Disclaimer- I do not own J.K. Rowling or any of her work. Even though I do wish I owned Remus.(G-R-O-W-L...Sexy beast :) The only thing I own is my imagination that came up with this.
Author's notes- I came up with this story during the week of my school Finals. I finished writing this when I was supposed to be studying. Oh well, I still passed all my classes...I think.
The concrete floor was cold to his paws. The creature wanted out, he wanted freedom. There were people outside, victims that he wanted to kill.
There was no way out as the time passed by. He tried to claw his way through the steel walls, but he failed. The only thing he could do was to relieve his feral mind by hurting himself. His long sharp teeth sliced through his skin on his right arm.
He let out a howl, the time was to come when the wolf would go back into the dormant mind of the man. The creature's body transformed slowly back into the shape of a man. His head was turning fast and when it did it hit the steel of the walls. Blood slowly poured from one of his temples. Blood oozed through his cuticles of his fingers. Long scratches were on his back.The young man laid in the fetal position holding his side. His sweat poured from his pores into his gashes. It burned.
He opened his eyes, but the darkness was to strong. His body drowned in it. The pain was to unbearable to withstand. He would need every bit of his strength to handle what he would be experiencing tomorrow.
Makes you wonder huh?
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