She-Wolf (COMPLETED)

Chapter 1 - The Escape

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Unknown's Point of View

"Wakey, Wakey darlin'."

The sound of a masculine voice pulls me from my dreamless sleep. My head is in excruciating pain! I reluctantly open my eyes to see an unknown man looking down at me. Though he looks... Familiar?

The man has shaggy ginger hair. Some strands falling on his muscular face. His face is defined with a short beard and piercing blue eyes. When I look into his eyes I feel nothing but fear.

"W-What's going on?"

"I'm sad to say that I hit you harder then I wanted. Sad, because it cut our time short. You were asleep for far too long."

I stare up at him in shock, confusion, and fear.

"Why so confused darlin'?"

"W-Who are you?"

He seemed takin' aback by my statement but, his terrifying grin hardly falters. It even looks like his grin grew.

"Are you saying you actually forgot me?"

I slowly nod my head. The throbbing pain spikes, causing me to raise my hand to where it hurts. As my hand makes contact with the spot of the pain, I wince.  I feel a warm wet substance on my fingers. As I pull my hand back, I see blood on my index finger. Am I bleeding?

A haunting laugh brings me out of my thoughts. Wincing at the sound, I look at him once again.

"This is fantastic! Think of the opportunities! I can give you brand new experiences! Oh, this has brightened my day."

I could just feel the fear coursing through my veins. Why did he want to hurt me? What did I do? Did I do something bad? I hope I didn't hurt someone.

"Now, what shall we start with--- Crap!"

In an instant, the huge smirk on his face dissipates and is replaced with a scowl. Not wasting a second, the man turns and exits through the jail cell door, growling. He slams the door shut and stomps away.

Now that he was gone, my nerves calmed a bit before new ones resurface. Was I in a jail cell? I look around the cell and notice the walls are covered with blood. On one of the walls is a handprint made of blood. I stand up--- well, I tried to stand up but I soon realized how week I feel. I am covered in cuts and bruises. Each more gruesome than the last. What happened?

I finally manage to stand up, and I slowly make my way towards the handprint.

I look and see it's a pretty small handprint. I place my hand over it and see that my hand is a bit bigger than it but, I'm pretty sure it's mine. How long have I been in here for?

Feeling queasy, I fall to the floor and I vomit up the contents of my stomach. Not much came out but it was very painful.

I put my hand on the cell door as support as I try to stand but, once I put pressure on it, the door opened! I could have sworn he slammed it shut. I look down and see a bloodied crowbar in the doorway. It must have been dropped there and left unnoticed.

... I could escape. But should I? What if I did something wrong?
But, looking at all the blood in the room, I know this isn't right. I can feel it. Yes, I need to escape!

I stand up once again on shaky feet. And I step out of the cell, holding onto the wall for support.

I look around and no one is in sight. Where do I go from here? If the man wanted to leave this place then he probably knew where he was going. Turning to the direction he left at, I start to stumble my way down the hall.