I smell the scent before I hear the footsteps. I hear my own
bindings chink and ring as metal scratches metal; moving my body into a
more upright, ready position.
My loud growling continues, having long started before they even entered my hallway. That's right- my hallway. There isn't any other being on this floor- I was too much for the prey to handle. I still am.
I see two of the coats dragging a young, black-feathered, and winged female body. I catch my breath. I've seen her before. She passes by my cell at least twice a day.
I see tears in her eyes. I see her bruises. I see the coats slightly smirking. And I see myself, my own wrists and ankles bound to the wall, doing nothing. It's one thing to cage an animal; it's another to break its spirit.
I look out the clear plexi-glass wall of my cell and the clock tells me it's 6:02 p.m. I feel a slight tingle of change vibrate down my spine. I decide it's time to do something. My anger, my hate, and my instinctive mind take over as I become a shadow. Black polished fur sprouts from my Caucasian skin, my shoulder blades snap backwards, and my gut is suspended in the middle between my front paws and my back legs. My skull narrows and my teeth lengthen. A tail forms and my hands thicken and claws split from were nails once were. Half-way into the transformation, the change stops and lingers.
The shadows of the coats and the girl disappear from my view. I hear her wail and whimper as they kick her again to her feet. My nose wrinkles in distaste as I look at my metal bindings. I give them one good yank, and they snap from their anchors in the wall. With a beastly roar that shakes the building's foundations, I pummel myself into the plexi-glass wall and shatter it.
The coats look at me in a frozen moment of surprise. I got up off the floor and the messy remains of the wall, shaking the momentary pain out of my head. I see the girl's blue eyes and I watch her as she stares at me. But all she does is look at me with a blank stare. She is not afraid.
The higher-up coat shouts, the first to wake-up from his frozen reverie, and snaps the second into attention. He smashes a glass compartment on the side of the wall, setting off an alarm that echoes in my ears and makes me yowl in pain. He pulls out a tranquilizer gun and fires, getting me in the neck. I lash out instinctively from the pain and my claws shred right through his cloak and into his flesh, spinning him around. He fires two more shots into my chest, but all he's doing is maddening the beast. I slash at him again and this time he's down for good.
The second reaches for the gun, but the intelligent part of me knows I have to deal with him before he gets to it. I grab him with one swipe of my black claw and bite him, shaking my head back and forth so my teeth sear through and destroy the prey's soft white belly. But the taste of his blood in my mouth burns my tongue and I spit the body out before anymore of the red liquid could make its way down my throat.
Suddenly, I feel like someone spun my world around. I shake my head to straighten it out, but it seems to spin faster. I try to bring both of my paws to my head but my muscles seem sluggish. I knew that it would only be a matter of seconds before I was a giant sleeping kitty.
I felt a cool, sober touch on my arm and looked down to see what it was. A mass of red curls and the bluest eyes filled my vision.
"Please," the black winged girl pleaded, "Help me."
I felt the sluggishness of the drugs seep away.
"You're the only one who can help me," her voice in my head said. "They want to hurt me. Please, help me get away from them. Please?"
In her eyes I could not move, and with her voice in my head my animal instinct froze. Who was this girl?
My instincts buzzed in the back of my head. Footsteps- running, coming this way. I felt the girl slump in my arms and instinctively knew she was unconscious. Tearing the tranquilizer darts from my body with one paw, I scooped her into my body with the other. I began to run down the hallways, charging through glass, busting through doors, and madly attacking people to find my way out. It was all one massive minute of red to me in my mind, and all I thought about was my need to escape and be free. To be free.
My loud growling continues, having long started before they even entered my hallway. That's right- my hallway. There isn't any other being on this floor- I was too much for the prey to handle. I still am.
I see two of the coats dragging a young, black-feathered, and winged female body. I catch my breath. I've seen her before. She passes by my cell at least twice a day.
I see tears in her eyes. I see her bruises. I see the coats slightly smirking. And I see myself, my own wrists and ankles bound to the wall, doing nothing. It's one thing to cage an animal; it's another to break its spirit.
I look out the clear plexi-glass wall of my cell and the clock tells me it's 6:02 p.m. I feel a slight tingle of change vibrate down my spine. I decide it's time to do something. My anger, my hate, and my instinctive mind take over as I become a shadow. Black polished fur sprouts from my Caucasian skin, my shoulder blades snap backwards, and my gut is suspended in the middle between my front paws and my back legs. My skull narrows and my teeth lengthen. A tail forms and my hands thicken and claws split from were nails once were. Half-way into the transformation, the change stops and lingers.
The shadows of the coats and the girl disappear from my view. I hear her wail and whimper as they kick her again to her feet. My nose wrinkles in distaste as I look at my metal bindings. I give them one good yank, and they snap from their anchors in the wall. With a beastly roar that shakes the building's foundations, I pummel myself into the plexi-glass wall and shatter it.
The coats look at me in a frozen moment of surprise. I got up off the floor and the messy remains of the wall, shaking the momentary pain out of my head. I see the girl's blue eyes and I watch her as she stares at me. But all she does is look at me with a blank stare. She is not afraid.
The higher-up coat shouts, the first to wake-up from his frozen reverie, and snaps the second into attention. He smashes a glass compartment on the side of the wall, setting off an alarm that echoes in my ears and makes me yowl in pain. He pulls out a tranquilizer gun and fires, getting me in the neck. I lash out instinctively from the pain and my claws shred right through his cloak and into his flesh, spinning him around. He fires two more shots into my chest, but all he's doing is maddening the beast. I slash at him again and this time he's down for good.
The second reaches for the gun, but the intelligent part of me knows I have to deal with him before he gets to it. I grab him with one swipe of my black claw and bite him, shaking my head back and forth so my teeth sear through and destroy the prey's soft white belly. But the taste of his blood in my mouth burns my tongue and I spit the body out before anymore of the red liquid could make its way down my throat.
Suddenly, I feel like someone spun my world around. I shake my head to straighten it out, but it seems to spin faster. I try to bring both of my paws to my head but my muscles seem sluggish. I knew that it would only be a matter of seconds before I was a giant sleeping kitty.
I felt a cool, sober touch on my arm and looked down to see what it was. A mass of red curls and the bluest eyes filled my vision.
"Please," the black winged girl pleaded, "Help me."
I felt the sluggishness of the drugs seep away.
"You're the only one who can help me," her voice in my head said. "They want to hurt me. Please, help me get away from them. Please?"
In her eyes I could not move, and with her voice in my head my animal instinct froze. Who was this girl?
My instincts buzzed in the back of my head. Footsteps- running, coming this way. I felt the girl slump in my arms and instinctively knew she was unconscious. Tearing the tranquilizer darts from my body with one paw, I scooped her into my body with the other. I began to run down the hallways, charging through glass, busting through doors, and madly attacking people to find my way out. It was all one massive minute of red to me in my mind, and all I thought about was my need to escape and be free. To be free.