Amber Silverblood: Rogue Wolf Sample
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NOOOO! the monster yelled as I sprinted down the steps seven at a time. LET ME OUT!
I wouldn't, though. I hadn't let it out... I hadn't transformed... in three years. Not since the night it had taken everything I loved from me. Now I would take everything from it. It wanted freedom, so I would keep it locked inside me. It wanted to hunt, so I would keep it away from anything it'd consider prey. It wanted OOOUUUUTTTTT! So I would keep it in!
My feet carried me faster than I should have been able to go, even being what I am. Everything was a blur as I raced my way down the old hotel steps until I reached the bottom floor. I didn't bother using the door, instead smashing straight through the wall. The door leading to the street was right in front of me, and through the dusty, faded glass I could see the limo parked outside.
Now came the hard part. To get to the limo, I had to go outside. No walls or ceilings to separate me from the moon. I growled in frustration, not even sounding remotely human anymore. I couldn't stay in here. There was still enough moonlight seeping in to change me, eventually. My only chance was to get to the one place I knew of where no light could ever reach.
I put my hand on the glass doors, and drew newly clawed fingers down its length. It sounded like dragging nails on a chalkboard, and I winced when the sound attacked my supersensitive ears. The monster retreated for a second--and that was all I needed. Bracing myself, I plowed through the doors, showering the sidewalk with bits of wood and glass, and sprinted for the car.
The moon hit me harder than ever. It felt like it was focusing all its energy on me--my own personal Death Star. I felt the bones in my legs snap into digitrade forms, and I stumbled. Somehow I managed to stay on my feet... if they were even feet and not paws anymore... and kept heading for the limo. The bald, gangly man in the driver's seat was giggling at my plight.
KILL HIM. TEAR HIM APART!
You know what? I thought back. I just might.
Something burst from my spine, just above the seat of my pants. My tail. It wagged agitatedly, even though I tried to keep it still. I was holding the changes back as much as I could, but they were coming more and more quickly anyway. I had seconds, if that, to get out of the moon.
I reached the car and desperately slammed my right hand against the door, watching helplessly as it shrank to become a paw. No! I couldn't give in now, after working so hard! My other hand was still a hand, even though the thumb was rapidly disappearing.. I hooked it into the handle and heaved backwards, praying that he hadn't locked it as a joke.
He hadn't.
The door swung open.
I dove through it, the sounds of the city disappearing behind me. Instead of landing on the leather seat of the limo, though, I found myself in a dark, dank old mineshaft. Turning, I could still see the moonlit city on the other side of the door. I got to all fours--I couldn't stand on two feet anymore--and slammed it shut, severing the connection with the outside world.
The moon's relentless assault vanished. Slowly, I felt myself shift back to human form. The fur beneath my clothes receded, my legs and spine snapped back so that I could stand up again, and--most importantly--the monster inside me retreated to my subconscious, furious that it hadn't been let out. Again.
I sighed in relief, but I didn't relax. I still had plenty of moonlight burning in my veins. If I let my guard down, the monster would come back and finish the change even without the moon to force it.
Suddenly feeling drained despite the energy coursing through me, I sat down on the hard stone floor. A couple of old fashioned lanterns hung from the wall, providing meager light. Just the way he liked it.
I laid down on my back, feeling like I could sleep there on the floor for at least a month. That had been too close. A few more seconds, and...
I opened my eyes to find a pale faced, black eyed monstrosity looking down at me. He grinned, revealing his razor sharp, shark-like teeth.
"Welcome back, Amber," said Hendricks. "I trust you've had a pleasant evening?"