the girl in the house
A quick short that I wrote after my friend prompted me with nuts, snow and werewolf. Might actually develop this out a little, maybe NaNoWriMo material
The girl awoke in a daze on her kitchen floor, the only light illuminating the room coming from the moon. She lifted herself up from the floor with her shoulders, the ache in her body only registering then. Her back felt as stiff as wood, her head throbbing and vision somewhat blurry. She pushed from her shoulders to her hands, turning over and propping herself on all fours, grabbing onto the table and pulling herself from the floor.
Her legs were trembling, weak from god knows what. She stepped forward, supporting most of her weight using the table. She slowly made her way to the kitchen sink, clutching with one hand and allowing herself to fall to her knees before it. She propped herself over the sink, her head spinning. Before she could react, her gut began to twist, rushing up to her throat and sending out a torrent of warmth, the girl gagging into the white porcelain. It was 3 more times, followed by 2 spouts of dry heaving, before she was able to let herself collapse once again, her back pressed against the cupboard doors.
How the fuck did I get here? She thought to herself. What's going on?
Before she could process her situation, she heard a crashing come from another room. It sounded like it was upstairs, perhaps her bedroom (how do I know this is even my house?). She crawled through the kitchen; she looked for anything she could to take with her, figure out what was happening to her. The one thing she noticed were the Macadamia nuts spread across the floor.
What did I do last night?
She heard another thump from upstairs, and quickly brought herself back into focus. She noticed a large knife in the middle of the floor, blade silver in the ominous moonlight. She shuffled across the floor and clenched her fist around the handle, cautiously moving through the kitchen.
She had managed to find her way into the front room, shuffling faster to prop herself against the nearby sofa. She could barely make the room out, but everything seemed to have a bluish tint to it. There seemed to be another unusual attribute to the room - a large, heart-shape in the middle of the floor.
Is that blood?
Just as the thought crept into her head, she heard the creature coming towards the stairs, its claws clicking against wood floors. She rose to her legs again, sudden adrenaline giving her the strength to stand on them, the pain running through the base of her spine.
She knew there were only two options - let the creature come for her, or get out of the house.
The door was in front of the staircase, slightly ajar. The wind blew in from outside, the floor coated in a wet layer suggesting melted snow. She was only dressed in a loose fitting t-shirt and lounge pants, and it was already freezing in the front room.
She heard the beast growl louder. When she turned around she looked up the stairs, noticing this big, monstrous wolf-like creature, its eyes glowing red. The creature was larger than the average human, with large musculature and large, razor-sharp claws.
Without a second thought, she turned for the door and ran straight into the snow. Her legs ached from the force she exerted in her stride, her body screaming as she ran from the beast. She looked behind her and saw the creature gaining on her, its hulking form disgusting when in motion. Her heart was racing; sweat beading over her freezing form as she only thought of survival.
She tripped over her own feet and fell face first into the snow. She lay there for what felt like hours, the tears escaping from her eyes. I'm fucked she thought to her self.
She rolled over to see the beast coming for her, speeding toward her.
The beast leapt for her.
A shot rang through the woodland and the beat was knocked off course, falling unconscious. She perched herself onto her hands and knees, crawling over to the creature to see what had happened; but what she saw, however, was not the wolf-beast from the house.
Before lay a young man, mid-20s to early-30s, laying unconscious and naked in the snow, blood pooling from his arm.
"Look after him" a voice called out to her. She turned to see who it was, only to find a black form standing in the distance.
"Call an ambulance!" she yelled out to the stranger.
"I can't" he responded. "I don't take care of werewolves, I take care of the problem."