Break Loose

Holding Cells Can Be Fun

3. Holding Cells Can Be Fun

I lay back on the bed and say aloud, "great. This is great I've been kidnapped by mental people who think they are vampires and that I'm a werewolf or something. And let's not forget they have convinced my best friend that she is a vampire too."

I start laughing hysterically and walk out of the room I run downstairs and beat on the door frantically shouting, "HELP! I'm going mad."

Someone grabs me from behind and I grab the hand I wrench it free and see a doorway I run to it hoping it's an exit. I fling the door open only to find a staircase down I can't see the bottom because it's too dark, even though I hate the dark I guess it's better than getting my blood sucked out of me by a couple of mental hospital patients.

"No!" I hear someone scream before I closed the door and lock it.

I run downstairs and I hear screaming.

"Hello?" I yell I run into a metal bar an fall backwards on the floor.

'This day just keeps getting better!' I think to myself.

I stand up and look for a light I find one after about five minutes of searching the walls. I turn it's on and immediately look at the metal bar it's connected to many others like a holing cell and in side is a wolf. Well it looks like a wolf, but it at least three times bigger than a wolf. It growls at me but stops abruptly.

"Hi wolfy," I say making the best of the situation, "how are you doing on this fine day?"

I swear if that wolf or what ever it was could talk it would have called me an idiot. It looked at the door as if inviting me in.

I walked to the door then thought what am I doing what if I'm hallucinating and I am really going insane. Well if I'm hallucinating then what harm can it do anyway, and if I'm not hallucinating it seems to like me. Even if it doesn't it beats going back up stairs to those people!

I walked in and the door locked behind me. Well no getting out now, I thought, kinda happy those people couldn't get to me now.

I sit down on the floor and quietly wait for the wolf to talk but, it never does, so I talk first.

"Those people upstairs are unhinged," I say and the big wolf nods.

It comes over and sniffs me, when it starts to growl I tense, "don't eat me I'm a vegetarian!". It stops and sniffs again then looks at me with its head tilted to the side as if asking me a question. "Well in that case I'm not a vegetarian you bastard, and I haven't showered since yesterday if that's what your asking," I say.

It shakes it's head and sits in front of me. I see shredded clothes on the floor and I turn to it thinking, maybe those people upstairs might not be all that crazy.

"Are you a werewolf," I ask it and it looks at me with sad golden eyes that match perfectly with its light brown fur, it nods once again.

I sit there for ten minutes and I hear banging on the door upstairs.

"Are they gonna get in?" I ask.

It shakes it head.

"I'm bored let's play a game, Wolfy!"

It nods in agreement.

"How about," I think for a minute and suddenly a game pops into my head, "I spy."

"Hmm..." I looked around the room and decided. "I spy something grey."

The big wolf, or wolfy as I had started calling it, looked at the floor then at me. I suspected it meant the floor so I nodded, then looked around, "this is not going to work!"

The basement consisted of three colors, black, white, and grey.

I thought of another game we could play. "We could play the number game!"

It looked at me and tilted its head questionably.

"I'll think of a number and you try to guess it. You tap your right paw for the first digit and the left for the second." I explained slowly, "but when it's my turn to guess, if I get it right you wag your tail!" Wow I was a genius I thought to myself.

As if reading my mind, Wolfy shook it's head and we started playing the game.

We played for what felt like an hour be fore the wolf went over beside a cot and took a drink from a bowl. I noticed beside the cot was a small table that had a cup with water in it. I noticed how dry my own throat was, so I walked over and asked pointing at the water, "can I have I drink? I've developed a thirst of my own."

The wolf nodded and I took a drink, man that was refreshing. I went and sat in the corner where I had been sitting all along and stared at the wolf. "Well this is going great. Greater than great! I have been kidnapped by crazy people and now I'm best friend with a wolf." I said a little too loudly.

The wolf came over to me and grabbed the back of my shirt with it strong jaws and turned me around to face the stairs and the door. I stayed like that and I heard a loud howl and lots of movement.

"Can you hand me those clothes on the table?" I heard a male voice ask behind me.

I looked up to see a folded stack of clothes through the bars sitting on a table. I stood up and grabbed them through the bars and turned around with my eyes closed. I almost tripped taking my first step.

He laughed and said, "you can look I have a robe on."

I opened my eyes and saw a very handsome man standing only a few feet away from me. He had the same golden eyes and long, light brown hair. He was at least 6'7", with tightly muscled arms.

I brought him his clothes and went back to my corner to turn around. When he got done he walked over with a key and opened the door.

He walked out, but stopped when he noticed I hadn't moved an inch, "you coming?"

I stood up and replied, "I'm not going up there!"

He came back in and sat on the bed, he motioned for me to sit next to him. I walked over and sat on the bed, "maybe we should talk while you build up your confidence."

I snorted, but agreed.

"Why did you come into a cage with a giant wolf and name it Wolfy?" He asked holding back laughter.

"Well I thought I was going mentally deranged do I thought you were a hallucination. Maybe I am hallucinating considering you went from big wolf to big man." I said while lightly blushing, "and as for the name Wolfy, I didn't know if you were a girl or boy and the name is neutral."

He laughed hard for a couple of minutes and then got back up, "so that was you yelling and banging about upstairs!"

"Yes," I say and get up with him.

"We better go upstairs their probably worried sick!" He said walking out of the cell, cage thing.

"What do you mean," I asked.

He turned to me, "I could have ripped you apart if I wanted to."

"Oh," I say and we walk upstairs.