When I woke I was in a different room. Looking around I noticed three other people, a girl and two boys, all seemed to be around my age. I saw four beds, one in each corner, and it seemed that the room was split into four sections, each with an unconscious teen in it.
Standing, I decided to explore my portion. There was a bed with dark orange bedding, a small window, and a desk. On the desk sat a plate of raw meat, and for some reason I was drawn towards it, a thirst for fresh kill, like a wolf. A wolf... I rubbed my tail, finally understanding.
They made me into a monster, gave me a thirst for blood. But for some reason I had no pang to kill the other people. I turned to get a good look at the other parts of the room.
In one bed lay a young girl. She had brown hair with a mixture of green and orange tips. Her skin was pale and she had a line of bruised skin running from her mouth to her ears, as if she had been gagged. Her corner was like mine except hers was green and orange, and on her desk was a normal meal.
The next corner was completely red and black. The young boy on the bed had red hair and white skin, but the strange thing about him was the two small fangs sticking out from under his bottom lip. His meal was the same as mine, but there was also a cup of red liquid. My new wolf senses told me it was blood, and that fact alone was unsettling.
The last corner wasn't any color in specific. The dark haired male seemed to have cuts, bruises, and rashes all over his body, the rise and fall of his chest shallow, and he seemed to be shivering. He had a small meal similar to the girls.
I was feeling a bit tired so I was about to lay down, but then I heard a groan from one of the corners. I spun to see the boy with fangs sitting up, hands to his head. His hand drifted down to his mouth, when feeling the fangs his eyes widened. The he noticed me. He gasped, backing up to the bad frame. I noticed that we were all wearing simple T-shirts and pants matching the color of our corners. He looked at me, scared.
"W-who are you?" he asked in a shaky voice. I looked him up and down as he stood up, somewhat scared.
"I could ask you the same question." He seemed to hesitate. Then he shrugged helplessly.
"I... don't know..." He responded. Now that I thought of it, I couldn't remember anything before waking up. I looked around the room one more time, noticing nametags above each bed. The girl was Mystic, the dark haired boy was Nick. I looked at the boy that was facing me, a worried look on both of our faces.
"Red. Your name is Red." I said slowly. He looked confused, then noticed the nametags. I slowly turned to look at mine.
Preston. I felt a memory try to surface, only to be blown to bits in the war of confusion raging in my mind. I felt like I was missing something. I turned back to Red. He was sitting on his bed again, hugging his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth.
I felt like there was a connection, like we were supposed to be friends. We were both experiments, tests. I sat down next to him and started rubbing small circles on his back, calming him down. I heard movement from behind me. I jumped up and turned to face the person.
It was the boy with dark brown hair. His brown eyes locked with mine, and he looked terrified. He backed up slowly until he hit the other wall. Red and I introduced ourselves and after a few minutes he, too, was calmed down. When the girl woke she was easily calmed. We each went to our part on the room to try to except the situation. I looked at each of the others.
Nick was rocking back and forth, wide eyes full of fear, breathing hard. Suddenly he shot up and ran to the iron door that held us all captive in the room. But as soon as he touched his handle he shouted out in pain, grabbing his wrists. For the first time I noticed the metal wristbands on his wrists. The others had the same, but when I looked down my wrists were bare.
Everyone's eyes drifted from their banded wrists to my empty ones, then up to my neck. My hand drifted up to find I was wearing a metal collar.
"Oh ha, ha. I get it. Give the dog a collar. VERY humorous." I said sarcastically. A faint smile appeared on their faces, but it was quickly replaced by fear.
"What does this mean?" Mystic said in a wavering voice. That's what we all wanted to know.
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Warm-Hearted Monsters - a YouTuber fanfiction
Fanfic[Discontinued] None of them wanted to be like this. They are monsters now, feared. But none of them are evil. They are now said to be evil things. Either werewolves, vampires, zombies, or any other monster, they are not who many think they are.
