THE CERBERUS (paranorman mpreg)

Corey was behind this!?

Norman's pov

                             

 I woke with a start that night, it was dark and unnecessarily warm in the large yet lavish room. I could feel soft material beneath me, my skin was touching smooth and lavish silk.

I could hear voices at my left and my entire body felt cold, I was naked and vulnerable. The room was so warm and the air was humid yet oddly comforting at the same time.

Every breath I took was a mistake in my opinion considering I was completely clueless on where I was at the moment. I could taste the last meal I had ever eaten in the back of my throat, it held a metallic tang to it and a pinch of chocolate.

But instead of being pleasurable it was absolutely sickening. My stomach churned at the thought of an unknown poison making its way through my body, and I almost emptied the contents of my stomach on those warm, soft, silk sheets.

 I whimpered as I tried to open my eyes but they were heavy, so were my limbs, they felt like lead and my head was pounding.

I could barely feel my toes as I lye there, immune to the outside world completely and hoping that I could have some alone time to myself.

Apparently my prayers had been answered when I asked to lost my sense of feeling.

I could still hear the conversation going on at my side and it was a little more intense than I remembered. My brain was fading in and out and I was on the brink of unconsciousness again, I could feel myself drifting away and at the same time I could feel nothing at all.

I was intrigued with what was happening outside of the room I was in, the voices were muffles so I knew I was inside of a room- even though I couldn't see. It was- and I quote 'damn near below zero outside' as I always said.

Most of the voices were male, some of them were angry yet hushed. I wondered if they were talking about me. I wasn't really an important subject and I needed no round of applause for existing like others think I should, I was absolutely no one special. but I was curious- and curiosity killed the cat.

I wasn't worried about death at the moment though so I listened in closely to what they had to say about me anyway...

"The prince will be home soon, what were his orders on the human?" An older female voice said.

yep- I knew they couldn't be just humans and I knew fate had such a sick sense of humor when it came to picking the events in my life.

I wish I could move my face at least, let myself get a breath of fresh air and calm my nerves with a warm cup of tea at the most. Some people say they wouldn't be surprised if I started smoking crack- better yet crystal meth with all the stress I go through on a daily.

I hadn't seen Corey in ages now and then right when I thought he was close to coming back I get kidnapped by a pack of psycho werewolves that think I'm their queen or something. I mean come on I am a 16 year old boy with the dream of becoming normal when I was suppose to be dreaming about being extraordinary.

How many kids do you know that could go walking around the world saying 'oh I saved the world more than once' and didn't even attempt to be put in a mental hospital?

But all of that comes with perks- I haven't seen my boyfriend Corey since we talked about self harm and had tell my parents about it. With only the blade incident left in my head I think back to the days when I was genuinely happy, preferably my first time.