The second chapter of Cursed Childhood is now underway! What will happen as Toby tries to cope with being cursed with a wolf's bite? Read on, and find out!
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Toby's emerald eyes fluttered open, setting up in the warm bed that was located in the doctor's office. Sunlight peeked through the window, greeting him with a small smile. He groaned, the wound on his neck shooting in pain up his neck. Across from him, his father sat, waving a little.
"Daddy? What happened to me?" Toby inquired softly, lying back onto the pillow. His father stood up, wrapping an arm around his son.
"You were unconscious after that wolf bit you," he explained, giving his son a small noogie. Toby felt cold tears stream down his face, a few of the salty droplets landing on the white pillowcase below him. His father kissed him on the forehead, stood up, and left the room, leaving Toby to rest.
-A few hours later-
Toby was now roaming the deserted streets of his village, many of the villagers asleep for the night. Only a few dogs barked at an unseen being that was the wind. A cloud shifted above him, a full moon showing itself to the young boy. He fell to the ground, his skeleton twisting and turning in every which way, morphing into an animal form. Toby's mouth opened, a loud scream nearly about to awake someone.
"MOMMY!" he cried out, but the rest of the words were taken away with more screams and roars. His face formed into a long snout, his canine teeth becoming long fangs. Dark fur poked up from his skin as the cloth from his clothing fell, ripped and torn. The creature's ears perked upward, blazing crimson eyes searching fiercely, filled with rage. The young boy that stood in that spot was now gone. In his place was a wolf, which stood on its hind legs.
"Mommy, Daddy," Toby whispered in his mind, since the creature wouldn't allow him to speak at all. "Help me…" Tori, the little puppy that Toby always played with, raced up to the wolf, growling. The beast lunged, the sound of yelps and snarls filling the night air. The creature stood up, blood flowing down its snout. The mangled body of the innocent puppy lay before it. Toby couldn't bare it. Tears streamed down his face, while the wolf showed no signs of sorrow.
"Who's there?" a voice shouted, the light of a torch moving towards the frightened boy.
"It's me, Toby!" he wanted to shout, but he knew he couldn't. This thing was in his control now. He couldn't do a thing. He was afraid. A man soon appeared near him, staring him down angrily. Before the boy could do a thing, the wolf leapt at the man, the gruesome sound of human flesh tearing in his ears filled his mind. The light of the torch was gone.
When Toby awakened, sunlight poured onto his face. He looked down at his hands, which were covered with blood. His body was bare. He took in his surroundings, and noticed that he was in the forest.
"Toby!" a familiar voice called out. "You out here, boy?" His father's face appeared through the thicket of vines. The frightened boy raced up to him, ignoring the fact he was naked, and buried his face into his dad's shirt, sobbing. He couldn't tell him what happened. That he murdered an innocent villager the night before.
But then, that wasn't really himself…
How will Toby cope with the fact that he murdered? Find out in chapter three!
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