A/N: This was an idea I had a while ago. Not entirely sure where I'll be taking it, but that's nothing new. Haha. Enjoy.
Chapter One.
One Ought Not Tread into the Monster's Den.
Silence.
All she wanted was silence and the peace that followed it.
Solitude was her refuge, and she embraced it about just as much as it was forced upon her.
This was her life now...
She did not need anything else but the four walls that surrounded her. White, padded and built especially to keep all the noises out.
All the breathing and beating and the noise.
She couldn't stand it.
Couldn't handle it.
Her fingers flexed inside the white jacket keeping the world safe, but not. It took everything in her not to rip it to shreds… but she knew better. She knew what it would mean to let herself out… what she would do.
If she were truly honest, the room did not… could not stop the noise. It merely muffled it. Make it numb, made it easy for her to ignore… And the jacket could not keep anyone safe from her...
No, not her but it. ...But it was her now.
And it was… It was…-
Second to the noise was the smell. Something that even the walls couldn't properly keep out. She didn't have to hear the breathing or beating hearts of the men posted behind her door to know their fear because she could smell it.
And she knew she was the cause because…-
…She didn't know.
No, she knew. She just didn't want to remember.
Remembering was a trigger.
Just like the noise. Just like the smell.
...The taste of-
Her fingers flexed again. Even though the air was being filtered through the metal cage on her face she tasted the familiar metallic on her tongue.
Blood.
...fresh.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
It was low, almost non-existent through the padded walls in her room within a room, but she heard it…. Smelled the smoke and blood and….
God.
Her fingers flexed a third time as she felt her claws extend, but she didn't move… just…
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Louder.
...Closer.
This was different. This was new… Something outside her walls were changing and-
BANG.
More blood.
She could taste heavily in the air now. She could smell it so vividly.
It was familiar. It was good.- No.
The men behind the door were gone.
No. Not gone. Unconscious.
But there was someone else there just behind it.
Sweating but not fearing. He smelled of man.
He didn't know.
He didn't know.
He didn't know.
DON'T LET ME OUT.
She tended to forget how dark her little room was until the door opened. Light flooded in from the hallway and she flinched back to the corner of the room in the shadows.
Noise and smell hit her in waves.
Rolled over her and assaulted her. And-
BLOOD.
The figure in front of her didn't smell of it, but it was present in the air. Suffocating. And she could feel herself drifting. It was taking over and she wouldn't be able to stop it. She-
Make it stop.
Close the door.
The man commanded her attention with his stance and for a moment she was distracted. The shadows created by the harsh light didn't matter because she could see him nonetheless.
He was blue and white and red all over… and he wasn't scared. He was cautious but curious…
And that made him stupid.
GO AWAY.
He looked concerned and confused when he finally spotted her in the darkness. He saw her cower and assumed it was his fault.
Leave before it's too late.
She was scared… but not because of him, but for him.
But he didn't understand… He approached and reached out his hand...
And she tried her hardest to hold it in. She tried her damnedest to keep it from coming out...
But then she heard it…. In the midst of it all... a whistle.
And it took over.
And it growled.