Midnight Massacre

Chapter 2

My insanity was taking the best of me. I tried to use some battle tactics that I learned with my wings to kill them. But it never worked...they were always prepared. 

It went on like this until I turned 18. I was done with being used like this. So one night...I snapped. I turned fully insane, my long claws leaving scratch marks on my cell walls. My insanity combined with my wolf instincts, and I couldn't even control my body anymore. 

Using the darkness around me, I turned into a shadow, traveling through it to where the doctors and scientists were all gathered. I shut down all of their computers and devices, to give them a little fright. Then I shut off all of their lights, the moonlight being the only source coming from the big windows at the top of the walls.

Using the darkness left in the room as a cover up, I howled, my voice echoing around them, giggling at their frightened faces. They looked around, terrified, trying to figure out what was going on. And then...they heard it..."AHHH!" The scream of my first victim, followed by a loud stabbing noise, and then the sound of a body falling limply onto the ground.

Gasps were heard from parts of the experimenting chamber, as people started trying to get out, sadly figuring out that all of the the possible exits were locked. "AH!" "AHHH!!" Two more screams were heard, both male and female, as I killed the two doctors.

I decided to have some fun, and turned back into human form in the middle of the crowd, making an insane smile, clutching a bloody knife in my right hand. Everyone gasped, and moved away a couple steps, forming a big circle around me. "Ah!" "It's her!" Two people said, one of them pointing their finger towards me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?! Have you lost your mind?!" Said on of the doctors, whom I recognized to be my most hated one, which I scowled at, as he started to walk towards me stopping in front of me. "Huh?! Answer me!" He said, spitting into my face. I looked up and glared into his eyes, stabbing him in the chest, right where his heart is. He gasps, as I turned the knife slightly, making some blood run down his lab coat, and pulled out the knife, his heart on the end. He falls to the floor, face-first, my eyes following his body as it plopped onto the floor, lifeless...