The third chapter of Cursed Childhood is now underway! After his very first transformation beneath a full moon, Toby is worried that he'll murder again. However, he will soon learn that being a werewolf will have its advantages… He will also find out he can transform at will, but will he tell his parents the truth? Read on, and find out!
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After the night of the murder of the villager and Tori, Toby tried to stay secluded in the forest, but his father always seemed to find him and bring him back to the village. The young boy, however, learned to transform into a werewolf at will, even when there wasn't a full moon. This gave him a better control of the new form within him. However, on the nights of a full moon, he couldn't control it, but he learned to speak while in this new, unfamiliar form of his.
Now, Toby was wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the floor of his home. A small bowl of venison (deer meat) was in front of him, steaming. He pushed it away with his foot, his eyes closing. He still hadn't told his parents that it was he who murdered Tori and the villager. Every time his mind wandered, it slipped to that night. The sounds of ripping flesh. The yelps and screams. Snarling. Clawing. He shivered, the image fading. However, in his mind, a pair of glowing golden eyes stared him down.
"What do you want?" Toby muttered. A dark voice chuckled.
"Silly boy," it laughed. "You do know that I inhabit your body now. Which means, when the villagers find out the truth, they'll kill you." Toby shook his head as the cold voice laughed harder, more evil filling it with every second. The boy held his head, tears streaming down his face as the dark voice continued its malicious laughter.
"SHUT UP!" he cried out, hitting his head on the wall. "JUST SHUT UP!" He placed his hands between his knees, sobbing. His body ached as the voice faded, while the laughter remained.
"Toby? Are you okay?" The sobbing lad looked up, noticing his mother above him. "You've been there all day. You'll starve to death if you don't eat something." Toby shook his head, standing up. The blanket draped over him as he raced off towards the forest. His mother looked out the doorway, her brown eyes watching her son run off.
"Something's wrong with that boy…"
As Toby tore through the foliage of the trees and vines of the forest, more cold tears fell from his eyes.
"Why would they want to kill me?" Toby inquired to himself as he found the usual clearing he stayed in. "I'd never hurt them…" He sat down on the grass, wrapping the blanket around his clothed body. A light breeze tossed his hair as more tears streamed down his cheeks. After a few minutes of crying, Toby stood up, staring up at the daylight. The sun was setting. He knew. A full moon was tonight. He could feel it within his body.
"I won't go to the village," he told himself firmly. "I won't. They can't make me." Suddenly, his father appeared through the trees, carrying a rifle and a dead deer over his shoulders.
"I knew you would be here." With that, he dragged his son back to the village, even though Toby protested wildly.
-Later that night-
Toby's predictions were right. Within a few hours, while his parents were asleep, he had transformed. Rage consumed him, his snout foaming. He knocked down the doorway to his parent's room, claws outstretched. While Toby tried to stop the berserk werewolf, it was too late. Within an instant, his parents were dead, claw marks all over their bodies. Blood flowed off their skin onto the floor, creating stains. Tears in his eyes, Toby raced out of the home towards the forest. Climbing onto a rock, he looked up at the full moon, and howled sorrowfully, while in his mind, the dark voice laughed bitterly.
-The next morning-
Toby awakened to the sounds of shouting outside his home. The villagers carried his parents' bodies outside as Toby stood up, rubbing his eyes. He looked down, and saw their blood on his hands. One of the villagers grabbed hold of his hands, and showed them to the crowd.
"HE KILLED HIS OWN PARENTS!" the villager shouted, many gasps and quiet sobs rising. "Murderer!"
"EXILE!" the crowd chanted. "EXILE!" Toby shook his head, but before he could explain, he found himself being shoved into the forest. The villagers walked away, shaking their heads sadly.
"I'm sorry, Mommy," Toby whispered, placing his face into his hands. "Daddy, I'm sorry!" He sobbed into his blood stained hands, knowing what he had done.
How will Toby learn to accept his exile? Find out in chapter four, Spiritual Wolves.
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