Chapter 3
The Kennel

-Note: "The Kennel" is the nickname of a prison in D.M.P.'s amazing story Sin of Lycaos. It is not mine, but I am using it. Please forgive me. (And go read Sin of Lycaos, its sooo good)

Pence slowly opened her eyes, and then shut them again as a bright light hit her face. She tried to move her arms to rub her eyes, but they wouldn't move, neither would her legs. Panicking, she opened her eyes and looked at the state she was in. Pence's arms and legs were bound tightly in chains on a cold metal table. The room she was in was very small; the once-white walls were stained with blood. Suddenly, a door opened and two people stepped in.

One was a man in his late forties, and the other was a woman about the same age; they both wore grey, stained robes. The man took out a leather bag and started going through it. Pence started hyperventilating,
"What happened! Where am I!" she said, her whole body aching.
"Shut your mouth, wolf!" snapped the woman. Pence was taken aback, 'Dear God, what happened last night!' she thought frantically. The man stepped forward with a needle in a syringe filled with blue liquid. Pence screamed as he moved towards her neck. The woman smacked her; Pence closed her moth and bit her tongue, trying to hold back tears. The man plunged the needle into her neck and forced in the liquid. Pence yelped, only to be smacked again.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed at the woman. The woman stepped forward looking like she was about to attack, but the man held his arm out to stop her. He then took scissors and cut up the seam of Pence's jeans, which had two holes in the side. Pence then realized how bad her left leg hurt. She watched in agony as the man took forceps and pulled two bloody objects from her leg.
"W-what are those?" asked Pence, shaking.
"Silver bullets," the man said calmly, "They had to shoot you twice before you stopped. Now they're having me remove them, and then Karen here will take you to your cell." he nodded at the woman, who smiled evilly.
"My cell?" asked Pence, startled.
"That's right," Karen said, "You got caught." seeing Pence's perplexed look, she laughed cruelly,
"You don't remember what happened, do you? Do you know anyone by the name Andrew Webb?" Pence thought for a minute,
"Andy…his real name must be Andrew…" she muttered. Karen nodded,
"Mr. Webb had a little run-in with a werewolf last night, and he got bitten. He's currently at St. Mungos in intensive care. Can you guess who that werewolf was?" she said, smirking. Pence shook violently,
No…" she whispered, starting to cry, "I didn't hurt anyone! I couldn't have…"
"Shut up, wolf. Come on," Karen flicked her wand a t the chains, which sprang away from Pence's limbs. She grabbed Pence roughly by the arm and led her down a hall with steel doors and many locks. She stopped at the last door and shoved Pence in; she then closed the door with a bang, locked it, and spoke through the small, barred window at the top,
"See you in seven months, kid." she said, and walked away.
Pence looked around the room, still sobbing. It was a large, stone room with high ceilings and a cold, stone floor. In the very middle of the ceiling, so many feet above her, Pence saw a barred window, letting in the sunlight from outside on that beautiful Christmas morning. She looked around some more to see that here was no bedding of any sort. In fact, there was nothing in the entire room except a toilet.
Pence limped horribly as she went over to a corner and pulled her knees in close to her chest.
"This can't be right…" she whispered to herself, tears pouring down her face, "I didn't bite Andy! I didn't bite anyone! I just want to go home," she laid her head on her knees, "Please let me go home…I didn't do it…please, please, please…" she repeated this for hours until she finally cried herself to sleep.