"No..no..somebody help please!" you woke up in tears, sweating and out of breath. Another night, another nightmare. The sheets were soaked with your sweat and were half on the floor of your hotel room. You took a sip of your now cold chamomile and flopped back on the bed, closing your eyes, determined to get some more sleep. Life hadn't been easy on you, you had never met your father, and had spent your whole life running after the mother who abandoned you. From the age of 15 you had been bounced between foster families and social services, which was actually one of the main reasons you ran away on your 18th birthday, when you finally found your way out and never came back to your foster family. You went from one crap job to another, taking any opportunity to make money just to get by.. You were on your own, sleeping in seedy hotels and eating nothing but noodles and the chocolate bars available at any gas station.
Everything seemed normal until the day you got attacked by an animal. Yes that's what the feds called it but you knew the truth. It was a monster. The kind of monster a mother would tell you about before going to bed when you had been a bad girl.
But it wasn't a story, it was all too real and you had been marked for life.
During the attack, you were pretty badly injured, long deep gashes across your abdomen proof that it had actually happened. The doctors had no good explanation for how you were still alive. They were calling it a miracle. The slash started just below your right breast and ended just below your last rib on the opposite side. It was vaguely shaped like a crescent moon and so deep that it left an ugly scar as it healed, despite the doctors' best efforts. Since that day, you had become obsessed with research of the supernatural. You needed to find out what had really attacked you.
From what you had read, you thought it might have been a werewolf, but you were still uncertain. Despite everything, it still seemed too fantastical. That was, it did, until you read an article about someone else having been attacked under seemingly identical circumstances to your own incident. You decided to investigate, your first step being to interview the victim in the hopes she may have seen something.
You took a drink from your latte, set the cup in the cup holder, and drove off to hopefully find out the truth.
4 hours later.
You parked your car near the entrance of the hospital, taking a moment to double-check the victim's name from the news article.
At the information desk, you asked for Mia Lopez, introducing yourself as her cousin and immediately got her room number.
Getting off the lift, you adjusted your ponytail and walked purposefully along the hallway until you found room 415. You knocked on the closed door.
"Come in", someone called weakly from behind the door.
Entering the room, you found a black haired woman lying down in the one of 2 beds, her face and left shoulder covered with neat bandages.
"Hi Mia, my name is (Y/N)", you introduced yourself as you approached the bed.
"Who are you? Another reporter?", she sighed, clearly frustrated. "I already told the others my story and got called insane for it. But I'm not. I know what I saw...""
"I'm not a journalist, I'm just someone who wants to catch whoever, or whatever, attacked you...", you explained as you sat on the chair near her bed. "So tell me, what exactly did you see?"
Just as she was about to answer you, there was a knock on the door. You suppressed a sigh as she called for whoever was on the other side to enter.
The door opened to reveal two men in suits, one so tall his long mahogany hair nearly brushed the top of the door, the other was only slightly shorter with dirty light brown hair cropped short, his eyes were a beautiful hazel-green, you could not ignore them as he looked directly into your eyes. They both smiled at you.
