The Beast I Have Become

Chapter 13

        My pained leg falls under me, not being able to support my weight. I then hear the dreaded sound of a .45 caliber handgun. Don't ask me how I even know. By instinct, my body ignores the pain and I make my arms and legs scramble me into a run. I hear another shot but didn't get hit. I don't even know where I'm running, just away from here! I then suddenly stop, my body falling into a slide as momentum pushes me forward. I'm partially laying on my back, my elbows propping me up as I'm now face-to-face with a man holding a bulky handgun his face hidden in shadows. My breathing quickens and I immediately scramble in the other direction but stop short when I get .45 millimeters worth of bullet into my shoulder.
         "Aaaah!" I yell out through clenched teeth. Due to great amounts of blood loss and great amounts of pain, I become very weak and my vision starts to fade. I see the man look down upon me before I blackout.

***

I wake up, my leg and shoulder are super sore. I let my eyes adjust and find myself in some sort of basement maybe. There are no windows, and the cement walls radiate with cold, making the top layer of my skin a bit cool.
        "The wolf is awake," a rough voice comments. I adjust my glasses let my eyes focus on the figure. He's a tall man with a wide-shouldered build. He's got to be about six feet tall and has a bit of a gut, to be honest. I look and see the 45 cal in his pocket. I stand up and hear the jingling of chains. I look down and find my wrists and neck wrapped in metal manacles. I look back up at him and raise an eyebrow.
        "Are you serious? Manacles?" I ask, my arms froze the way I had them.
        "I'm not gonna let no wolf roam free 'round in my basement!" He says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He knows. I glare at him, my lip slightly pulled up to reveal my slightly pointier teeth. Ever since I became a werewolf, my teeth that change have become slightly pointier than they used to be.
        "And why am I here?" I growl, instinctively cocking my head a bit to the side. The man slowly paces back and forth as we speak.
        "Because of what you are," he says simply. "I want to see it. And that's why I'm so glad that tonight is the full moon." I flinch just a bit when he said 'full moon'. Instinctively as me being myself, I flip him off with a typical middle finger.
        "Go fuck yourself," I say. The man chuckles a bit.
        "Mmm," he says. "You've got some strong language on you, wolf. I'm liking that attitude." I growl and avert my eyes to the wall. My head is bent and my eyes looking up at him. I then feel my pocket. I forgot my phone at home. Oh, I'm so boned!
        After a whole day without eating (he's probably gonna enjoy it more with a starving werewolf), nighttime slowly comes, and I get into a very ill state. My skin is clammy, my hands are shaking, and I feel just like shit all over. I moan when another wave of squirming runs through my body. I hate the squirming so fucking much! It's so uncomfortable and hurts at the same damned time!
        "Ah," he says. "I'm just gonna eat in here, ya know? Give ya some company." I know exactly what the little son of a bitch is gonna do. He has a big steak on his plate, my mouth immediately watering. My mouth waters so much, that I've found myself drooling from time to time.
        "This is a good steak," he says. "Too bad you don't have none." I growl, the wolf clawing at its mental cage ferociously. The man only chuckles. I pull on my chains and snarl. "Ahh, that moons gettin' to ya. Here, let me help you out." The man sets his plate down on the wooden table that's down here and flips a big switch.
        Bang! Veeeeerrr. The moan of machinery at work, the sound easily echoing off of the concrete walls. I actually cringe a bit because of how terribly the sound grinds into my ears. Especially with my ears being more sensitive. I growl when it's done, the silence suddenly coming over. But I notice a light. It was a door moving. I huge door in the ceiling. You can see where this is going, can't you? Yep, through that metal ceiling door in the sky and the full fucking moon just barely starting to shine over me.
        "I hate you so fucking much!" I growl, my anger furiously spiking up to a raging boil. The man only smirks and finishes his steak. He throws the plate near me and it shatters very loudly. To me at least. I cringe and a shriek escapes my lips. I now smell e steak juice.
        "Yeah," the man says smugly. "I like my meat very juicy." I snarl, the meat seeming to make the transformation come faster. I don't recall ever being so angry on the same night of transforming. When the moon shines over, I get WAY hotter than usual. I'm already hot thanks to anger, plus the first signs of the transformation. My skin feels like a leather Eskimo coat being worn in the middle of 100-degree weather summer in LA. My face and body become moist with sweat as my body tries its best to cool off. I hastily remove my clothes, leaving on my jean for the sake of my privacy. If it was alone, I'd be stripping entirely. I look up and see the moon shining fully over me.
        "Rrrrrrgh!" I snarl, the squirming becoming one hundred times more uncomfortable than usual. Something is different this time. I can feel it. It's hasn't been this unbearable until now. I look at my shaking hands and see a dark thick layer of fur start to cover my body, the palm of my hands seem to have pads, maybe? Yep, definitely different. I feel my ears become big and pointed as they somehow appear almost up on top of my head. Blood gushes from my mouth as all of my teeth become sharp (the ones that usually change being the longest). I feel my body parts move way more than last time, my whole body seems to change.
        "Whoooo, ya!!!" The man cheers. "The whole package!" I become very angry again and pull the chains, my body actually starting to rip them from the ground. My thick layer of fur (my fur thick because my hair is thick) not helping with the heat at all. I feel my snout grow. I put my glasses in my pocket hastily, praying that they won't get crushed. I'm screaming the whole way through, the pain being the worst ever. I then get a headache. As the headache gradually becomes worse, my voice becomes a bit rougher and more of a roar. Then, all goes black.

