The Beast I Have Become

Chapter 16

Why are they doing this? It's already hard enough to hold back the wolf, and I don't think these chains are gonna be 100%. They're trying to piss me off apparently, they've never seen an angry wolf.
        "Stop," I growl as I feel my anger start to rise. "You don't know what you're doing! I could kill you all! I don't want to! Please!" They don't listen.
        "Aww," Black says. Apparently, he's alpha around here. "Is the little puppy threatening us? Oh, I'm so scared."
        "You should be," I snarl. I'm sitting down, all of my muscles tense. I'm trying to hold something back that I can't physically see. It's like trying to stop a ghost from going somewhere. You can't see them, nor can you just stick your hands up and stop them.
        "But I'm not," Black says. "I'm not afraid of the little puppy. You're just threatening us so that you can get away." I snarl as I start to get a dull throbbing headache. My vision goes a bit in and out of focus as the wolf tries to push through.
        "Stop!" I growl. "You don't know what you're getting into!" I'm surprised I can really talk with my longer mouth. It's a little mumbled and a little hard to understand, but they seem to figure it out.
        "Why should I?" He growls. I get as close as the chains will allow and snarl back.
        "Because..." I give a yank on one of the chains which makes a big bang since I quickly straightened it out. "These chains won't hold a mad wolf, kid." I growl as the headache gradually worsens. "You just better run. Rrrrgh! The wolf has already broken through, and my body doesn't have the physical strength to keep it back any longer." The head becomes worse. I snort and writhe in pain as the feeling of my head imploding which has got to be the worst feeling in the world that price experienced. I can really see the look on the boy's faces, but they probably aren't too happy. They're probably scared now.
         I hope they take my hint and run.

