Forever Prison: Chapter 1: the Hammer, the Lover and the Wolf
"You son of a b***h!" she screamed. Pounding and pounding his body with a hammer. Even still, with the life drained from his body, she continued, with hatred. Tears stung her eyes. She collapsed onto the floor, and let her tears slide off her face, onto the floor.
"Why? Why did you have to do that to me?" she sobbed. "Why? Please! Tell me! Wake up and tell me!" she screamed into the dead man's ear. It was only two days ago that she found out. Flash back:
Willow cheerfully skips down the crypt stairs, bring Oz some coffee and food. She stopped suddenly. Only to see Oz and Veruca's naked bodies entwined. She dropped her gifts of food, and Oz's head poked up. "Willow" says Oz, desperately trying to understand what he had done. Although he knew.
"oh my God," was all Willow could choke out.
"I know what you saw. It's wasn't – I had to. I had to lock her in there with me" pleaded Oz
"I bet."
"She's like me, a wolf,"
"Well, I knew you two had a lot in common, but" Oz drew his hand toward her. "Don't touch me!" she cried and jerked back.
Still hopelessly to explain, "She was gonna hurt somebody. I didn't have a choice."
"But you did. You could've told somebody. Your solution, just put you two together in a room all night?" Veruca stood up, naked,
"girls got a point." She said, not caring for Willow pain.
"Leave," Oz said angrily.
"I'm just saying –"Veruca started
"Now!" he shouted. "I'm sorry, I know."
"I knew, you jerk. And you sat there, and you told me everything was fine? And that's as bad as... As..." salty tears began to sting Willow's eyes.
"I know how it feels. I remember." He said, remembering when he caught Willow and their friend Xander kissing.
"Oh. So what, this is payback? I had this coming?"
"No. It's not –"Oz began.
"Because I thought that was behind us. And you know, what happened with Xander, it doesn't compare. Not with what you and I had. Not with whatever you've been doing with her,"
"I don't know what Veruca and I have done. When I change, it's like, it's like I'm gone and the wolf takes over." Oz began to explain.
"But before this, when you were regular Oz, you had feelings for her, didn't you?" Willow asked.
"No. I could sense something, but..." he trailed off.
"But you wanted her... Like in an animal way? Like...More than you wanted me?" Willow had known this for a long time. Tears bursting out of her eyes, she runs off. Oz called after her, but it was futile.
In all of Willow's hatred for Oz and Veruca, she tried to curse them, but didn't succeed. Veruca caught her in the act, and tried to attack her as a wolf. Oz killed Veruca also as a wolf. He was planning on leaving the next morning, to find a cure, but Willow had called him over that night.
Willow soon passed out from crying, beside her dead lover's body.
Why am I on the floor? Willow asked herself as she raised her head of the burgundy carpet. Oh, no... no, no, no, no! She screamed in her head. She stared blankly at Oz's body. I remember now... She recalled the entire scenes of her beating his body to a bloody pulp. She smiled slightly, then frowned. She lifted herself up, walked to her kitchen, and grabbed some paper towels off of the counter. She returned and knelt down onto the carpet, and tried hopelessly to mop up the already dried blood. Willow sighed, and gave up as shreds of paper towel were left on the carpet. Willow stared at his body, wondering what to do. I bet I could teleport the body out of here. I couldn't do it whole... She picked up the hammer, and stood up. There was a short knock on the door, and it swung open.
"Hey Will!" cried a man's voice, Xander's voice. "What are you –"he was cut off by the lump in his throat. There was Willow standing over Oz's dead body with a hammer in her hand, ready to strike.
"Xander," she choked out.
"What the hell do you think your doing? Who did this?"
"I did"
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" he exclaimed and shook her.
"Get away from me!" Willow screamed and raised her hands. "Goddess, empower me..." she felt a stinging sensation as her head hurled o the left. Willow helf her hand to her red, hot cheek.
"Don't you dare! Willow, we've got to call the police! You killed Oz!" Willow shrieked and ran out of the house. Xander took a shaking hand and picked up a phone. "911 what is your emergency?" said the voice on the other line. "Yes, I'd like to report a murder," replied Xander's quaky voice.
