The never ending kind

10- Running Start

I was pouting, legs drawn up leaning agains the headboard at the far end of 'my' bed. Well, it was technically 'my' room, though not by choice. The room was in calming greens and browns, definitely clashing with my salty mood that no amount of potatoes would be able to fix. They had literally just put me in here and left after Mr. Big Bad Alpha Wolf Darien merely stared at me as I frowned away at the worn yet clean wooden floor, "Stay in this room until called for."

So, against my wishes, I had this larger force that I couldn't explain keeping me from leaving the room. I had even gone so far as to open the unlocked door, but I couldn't take a step out into the hall. Same, sadly, for the window, though unlike the door, I was able to lean my head out without as much trouble. For some reason, just trying to look or lean outside of the room was physically hard to do.

Having my freedom so easily snatched away was- was... Debilitating. I had only been something close to free for a couple years, living in a cheap apartment on one of the better, but obviously not great, areas of Livermore. I had actually had two days off in a row from my job, and had decided to celebrate my birthday early, since I didn't know when I'd next have the chance. I had been saving some money for the small jaunt as a nice relaxing siesta for my twenty-first birthday. Yes, such a sad thing to do for such a big day to everyone else. But I had worked so hard to be able to gain that freedom. By the time I had graduated high school, I had gained a certification as a CNA, going to class after school and working to pay for it on the weekends.

Because I had to get out of that house. And for almost two years, I had. I had my freedom; my own space. And now, it was gone again. The consequences of being a hero, I suppose. Trapped in an unlocked room. 

I rubbed the palm of my hand against my forehead before putting my feet down onto the side of the bed. I needed to get out of here, "Phone... Phone... Here, phone."

Yep, still dead, no way to charge it, and even so, it probably wouldn't even work. I really wanted to throw it at the wall, but I settled for putting it back in my pocket and running my hands through my hair before hitting up the bathroom, using the facilities and washing my face.

I looked into the mirror, anger and disgust building up in me. Those weren't my eyes, my skin, my hair. My eyes now looked large, the pupil's contraction and dilation more pronounced, with a  secondary, almost invisible one whose movement was almost like a pearlescent webbing crossing over the pupil. Now, the central area was almost an electric yellow that faded and transitioned from that to green to a light blue. The sectoral heterochromia was almost gone, leaving very small orangish streaks. They were... Freakish; they were alien, and they weren't my eyes. And my hair. It was such a big difference between my old and new hair; it looked as though I had glued a sad version onto the new hair coming out, "I should cut it..."

I didn't want to cut it. And my skin looked perfect, though the scars present and the beauty marks I'd had since I can remember were still present. I focused on the beauty marks there, telling me that I was at least still in part... Me. The scars, though, I could mostly do without. If only those and the memories attached to them would leave me.

I growled at the mirror, nails scratching into the marble creating a horrible cacophony, "Nails?!" I stumbled back, seeing my eyes almost glowing and teeth slightly sharper than before... My nails had hardened, sharpened and elongated. I stared at them in horror, heart pounding along with my harsh rasps as I turned and stumbled onto the floor in 'my' room, "This isn't happening. This isn't happening. Calm down. Calm down. Breathe."

I closed my eyes, trying to level my breathing as I stayed on my hands and knees, the cool wood bleeding into my heated skin. When I looked once more, my fingernails were normal once more. I stood awkwardly, stumbling over to the window, needing the breeze and openness to help clear my mind.

I just wanted to jump out, damn the consequences, "Jump? Really... Why not?"

I had tried to lean out the window, and could to an extent, but I hadn't tried jumping out. Of course, I couldn't do it through regular means. I couldn't just put my leg over, hang down, and drop from the second story. The order made it impossible for me to do so. Instead, I walked as far from the open window as I could before running straight at it and jumping through, arms raised straight over my head, body elongated horizontally, allowing it to flow through the window. The pull was like a spider web, eventually snapping as I forcefully disobeyed the order, pain ratcheting through me as my body flew through the air. Most likely, I knew I'd probably die going head first and having no idea how best to break my fall, but gaining freedom was worth the risk.

My eyes widened as I took in my surroundings; the surprised looks of those outside in both forms, playing. And then the ground was nearing me. I'm not sure quite what I did, but somehow I must have rolled and skidded, landing on my side eventually. 

I remember that there had been surprised screams, but really, they're werewolves. Shouldn't they be used to stuff like that? I stood, taking off into the woods even though I was sure that I would get caught eventually, probably before I could even get far enough away to reach a road. I had no idea even where I was. The town itself was no more than a thirty minute drive from the not-hospital I had woken up in the second time. And even then, I'd mostly just seen lots and lots of trees mixing with the buildings of what little I saw. So... I pretty much had no idea where I had been taken to, no idea how far away my home was, what the exact date or really anything. 

And yet, against all the much smarter brain cells floating around, I had decided to just run off in a random direction in the hopes that I'd eventually reach a road, a car, and then a civilization that was not this one.