***

I wake up sometime during the day. I groan and slowly open my eyes. I taste blood in my mouth. That can't be a good thing. I cough as spit and probably blood fly out onto the ground.
         "Ugh," I groan again. I look around the best I can. It looks like I'm still in the basement because I'm still on concrete, not leaves or dirt. Also, it smells musty and like blood. I then remember my glasses and put them on. One lens is cracked. Dammit. I let my eyes focus before taking a look around. The boys are asleep and look safe. I then notice how one's breathing is fast. It isn't slow and steady like it usually would be when you're asleep. I see him cringing every now and then, apparently trying his best to appear sound asleep. It's the black haired kid.
        "Hey," I say loud enough for him to hear me. He flinches like he was going to turn his attention to me, but apparently decided otherwise and tried to be asleep again. "Hey, you. Black haired kid. I know you're awake. You can stop trying to pretend." He then seems to notice that he isn't gonna get out of this, so he turns to me. I then notice bloody bandages on his thigh. He's in a pair of boxers, one leg rolled up a bit for the bandages.
        Bloody Hell, I thought to myself. Please don't tell me I did that. I have a feeling like I did, but I can only hope, right?
        "Don't tell me I did that," I sigh. Blacky just kinda sheepishly looks at the other wall. "Dammit. Look, I'm sor-"
        "No!" He interrupts me abruptly. "It was my fault. I was the one who walked too close to you. I was a bit curious and I went over to get a closer look. I thought I measured out the length of the chains correctly, but apparently I didn't." He looks down at the floor, shame in his eyes.
        "N-no," I reply, trying to make the kid feel better. "It's alright. People make mistakes. I mean, I for sure wasn't a born werewolf. I was just out for a stroll in the woods when this happened." I lift my head a bit so that he can see the bite mark a little more.
        "But it is," he contradicts. "It's all my fault. I knew it wasn't really you. I knew that you had no control. Not only that, but I was the one who taunted you, to begin with. If I never would've taunted you, this never would've happened. I was curious."
        "Well," I reply. "Curiosity killed the cat," I say to him with a small shrug.
        "But satisfaction brought it back," Blacky says smartly. I can't argue with that.
        "Do the others know?" I ask while looking at the others, fast asleep.
        "Well duh," he replies as if it was obvious. "As if it wasn't obvious, I have a chain tied around my neck." He gives the chain collar a light tug. Oh, I actually didn't see that there. Blacky then falls on his side with a growl, his arms wrapped tightly around his torso.
        "Nrrgh," he whimpers. "It burns! The squirming. The burning. The pain. Make. It. Stop." He growls and rolls around as his teeth become a little pointier, his nails a little sharper, and his eyes blue eyes now shining a bright green filled with fear. The wolf is trying to come out. It must think that it's in danger of something.
        "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I say, now a little panicked. "Just calm down. Holy shit! Slow down your breathing. The wolf thinks you're in danger or something." I'm not sure why I said that, because he doesn't look like he's gonna calm down any time soon. I curse under my breath and go over to him and try to hold me down while he kinda squirms what looks to be uncontrollable. I wrap my strong arms around him and hold him down the best I can. I shush him like a little boy and try to calm him down without feeling like a gay guy. I have no problems with gay people, I'm just not gay. After about twenty whole minutes, he calms down.
        Where's Jack anyway? I ask myself as I go back to my place once to the boy is calm. I would've thought he'd find me by now. It's been almost a whole day. I hope he's fine. The bot and I talk about werewolves and I try my best to answer his questions based on what I've experienced and on what Jack has told me.
         "That's pretty understandable," he says in agreement. The others eventually wake up and go and make some breakfast.
         "We'll bring some down for you. Don't worry," Blondie says while they head up the stairs.
         "You aren't allergic to eggs are anything, right?" Hazel asks me before closing the door. I shake my head.
        "Just can't have any alcohol," I reply back. Hazel nods and heads out, closing the door with a light thunk. "What are you guys' names anyway? I just named you guys by your hair color really."
        "Well," he replies with a small smile. "My name is Dakota. The blonde one is James, the hazel one is Lucas, and the brunette is Dylan. Since we usually chill and actually live together (as friends), people call us the J. L. Double D."
        "Nice name, Dakota," I complement. "The name's Mark." We shake on it. The rest of the group come down in about five minutes to hand us our plates. They did pretty well. Eggs, bacon, and a hash brown. Yum.
        "Wow thanks," I say with my eyebrows raised. For a prisoner, I'm treated better than I should be. I better enjoy being treated like this while I can. The boys head up saying that they've got some things to do and that the kitchen needs to be cleaned.
        "Why did you guys basically kidnap me?" I ask Dakota while we eat. He shrugs and kinda looks away.
        "Well," he starts while eating some egg. "We've always wanted to see a werewolf in person. It's always been our thing, ya know? Well, while we were out, we found you. You were actually kinda scary and pretty damn intimidating. We thought you were gonna kill us, and also, we knew we wouldn't get away if we ran. We used some darts that we had and shot you with like, five." I raise my eyebrows.
        "We didn't know how many we needed to knock out a big alpha like you," he replies with a shrug. "I defiantly didn't think that one would do." I didn't think I was that big, I'm pretty small compared to the rest of my six-foot friends, not counting Jack of course.
        "When can I leave?" I ask noticing how I've been here for about a day. Dakota shrugs and eats his hash brown.
        "Today, I guess," he replies simply. "But if we let you go, I don't want you to call the cops on us. I mean, you make me a werewolf sucks enough. It burns like Hell and I feel like crap all of the time now."
        I leave that day and head home. I push Jack away tiredly and apologize. I tell, him that I'm in desperate need of a shower. I go ahead and take one and feel refreshed afterward. I answer the millions of questions that Jack has been dying to ask. He explained how he tried to find me, but had no luck. He said that my scent basically disappeared and led him nowhere. I make some videos with Jack and the next day decides to head back. He's only gonna stay for full moons.
      I stare up at the moon that night, thinking all the way of that Dakota kid. I hope he's alright.

Author's Note

Have you ever had writer's block and just wanted to bang your head against the wall? Yeah, that's me right now.😩