"You son of a b***h!" she screamed. Pounding and pounding his body with a hammer. Even still, with the life drained from his body, she continued, with hatred. Tears stung her eyes. She collapsed onto the floor, and let her tears slide off her face, onto the floor.
"Why? Why did you have to do that to me?" she sobbed. "Why? Please! Tell me! Wake up and tell me!" she screamed into the dead man's ear. It was only two days ago that she found out. Flash back:
Willow cheerfully skips down the crypt stairs, bring Oz some coffee and food. She stopped suddenly. Only to see Oz and Veruca's naked bodies entwined. She dropped her gifts of food, and Oz's head poked up. "Willow" says Oz, desperately trying to understand what he had done. Although he knew.
"oh my God," was all Willow could choke out.
"I know what you saw. It's wasn't – I had to. I had to lock her in there with me" pleaded Oz
"I bet."
"She's like me, a wolf,"
"Well, I knew you two had a lot in common, but" Oz drew his hand toward her. "Don't touch me!" she cried and jerked back.
Still hopelessly to explain, "She was gonna hurt somebody. I didn't have a choice."
"But you did. You could've told somebody. Your solution, just put you two together in a room all night?" Veruca stood up, naked,
"girls got a point." She said, not caring for Willow pain.
"Leave," Oz said angrily.
"I'm just saying –"Veruca started
"Now!" he shouted. "I'm sorry, I know."
"I knew, you jerk. And you sat there, and you told me everything was fine? And that's as bad as... As..." salty tears began to sting Willow's eyes.
"I know how it feels. I remember." He said, remembering when he caught Willow and their friend Xander kissing.
"Oh. So what, this is payback? I had this coming?"
"No. It's not –"Oz began.
"Because I thought that was behind us. And you know, what happened with Xander, it doesn't compare. Not with what you and I had. Not with whatever you've been doing with her,"
"I don't know what Veruca and I have done. When I change, it's like, it's like I'm gone and the wolf takes over." Oz began to explain.
"But before this, when you were regular Oz, you had feelings for her, didn't you?" Willow asked.
"No. I could sense something, but..." he trailed off.
"But you wanted her... Like in an animal way? Like...More than you wanted me?" Willow had known this for a long time. Tears bursting out of her eyes, she runs off. Oz called after her, but it was futile.
In all of Willow's hatred for Oz and Veruca, she tried to curse them, but didn't succeed. Veruca caught her in the act, and tried to attack her as a wolf. Oz killed Veruca also as a wolf. He was planning on leaving the next morning, to find a cure, but Willow had called him over that night.
Willow soon passed out from crying, beside her dead lover's body.
Why am I on the floor? Willow asked herself as she raised her head of the burgundy carpet. Oh, no... no, no, no, no! She screamed in her head. She stared blankly at Oz's body. I remember now... She recalled the entire scenes of her beating his body to a bloody pulp. She smiled slightly, then frowned. She lifted herself up, walked to her kitchen, and grabbed some paper towels off of the counter. She returned and knelt down onto the carpet, and tried hopelessly to mop up the already dried blood. Willow sighed, and gave up as shreds of paper towel were left on the carpet. Willow stared at his body, wondering what to do. I bet I could teleport the body out of here. I couldn't do it whole... She picked up the hammer, and stood up. There was a short knock on the door, and it swung open.
"Hey Will!" cried a man's voice, Xander's voice. "What are you –"he was cut off by the lump in his throat. There was Willow standing over Oz's dead body with a hammer in her hand, ready to strike.
"Xander," she choked out.
"What the hell do you think your doing? Who did this?"
"I did"
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" he exclaimed and shook her.
"Get away from me!" Willow screamed and raised her hands. "Goddess, empower me..." she felt a stinging sensation as her head hurled o the left. Willow helf her hand to her red, hot cheek.
"Don't you dare! Willow, we've got to call the police! You killed Oz!" Willow shrieked and ran out of the house. Xander took a shaking hand and picked up a phone. "911 what is your emergency?" said the voice on the other line. "Yes, I'd like to report a murder," replied Xander's quaky voice.