***

I wake up with a moan. I taste blood in my mouth. I then open my eyes slowly and let them adjust the best they can without my glasses. Speaking of them, I grab them out of my pocket. They aren't as badly damaged as I thought. Only one lens is badly cracked. I put them on and let my eyes adjust only to find the chains still around my wrists and neck, but the chains aren't attached to the wall...   I look over and see the man lying there. He's very dead.
         Good, a voice growls in my head. That's for damn sure what he deserved. The other half thinks otherwise, but I just leave it at this. I leave, his house actually being a cabin or whatever in the woods. I use my old scent from last night to find my way, my senses still sharp since I have to transform for the second full moon tonight.
        But you still killed a man, my human conscious says to me. I feel the pained feeling of guilt in my heart. Everything's a mess and I don't think there is any print that I left behind except for maybe the manacles. I decide to take the manacles with me. I could probably use them. I look at the closed door. I sigh, drop the manacles, and use the man's dead hand to open it. I then drop the man's arm in disgust.
        "Ugh," I shiver. "I can't believe I just touched a dead body." I limp out, my leg and shoulder still a bit sore. I think the bullet is still in there. Ouch. I hope I didn't leave my blood on the floor. I don't have time to clean up, I need to get the hell out of here. I grab the manacles and leave. I then get tackled by Jack.
        "Mark!" He says happily. "Holy hell, man! I was so worried! I thought you died or something! Where've you been?! I got worried when I saw you didn't have your phone either."
        "I'll explain that at home," I reply hastily. "We need to get out of here." Jack follows along without question. When we get home, I put the manacles in the basement and come back up. I explain the story to Jack and how I ended up brutally murdering the man.
        "Not only that," I reply. "But something about my transformation was...different." Jack cocks his head and slightly raises and eyebrows, but then the lightbulb comes on.
        "What was different?" He asks.
        "It hurt WAY more than usual," I say, trying my best to recall the moments. "But I remember being SUPER angry. I grew thick fur all over my body. My ears grew, all of my teeth were pointier. Just...different."
         "I think I know what happened," Jack says. "You fully transformed. That was only the second third transformation. I think it was the anger. The anger must've pushed the wolf to its extreme level. Apparently, it gave the wolf a stronger surge of energy and pushed it to its max. The wolf seeing that it's tied down with manacles, it decided to become stronger. And I guess kill the man who is a danger to you."
         "Yeah," I reply. "Speaking of all of that, I think I still have bullets in me. The guy shot me in the leg, and when I tried to run he got my shoulder." Jack comes over and rips off the rest of the torn pants leg to inspect the wound. He tells me to lay down on my stomach. He gets some tweezers.
        "This is gonna hurt, lad," he warns. "Try not to kick me or move around too much." I take in a deep breath and give him a thumbs up. Let's just say that the pain was terrible. The feeling of those fucking tweezers digging into my leg meat was awful. Almost like when you feel the needle go into your arm, only that this is trying to grab a bullet from a still sore wound.
        "Rrrrgh!" I growl. "When are you gonna be done?!"
        "Just...a...second," Jack replies. Then sweet release comes to me. "Got it. Damn, pretty big bullet."
        ".45 caliber," I huff out, my body relaxed from my tense muscles.
        "Next is that shoulder," Jack says. I moan, now sitting up. Fresh pain comes to me again and I feel every muscle in my body become painfully tense. After about five whole agonizing minutes, Jack manages to get the son of a bitch out of me. Ugh, I'm just so tired. Jack grabs some bandages and whatever he needs and wraps up the wounds to keep them from bleeding all over. Jack helps me up and keeps a tight hold until he's sure that I can stand without falling over. I get my balance and stand. I just can't put too much pressure on it. I limp over and sit on the couch and sigh in relief.
        "Need anything?" Jack asks me. I shake my head. "Okie Dokie. I'll let you rest, but if you need anything, just tell me. I don't want you gettin' up alright?" I nod my head. I sit back and let my fans know what's going on, telling them that I have "bad ouchies" (which is mostly true by the way). I might upload a prerecorded video or something. I don't know yet.
        I live the day till night and ended up recorded some videos with Jack and trying my best not to move my injured limbs too much. It goes out great and we had a hell of a lot of fun. Until night came... then it all kinda went crashing down.