Den of Darkness

Heartless Monsters

Monster. Monster. Monster. That’s all I could hear. I pulled my eyelids apart, lights blinding my eyes. People in masks surrounded me, looking rather hazy. I moved to clutch my head, but my arms were restricted, pinned to my sides on the cold metal table. I cried out as something sharp pierced my skin. Not again. They all thought I was a monster, but I was not. I was just what they turned me into. I was a creature of the dark -an experiment gone wrong. These humans who corrupted my blood are the true monsters in this situation. I hate them, those monsters. How dare they name me the monster? They are all heartless fools.

Every part of my body burned in discomfort from the shots in my skin. The humans stared at me in wonder, curious as how I would react. I screamed in agony, wriggling around attempting to escape the chains. “She’s going to become a monster,” a certain woman called out. “It’s working; we’re going to be famous.”

Hatred coursed through my veins. My own mother was using me as an experiment to make her famous. My father had already died several months ago, over dosed on the DNA she had been giving us both. To her, we were just possessions that she could abuse us any way she wanted to. When my father died, she did not even react. I hated her so much -to the extent of loathing- that I do not even consider her my mother anymore. She was simply someone who could rot six feet under.

I squirmed around, screaming in pain as my body changed into a beast. My hands transformed into claws and hair covered my entire body. Must kill. Must eat. Must escape this cage. My wolf chanted over and over again with purpose. I broke free, clawing at anyone I could possibly reach. My wolf took control of my mind and actions. I was gone, my wolf taking my place.

When I woke up, blood was scattered all over the walls. Bodies lie all around me, creating a circle. Horror filled me as I took in the sight. There were no survivors, but my ‘mother’ was not among the dead. Had she run away? Upset that she had lost employees as well as her chance of ever becoming a famous scientist? But that was doubtful, knowing my ‘mother’.

I screamed, but quickly covered my mouth in horror. I had committed a massacre of some of the smartest scientist in the world. This was murder. “You are a murderer!” I yelled at my wolf.

“No, we are murderers,” she corrected me.

“No, no, no. I am not a murderer. This was all you. Not me. How could I have done anything? You took over, not me,” I denied, shaking my head.

Blood laced my hands and clothes and dried blood was under my long nails. An image of my claws dragging into skin flashed into my mind.

“I may have taken over, but you let me. We are one now, every move I make, you make, and vice-versa,” she stated.

This cannot be right. It could not be right. “How could I? How could I?” I sank to the ground, trembling. Wrapping my arms around my knees, I cried with my head in between my legs.

“This is your fault. No,” I corrected myself, “this is our fault. How am I supposed to fix this?”

My words twisted together, becoming incoherent. I was basically blubbering; blubbering to myself like a crazy person. My mind ran through possible ideas as to a solution. Eventually I came up with a conclusion. What was done had been done. I could not possibly ever bring the scientists back to life. So the only way I could ever remove the dirt on my soul was to kill my wolf and myself.

Within the time span of a few days, I had attempted many ways to commit suicide. Nothing I could possibly do would kill me. Unfortunately, I had forgotten that wolves are nearly imperishable. Eventually I gave up and curled up in a ball on the ground, crying. “I killed them. I killed them. I killed them,” I chanted over and over again.

Footsteps approached me and I growled on instinct. My eyes flashed up and I found my ‘mother’ staring back at me. “What?” I snarled.

“You monster! You killed them all! You were a mistake all along,” she called at me.

“This is your fault. You made me a monster. Just the way you made Dad a monster and killed him. How could you ever blame your own daughter for your mistakes?” I questioned.

“Never mind that, I will have my atonement, your death.” My ‘mother’ smiled evilly.

“And I will have mine. Your death,” I repeated with my own little change.

My body changed into a monster and I lunged for my ‘mother’. Screams filled the air and I damaged her as best as I could, but not to the point of death.

Soon I was crouched over her body, my wolf growling, while my mother grabbed a silver knife from her pants. She stabbed it into my wolf. I gasped in pain, becoming ‘human’ again. I panted hard, tears blurring my vision.

I yanked the knife out of my chest, screaming in agony. My blood covered the once gleaming blade as I yelled out, “This is the end of two monsters!”

I pushed the blade into her where her heart should be -that is if such a monster even has a heart. She cried out. I fell to the ground beside her, gasping in attempt to catch a breath. My head pounded and I groaned out. Black spots covered my vision, until I saw nothing. “And so our souls are free,” I whispered, staring at the ground in front of me. My hair was covered in blood, but I knew that I was clean. “The souls of monsters are now free, if we even had them, but that’s what we get for being monsters. Heartless, soulless monsters. Forever.”