he didn't ask. They only kept looking into each other's eyes for quite an amount of time. Each wondering what the other is thinking... And like the battle in the sky, each has no answer as to what the other is thinking. And now Dominic realizes that Micah is wearing a thin piece of clothing out in the cold Autumn air. He doesn't seem to be bothered by the coldness at all. Can that spark up a conversation? He thought. It might. "Are you not cold?" Dominic asked.

Micah only smirks at the question. He didn't answer. He only keeps on looking into Dominic's eyes. It appears to be a meaningful look but Dominic can't quite understand what it means so he only looks away. He can feel his heart is beating faster. Is he scared or is he tempted? He wonders... But tempted of what? "I'm out for a hunt," he then heard Micah said. He meant to ask what Micah means with the word 'hunt' but he holds the question back in. He just watches him leave; looking intensely at his figure as it slowly shrinks away into the distance. He feels an ache in his heart now. Micah Stantleton... his best friend... is no more, right?

He shakes the thought off of his head and walks slowly inside his house, closing the door and locks it. Then, an awful amount of pain weights his heart as he sunk low to the ground, sliding his back against the door. He remembers the night Micah was 'killed'. I was supposed to keep on looking for him, he thought. I was supposed to save him, he thought again. A whimper escapes his mouth and he hung his head low. Tears stream down from his eyes. He feels lost. He lost the one he loves...

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A creepy distorted haunting voice... the same one from before... It's calling him out again. This must be the same dream. But if this is a dream, why can't he see anything? He is blanketed by total darkness...

Dominic...

Mine...

Dominic...

The voice called. The voice keeps on calling him from deep within the darkness. And the sound of the voice is getting closer... and closer... and closer... it's here.

Eyes wide opened in surprise, Dominic realizes he is panting like he had just got back from a long jog. He looks around at the same blue color which is synonym to his room. He feels relieved. But then he heard sounds coming from the other room. The room next to him... He then wonders. Is Micah back? No... is that 'monster' back? Curiosity has its price, isn't so? But Dominic can't help it. So, he gets up from his bed, still feeling a little daze and sleepy, and walks to the next room.

He gasps in horror at the sight in front of him. It's Micah... all bloodied! All the way from his head to his toe! Blood is everywhere! Even on the floor of the room! And like a lazy relax cat, he is licking his fingers and palms. There's a hint of a smile at the end of his lips... as if he's enjoying that very taste of blood. Dominic feels his stomach tighten and lets out a sick sound from his mouth. Wrong move... Now, Micah's eyes are on him. Devious and evil-looking... but yet... charming... in an unfriendly way.