The Mad House

Prologue 2: Immortality

The insane asylum. Those words echoed in Wolfiy's mind as she sat in the corner of her room. It was like a dungeon, there were metal bars in the window and metal walls. Every night, at eight o' clock, the lights would go out; leaving her in darkness.

The Insane Asylum. That is where she was for an entire week. She was locked up that room. She would refuse to move from the spot she was in. She didn't eat nor did she drink. She laid there in the darkest corner of the room, repeating the words 'Insane Asylum'. Weather it was out loud, in a whisper, or in her mind. When she slept, the words repeated like a chant.

Yet, she never sang. Even on the darkest nights when she thought that she was going insane by all of the fear, she never sang the words, nor thought of them. Just like she promised herself.

She could feel it. It was like fingers reaching out to grab her. It was like a shadow that covered her spirit with utter darkness. It made her shiver hard, every time she saw a glimpse of the moon. Yet, it wasn't the moon, nor the darkness she was left alone in for many nights. It was something that she had felt before. Black. Pitch black. She felt it take her heart every night, and every night she felt a little more insane.

A week turned into two weeks, then two weeks turned into a month. Every time she slept, she expected to never awake. Yet, she woke. Her body was thin and her hair had fallen out in chunks, all that was left was a thin coat of brown fur.

A month felt like forever, she thought everyone forgot about her. But after exactly a month's time, the door of her dungeon opened and a great black wolf walked in. Wolfiy didn't give him so much as a glance.

“A month without any food and water, yet your still breathing,” the great deep voice said. A smile crept across Wolfiy's face.

“And your point is?”

“Most pups would've died without food or water after about two and a half weeks.” Wolfiy weakly sat up and stared at the wolf with a murderous look and said nothing.

“Are you ready to come out?” The Great Wolf finally asked, but Wolfiy just stared back at him.

“Fine then. How long do you want to stay in here?” Once again Wolfiy didn't answer. The he saw something; Wolfiy's light blue eyes flashed red. A blood red. The black wolf stepped back and his fur bristled on his back.

“You will remain in solitary until you can control yourself,” he said realizing what just happened. He walked out, leaving the little she-pup in the dark. Alone.

Years passed and Wolfiy became more insane by the day. Her brown fur even showed it when it became darker. She would giggle insanely to herself.

The moon shown through the window one night. She was no longer a pup, yet not fully grown. Her brown fur was darker then ever, especially in her soul. She looked up at the moon, suddenly attracted to it. Wolfiy got up and stepped into it's light, but backed away quickly, blinking fast. It was too bright for her, even though it was just a dim sliver. She sat on the edge of the light, staring down at it.

“What do you think it is?” A creepy voice said to her.

“It's a light,” Wolfiy responded. The creepy voice cackled.

“Light?! No wonder we couldn't stand in it,” the voice growled. Wolfiy stared at it, letting it sink in.

“It's moon light.”

“Moonlight?”

“Yes. My moon light. I sang under it, remember?” The voice growled deep in her chest, making her shiver.

“Keeping me locked up. I like it better when you aren’t singing!” She smiled, showing sharp fang-like teeth, and giggled. Wolfiy didn't speak, she wanted to sing, disparately, but she promised not to.