His Twisted Mind

The Enigma.

^pack house

Two- Enigma

I listen to the sound of footsteps exiting the room then return my focus to the steady heartbeat of the werewolf holding me. The guy named Colin handed a blanket to Kyson who then wrapped the fabric around me before standing up with me cradled in his arms. If I wasn't so incredibly weak I'd probably ask where we were headed, but I figured that whether it be a silver table or the cement floor anywhere would better than my hallucination.

I wonder how long it's taken me to break? I mean, surly it's been at least a year that I've been in the so called cellar? Maybe the Night Drinkers have found a new way to torture me, by letting me go and then snatching me up again? If this is the real outside world and not just in my head then I don't have too much hope.

The dark gooey feeling in my gut returns. Did I get cut open again? I can feel my hands clench but I can't un-flex them and anticipation starts to seep through my pores. Is this... disgust? Maybe it's my healing process kicking in? Its been so long since I could distinguish between my feelings other than pain, stress, and fear that now I'm even more unsure of what to call the feelings I have.

I feel the arms around me shift so that only one is supporting me. I glance up and watch Kyson's face hold the same expression as he opens a door. Feeling my gaze he looks down at me and gives a small smile that radiates such kindness that I'm reminded of my mother's smile that she used to wear. The memory disappears quickly, and I continue to watch the boy as he shuts the door behind him then proceeds to walk into another room before once again shutting a door.

"Can I ask why you keep staring at me?" Kyson asks softly as he sets me down on a cool surface. I do my best to balance myself as he slowly let's go and moves back a bit.

"Am... am I not allowed to look?" I ask, my eyes shutting on there own accord due to habit. I guess there are rules even when hallucinating.

"No, you are, I was just wondering why you were. You can open your eyes Enigma, you can look where ever you please." At this, I reopen my eyes and look about the room. Blue walls, white marble floors, a toilet, a bathtub, and what I'm sitting on must be a counter with a sink. I remember the bathroom I had in my house as a kid, except it was smaller and the colors were shades of pink rather than blue.

I turn my head, not feeling any pain- more discomfort than anything- and almost fall off the counter. The mirror behind me showed my reflection. Not having seen what I looked like since I was a kid causes an audible gasp escapes me and I quiver in fear.

I look like them. Was that thing even me? Caked in blood, matted hair, and everything that screamed surly I had become a ghoul too. I stared at my reflection for so long, and I was so distracted by it that I didn't even notice my impending doom. Kyson grabbed a hold of my body and lifted me off the counter to the floor. On my feet I could barely stand, shaking like a new born horse. My bones that had healed themselves quickly even past the re-breaking at the doctors hands could barely maintain my weight. I was then separated from the blanket as it fell to the floor. With a spilt second passing, Kyson once again picked me up and carried me to the tub.

Without a thought, I resisted instantly. "Nononononono," I cried, my claws pinching into his back as I wrapped my arms around him. My heart sped up and I could feel panic setting in. Kyson started running a soothing hand up and down my back avoiding the thread that held my skin together.