Moonlight Sonata

CHAPTER 3| things that go bump in the night

The sun held no mercy as it began its climax into the horizon. The light seeping through the windows of the young doctor's living quarters.

Morgan felt the heaviness of her eyelids as she opened them. The previous night seemed to almost be a blur of surreal memories. But tragedy and anxiety struck, as Morgan racked her brain for some support in the situation. She was an adult, a smart adult at that, causing her to simply tell the police and fellow doctors that they were reaching outside their comfort zone by studying the body of an animal. And it turned out to be alive. Morgan had been embarrassed to say the least. Although it had been a long stretch from believable, The helpless doctor and nurse could only hope for the best.

Morgan reached a long tired arm back, and rubbed her strained muscles. If she only could have gotten her notes and samples. Something about this miraculous event, fired a deep curiosity rather than fear.

Morgan allowed her eyes to skim past all of the scattered paperwork and open laptop, which she had tirelessly searched on most of the night.

She closed her eyes momentarily, recapping all the images from the autopsy. The wolf. The man. The eyes.

Morgan was far from ungrateful for her photographic memory now. Searching through all her memories, she could imagine the crisp white paper with some of the scribbles. Putting bits and pieces together, Morgan was unsuccessful.

A knock resounded against the front oak door, intruding among Morgan's pondering.

She stretched her legs and arms, before shuffling to the door and opening it.

Mary stood tensely behind it, her eyes downcast and straight gold hair pulled in a loose ponytail.

" Mary! Come in."

The young girl stepped inside, almost nervously and unsure. Morgan knew why, and did not have to assume.

" I was hoping you would show up today," said Morgan as she attempted to straighten her couch from all of the disaster of papers. " Are you doing alright?"

Mary pursed her lips, pushing her black rimmed glasses further up her nose. Morgan then noticed the three dark books in her arm.

" What is that?" Morgan pointed curiously to the bindings.

" These are some books I picked up this morning at the library. I thought they might - um - help," Mary cleared her throat, setting them on the small coffee table, while taking a seat.

Morgan regarded the old covers carefully, before focusing back on Mary, who had her bottom lip between her teeth.

" Werewolves?" Morgan questioned.

" What other evidence do we have, Morgan? Look..."

Mary opened the biggest book and scrolled through it mercilessly, before She placed a long slender finger on a small paragraph.

" It says; 'A man that turns to beast by manipulation of his bones.' And here-" Mary jabbed a finger at another sentence. " Those cursed by the moon, become half wolf and half human."

Morgan retreated, shaking her head. All that Mary was saying made complete sense. But Morgan could not possibly believe something she didn't understand. It went against all that she did.

" No Mary. It's not- It's not possible."

Mary glowered at Morgan, fatigued and exasperated by all that she endured in 24 hours.

" You can't possibly not believe it, Morgan. We witnessed it with our own eyes!" Mary exclaimed.

Morgan remained silent. Thinking. What proof was there that could say that werewolves didn't exist? They could be in hiding all this time. But why would one be sent to the morgue?

" Morgan. This is beyond our expertise. Beyond your expertise or anyone's for this matter. If people find this out, it would be bad news." Mary studied her lead doctor's expression. " I just feel like this isn't a good idea to be involved in, okay?"

Morgan glanced at the book and the strange drawings scattered across it. It was a wolf and a man. Morgan then recalled the unbelievable healing structure of the wolf-man's cells.

" Alright, Mary. Let's just forget about all this."

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The thirst of curiosity was unquenchable, and Morgan found herself in utter restlessness that evening. Searching tirelessly through as much information she could gain, Morgan was unable to forget what had transpired the previous night.

As the sun began its descent back behind the horizon and the moon was faded in the sunset, papers and the sound of typing fingers was all that was heard throughout the small living room. Morgan had only one explanation in the theory of science and that was how she was going to figure this out. The cells of the creature were amazing. It seemed like they healed every time an injury was placed upon that body part. And as the concerned young nurse had said, it was beyond what Morgan could explain. Her mind was tricking her into believing that werewolves existed. She was nearly sure of it now though, and she almost wanted to give in to the thoughts.

Morgan snatched a book from the table, which was cluttered with coffee cups and a container of opened raisins.

Morgan knew that Mary was afraid for both of them and only wanted the best, but Morgan was convinced she was doing the right thing as long as she did not cross any lines.

The pages were old and stained, covering some of the ink. Morgan concentrated on each paragraph of the werewolf section, before applying it with a scientific explanation.

The focused doctor looked up suddenly as a rap of knuckles hit the door.

Morgan straightened herself out, and opened the door.

A young man stood on her porch. An unfriendly look on his face. His dirty blonde hair was disheveled and fashionably messy. Dark blue wranglers covered his long legs, leading up to a fitting white tee, which outlined the muscles on his arms and lean figure.

Morgan cocked her head.

" Can I help you, young man?"

" No. In fact there is something I can help you with."

" I'm not sure I know what your talking about," Morgan exclaimed.

" The body you recently operated on... We want you to forget about all that you have seen. Continue with your profession without any of this," The young man's dark eyes pinpointed Morgan to her spot.

" I don't understand. Who is we?"

" That is not relevant. All you need to do is continue your life and forget about this."

" You know about the body? How?"

The young man shook his head.

" This is your only warning before we take the necessary precautions. I strongly suggest you take it."

" Are you threatening me?"

" Yes. It is better this way, please understand that," The man replied. " Good evening, Miss Cantrell."

And with only few words exchanged between the two, Morgan was dumbstruck as he disappeared in the oncoming darkness. Morgan stood with the door open to the night, surprised. Although her thoughts raced viciously through her brain, she registered one important thing.

The strange young man who was at her door seconds ago, was involved in this and possibly carrying the answers she needed.

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A/N

Hope you wonderful people are enjoying 'MS' so far.
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A.J