Fang

Bastard

"It's your fault."

The beta stood over me. My eyes stung and burned with the effort of opening them. The male squatted next to me to meet my eye line. He was silent for a moment, thinking about something as he looked me over. I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't form any words. 

"I didn't want to do that. But I was under orders, which I'm sure you can understand." 

The floor beneath me was cool, seeping through my skin. My mouth tasted of metal, blood still leaking from where my fang once was. 

"You're underneath the pack house, if you're wondering." He stood. "Had to move you for Sky." 

My arms shook underneath me as I pushed myself into a sitting position, resting my back on the bars behind me. Immediately I cried out, squirming as best as I could away from the bars. 

Eren laughed. "They're silver. Not pure, but strong enough to keep you in here. Until we figure out something else to do with you." 

The room smelt strongly of my own blood, and something else. Sweet, but not very sweet. I recognized it as the smell of a freshly dead body. Glancing down at my arms, they oozed with pus and blood, still freshly burnt. The silver in the chain remained in my skin and would prevent my body from healing itself at its normal pace. 

"What's going to happen to me?" My voice finally returned, raw and itching the inside of my throat. 

"That's a great question. I'm not entirely sure." He considered me for a moment before opening my cell door and stepping out. The heavy door clicked shut. 

"Wait," I called out as he began to walk away.

"Hm?" 

"Where are you going?" 

"I'm the Beta. I have things to do." He continued walking, his retreating footsteps echoing on the walls. 

Grunting, I moved myself to the opposite side of the room to rest my back on the cool wall. An eerie silence saturated the room after he left, leaving me with my thoughts. 

Glancing around, there was nothing for me to see. A simple cot with no sheets in the corner, a simple toilet next to it. 

I have to get out of here.

Panic settled in my chest, burning my lungs. There was no way that I could escape. Where would I even go? 

There was nothing for me to do. 

Steeling myself, I pushed my back against the cold wall. Focusing on the cold, I slowly calmed my breathing, trying to rationalize my options. 

A low growl bubbled in my chest. I won't allow this to defeat me.

Taking another look around the simple room, my eyes caught on the cot. It would have to do.

Using the wall to brace myself, I began to struggle to my feet. My entire body ached with an intense pain, far from healed. My cold sweat made my ragged and dirty clothes cling to my body. 

Finally standing, my vision began to spin. Trying to blink it away, the world around me continued to spin. 

With the wall as my guide, I made it to the simple cot, lowering myself back to my knees. The spinning only intensified, the food in my stomach threatening to come back up. 

Reaching out, my fingers gripped the chilled porcelain of the toilet bowl. Heaving myself over the bowl, I emptied my stomach into it, coughing on the taste. 

The stench of bile rose up to my nose, only causing another wave of nausea to crash over me. My stomach heaved, though there was nothing left to give. Groaning, I pushed myself away from the bowl.