Chapter Five
Disclaimer: No never mine
Rating: PG-13


I glared at my capture. I had awoken to this cold, steel cage. Blood-my blood-slowly drying down my forehead. I reached up to rub my eyes.

Shit. Shit. Shit. He's gonna kill me. Skin me alive in fact.

I heard him puttering around in the back of the room, but I didn't turn around. I really didn't want to see what sharp and deadly objects he was preparing for tomorrow night's full moon.

Breathing in, I could smell his sent. It's funny, some people smell like flowers, or shampoo, or last night's dinner, but not him. Blood, and rage-that's what he smelled like.

I heard him walk back to my cage, "So kid, it's gonna be just you and me tomorrow night, and my gun and my knife and some chains. But anyway." Cain said as he approached my cage. "It's gonna be fun." Seeing the rage flicker in my eyes, he added, "Well, for me at least, not so sure about you." I remained silent, letting him gloat.

He stood there, thinking. Then walked off to go putter around the back of the room some more.