(VOID)Deadly tricks and supernatural treats

Inner beast

*giggle giggle* This.....chapter.....was.......something......crazy....and......creepy! Tehehehe! Anywhat....read with your eyelids open(unless you're a ghost) ;)

INNER BEAST

  I woke up on the same bed that I had laid on when I was bitten, the first time anyway. I woke up slowly opening my eyes. But I couldn't move. I looked down and saw myself tied up.

  I struggled but it was no use. I wouldn't get out of here. I looked at my surrounding and saw a lot of red. Blood red. I looked at myself closer. Then I saw them. All six of the bites. Still bleeding. It scares the hell out of me that he bit me six times when I was asleep. Three were on my stomach. The other three were on my leg, my other leg, and my cheek. My heart rate increased when I noticed the cheek bite. He was that close to my lips. My lips. I shuddered.

  Then a familiar scent caught my nose. It was Grant. He was growing closer. I tried again to struggle but it was no use. He entered the room, his eyes dark blue. They were usually brown. All of ours were. But his were dark blue. Like the night. Hiding behind the idiotic thought that the sky is black in the mist of night that slowly consumes our minds. Like poison. He was my poison.

  “Oh loooky, you're awake,” he said walking closer to me. “Go to hell,” I spat at him. My anger increasing. “Oh Mo. I created hell,” he said his eyes going from blue to black. Then back again. “What are you going to do to me?” I said now curious. He got closer. “I'm waiting. Until Halloween comes. And while you're precious friends are getting beaten, I'll be here, with my own personal Monica,” He said smiling. I wanted to kill him. Right here and now. “If you touch me or them, I swear to you, you'll be dead before you get a chance to cry out,” I said coldly. He just smiled. “Halloween is tomorrow sweet heart.

   You're soul will be mine by then. You won't have anything else anymore,” My heart skipped a beat when I realized that I have been here for a whole day. Now he just looked cruel, heartless.

  And that's exactly what he was. He walked out the room. But even as he was turned around, I could still see his teeth, growing longer by the second. He was transforming, into a werewolf. But he was trying hold it back. He was trying to hold back killing me.

I woke up in the same room. The morning air slipped through the windows as I popped my head up. A spotted a calendar on the wall. It was Halloween. It seemed so soon it was all happening. It was all moving too fast for my liking.

   It scared me to think about what he could've done to me over the night when I was asleep. I remembered what he did last time and fear struck me once again. My breath slightly increased as I brought myself up to look at my body. My body was almost completely covered with bites and blood. My breath hesitated again. I was stuck here. I looked around the room. But this time, more carefully.

   The room was surprisingly light. The walls were painted a bright blue that was very complimenting. There was a dresser full of clothes that were messily scattered on the floor. On top of the dresser was a lamp with a big bottom and skinny top. Also there were trophies on it. The trophies read, 'most athletic athlete' and 'best football thrower'. It should say 'the worst werewolf' or 'the best idiotic kidnapper'.

  That would fit a lot better.

   To my left I saw an XBOX one system.

   It looked like he used it frequently. That didn't surprise me though. He seemed like the gaming type. The alarm clock read 3:48 in the afternoon. I struggled again to get out of the ropes. It was no use.  My breaths became deeper. My heart rate increased.

   I knew what was happening. It's happened before when I get scared. I start to panic. I was sweating a little, now a lot. My fist clenched and unclenched. I wiggled my body slightly to check my sanity.

   But I couldn't control it. Pictures of my dad struck me like lightning. Images of my mom and brother hit me like a truck. Photos of everyone dying for me zoomed through my head like a cheetah on steroids. I know it was stupid but I didn't care. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I could feel my nails getting longer as I clawed at the beds sheets making a deep hole.

  I could feel my teeth growing and getting razor sharp. I could even feel my eyes become a sunset red. I tried to scream but all I could here was a loud roar. I then was able to get out of the ropes that bind me to the bed. I jumped up having only one thought in my mind. To kill Grant.

   When I got up I could hear footsteps. Then Grant appeared. All he did was smile as he held up his fists and his eyes turned dark blue. All hell was about to break lose.

 Hahahahahaha this chap was......really disturbing sorry.