A twisted world

Hearing sudden shouts made my head jerk up, “Nikki what’s that noise?”

Glancing back to the 5 year old coloring I pat her head with a smile, “It is nothing to worry about, why don't you tell your mommy I'm leaving.” She nodded and I got up from the floor and left out the door quickly.

As I left the house and headed down the short dirt road I saw people surrounding something and there was loud shouts for the men to ‘kill it’ I could also hear roars. It must be a beast.

Rushing over I shoved past the men yelling for them to stop. Finally they quieted down enough for me to breathe, “You can’t kill it. They are still human.” I told them trying to convince them but they shouted against me.

Yelling I got their attention again, “What if it is your son, your daughter?’ my voice got softer as they quieted down, ‘what if it was your bother or your sister? They are not mindless beasts. We know that… they are frightened.” I told them with my back to the cage I hadn’t even looked into the cage yet.

“It could also be a scout to kill us all!” shouted a man getting many of the people to shout in agreement.

“Maybe,’ I yelled back, before talking normal, ‘why don't we just put him in a cell and wait for him to change back.”

They reluctantly agreed and I finally turned to see the beast they caught. The first thing that I noticed was the fur. It was black as night and covered in mud. Next I took in how big his size was. He was nearly the size of a horse lying down but he looked bigger than average. I could tell he was a guy by the junk that hung between his legs. He had bright blue eyes and another thing I quickly noted was the multiple gunshot wounds in his leg.

The men grabbed the bars reaching 5 feet from the cage and lifted him up to take him to the cell holding area. I watched as they took the beast away and strangely enough, the beast watched me.

Shaking my head I turned around to head home. When I got back I saw dad was already tense and stressed by a beast being inside these walls. He never really told us why he hated them so much. When I said us I mean my sister and I. I being 17 was the oldest, while jenny was 12. I think dad started hating beast more when mom died. It happened right after jenny was born.

I was about to head for a dinner when there was knocking on the door. Out of curiosity I sat on the handmade wooden stairs listening.

“Everyone agrees your daughter should be the one to clean the wounds of the beast. It won’t turn back unless the silver is out and it won’t let anyone near it.” I heard a man say.

I heard my father slam his fist against the wall, “I will not allow my daughter to be put in a cage with a beast!” He roared angrily.

Stepping down from the stairs I spoke up, “Dad… it’s alright… it will ease the village if they know who the wolf is.” I told my dad but I could see how angry that made him.

He turned pushing past me and stomped upstairs. Pulling on my shoes I followed the man known as James to the holding cells.

People were surrounding the outside so they made a way for us to go in. When we got in the door was locked and I could hear growling and snarling sounds.

Slowly going around the corner I saw the cage in which the beast laid snapping at anyone that was close. He bore deadly fangs that dripped with saliva.

I could feel terror run through my veins as realization that I was going into that cage went through me. Most of the men were told to leave besides the top shooter and his son was here.

The top shooter was the boss around here; he kept the beast out and us safe. He was around 40 with a small beer belly and some grays. His son was a little over 20 and just as good as shoot as he was.