The Dark Side of the Moon

Chapter 3: Kyle

-Kyle’s P.O.V-

My powerful body rippled with energy and excitement as I chased after the human, muscles and limbs all working together as one to create the incredible speed I was experiencing. The girl ran in front of me emitting a high pitched wail that was very discomforting to my highly tuned ears, but the thought of the kill kept me tailing her footsteps. Nipping at her heels was like a game, watching her jerky movements as she speed up a notch, but then slowed down a little again because of the lack of energy humans possessed.

The game was becoming tedious however, and I didn’t want anything more than to just stop her incessant noise-making. With a final lunge I nipped her at the ankle and she tumbled to the ground like a frail leaf, falling in a heap and sobbing into the dirt. Her blood filled my mouth and I went into a crazed state, furiously sniffing the wound and opening it further with my canines. She just tasted so good. I sank my teeth into her belly and clamped my jaws down, tugging her about in the fashion that a dog would to a rope. All my senses were in overdrive and my instincts were in full control of all my actions.

My ear twitched, disrupted by a slight humming noise. It was getting louder, and my instincts told me to run, but I couldn’t leave my kill. My claws raked along her skin like a knife through butter as I towered on top of her, staking my claim on this prize to the unseen threat. Nobody could take this away from me.

Blinding lights flashed directly into my eyes, accompanying the louder hum nearby. The sound of footsteps and the click of something metallic sounded, alarming my brain. It was as if in a past life I would have easily recognized what the threat was, but my more primal, wolf instincts could only growl at the intruder. A blast sizzled the air and searing pain penetrated my right shoulder. A yelp sounded through my bared teeth as the pain flooded into me, and I growled deeply. Leaving my kill was hard to do, but I needed to take care of this intruder.

I lunged at the spot where I could smell the other human from and connected solidly with his body. We both tumbled to the floor and his hands barely held me at an arm’s length, preventing my snapping teeth from snagging him. My body was fuelled by rage now, and I head butted his hands away, barrelling into him once more. My claws were fully extended and I let loose all my anger on him, sending wound after wound his way, all the while struggling to ignore the painful throb in my injured shoulder.

I heard the bang right before I actually felt it, and the force of the attack rendered me helpless. It sounded again and something too fast to be seen buried itself into my flesh once again. It was pure agony, and I howled out to the moon in pain.

Voices were heard, more than one and an annoyed growling coming from a human. My ears were flattened against my skull and my teeth were bared as blood seeped into my fur. The pain of past wounds and dried blood coated in my pelt was nothing compared to this new mystery. My head was spinning and my eyesight was quickly turning fuzzy, so I fled the scene. My paws pattered against the ground but the faster I ran, the harder it became to see. My vision blackened for a moment and I freaked, slamming into a tree by accident.

As my body thudded against the earth, I could only hope that I was far enough away from the monsters that did this to me, or there’d be worse things to come.

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Sunlight burst into the clearing, assaulting my closed eyelids and awakening my dreaming body. My eyes flickered open at will and sunlight blocked out all scenery for a moment, but when it returned I lay puzzled.

Trees scattered around me and softly packed earth lay beneath my body. I tried to move my shoulder to get up, but a sharp pain invited me to stay still instead. Turning my head was possible without complications, so I assessed my shoulder wound. Dried blood caked around the deep hole that was embedded into my shoulder, and fresh amounts of it was still seeping out slowly. Small aches and pains littered my body, but most of them were fully healed and just needed a day’s rest.

Then I felt the other agonizing cuts. I instantly recognized both of them to be bullet wounds, identical to the one in my shoulder. One was decorating my lower abdomen and the other was slightly higher on my chest. My head still felt faint, but if it wasn’t for my oddly supernatural healing I would surely be dead.

I lay as bare as the day I was born, alone in the dark reaches of the forest. From past experience, I had already discovered that last night had been a shift, but what had happened I wasn’t so sure of. My brain’s memory of last night was lacking to say the least, as if I were trying to complete a puzzle with only half the pieces to work with. Careful not to make any sudden movements, I slowly stood up and kept my shoulder and chest as rigid as possible. Black spots covered my vision with the sudden pain as I moved the wrong way and I winced, leaning on a spruce for support.

Ouch.

I needed medical attention, and fast. Hobbling out of the forest took some time, but finding clothes was a little harder. I couldn’t exactly walk down the street naked and ask a neighbour if they had any clothing to spare.

My prayers were answered in the form of an outdoor washing line. Hung up neatly in rows was lady’s and men’s garments, but a pair of black pants and a grey shirt was all that was needed. It felt horrible stealing from a poor old family’s washing line, but it needed to be done.

It took at least half an hour to slowly manage my way over to my shabby, rented apartment but when I got there I was severely woozy from loss of blood. I tripped into the bathroom and gripped the chipped sink for support while my hands rummaged around in the drawers for tweezers.

Once I found them I had the excruciating job of removing the bullets from my rapidly healing body, or else it would heal over with them still inside and that would lead to a bad infection to say the least. I gritted my teeth and stabbed the metal into my wound, resisting the urge to cry out in pain. Fumbling around for the hard surface of the bullet, I was sure I had inflicted major damage to the inside of my body by the time I found the rounded weapon of torture.

One down, two more to go. The process was repeated twice more, and at the end of it I collapsed onto the grubby, tiled floor of the bathroom. My wounds were freshly reopened, but at least now they could heal over without complications. Because I had tended to them quickly, they were unlikely to scar, and within days the skin should be smooth and as good as new.

My head rested against the cold wall and I silently cursed the man that did this to me, the man that ruined my life straight from the age of seventeen. But the last thought that ran through my mind before I blacked out from unconsciousness, was to find out what happened last night; because everyone knew that bullets didn’t just appear in your body, they had to get there by a gun, and why someone would shoot me was beyond my understanding right now.

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