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NOTE: gross child-sexuality in this chapter!
Chapter 45 – The Wolf
Nobody at the ward K10-3 was there for no reason. Almost everyone had had a more or less difficult childhood. Nobody was born a killer. Nobody chose to start see and hear things others don't.
But there were a few patients you could very hardly see to be sick or a victim.
And Koga was one of them.
Koga was born as the only child in a family of drug-addicted wolf-youkais. He was never loved, but grossly neglected and molested.
That one spring day, Koga was sitting on the floor in the middle of the apartment where he and his parents lived. He was all alone. Had been all since morning, when he woke up. He wasn't afraid of being alone – he was scared when his parents came home.
The boy felt so hungry. He was very thin and he had some bruises al around his body – even in places where there really shouldn't be.
He started looking for food. He did have the keen sense of smell he'd inherited from his parents – but the cruel fact was that there was simply no food in the apartment. But thank God there was the tap. The little boy jumped to the kitchen sink and started drinking.
And Koga drank. So much to fill his small, empty stomach. And then he could hear someone come in. It was his dad. Quickly Koga turned his face towards him. The man said nothing. He was carrying a plastic bag on groceries – and something else. Koga could smell it. Drugs. Heroin this time.
His dad threw the grocery bag against the fridge. Koga starteled at the bang and let out a whimper.
"Shut up you mutt", dad snorted. Then he emptied his pockets and took out a handful of pink pills.
It took about 10 minutes until dad was knocked out. He laid on the sofa with drool falling donw his cheek. Now Koga knew it was the moment. Quietly he tip-toed to the grocery bag. But he was still so little – only 4 – he couldn't read what they were nor knew how to cook. But it got worse: his mom came in. And when she saw her son at the bag...
"Hey! Get out of there!" she shouted. Koga backed off quickly and hid under the table.
"Why didn't you leave any for me?!" mom shouted dad, angry.
"I'm the one who paid for it!" dad shouted back.
"And I'm the one doing the whoring every fucking night just so that you get your pills!"
"I take the naked photos of that disgusting brat!"
"Go on then! We need more money to pay the debts."
"Koga! C'mere!" dad shouted. Koga was in the verge of tears. He knew what would happen next.
Dad turned on a video camera and started fiming the session. And it was completely disgusting. First, dad started groping this son. He licked him from here and there and started sqeezing his groin. Koga felt so uneasy he started sweating and whimpering.
But it got worse. Dad started to strip his son. Then something that only adults shound do, happened. Something insane. Sex.
After that was the ending time of this session – dad started beating Koga up.
"That's it", dad smiled as he turned the camera off. Koga was sitting on the floor, completely naked, bruises everywhere. These were the ways to get their money – child pornography and prostituition.
But then this one night came. Koga couln't take it anymore. He put on all the clothes that fit him. His parents didn't 'waste' their money for clothes for their child, so he wore old, tattered clothes from flea markets.
Not letting out a sound, Koga slithered out of the apartment's door and ran away as fast as he could. He jumped down the stairs and when he got out of the building, he turned his face to the stars and took a deep breath. He had no idea for how long it had been since he was outside.
Koga didn't know where to go. It was about midnight. He slouched the streets on the verge of tears. His stomach was grumbling so loud he could hear it. Should he go back home? At least he got one meal a day back there... No. He couldn't bare one another sex-session.
Finally he found a paper recycle bin. He opened it and jumped inside. He snugled under the wasted newspaper sheets. After a while he started hearing drips of rain on the cover. It got harder and harder, when suddenly he started hearing thunder rumbling. He curled up and held his tears back.
"Hello?" Koga heard a voice call as he woke up in the morning. "Hello? Is there anyone there?"
Koga opened the bin's cover a bit to see who spoke. It was a normal-looking man, talking to a phone.
"There's a child in a rubbish bin here... No, he's not a normal child...! Well, he's got pointy ears and a brown tail! What should I... But of course we have to... Please send someone here to pick him up... Yes... Okay, get here as soon as possible. Bye!"
Koga quickly put the cover down, trying to hide back in the bin. But soon the man opened it and looked him.
"And who might you be, young man?" he asked. Koga retreated a bit, too scared to say anything.
"You're all wet – and smell horrible!" the man said, trying to reach towards the wolf boy. First Koga tried to resist, but finally let the man grab him and lift out of the bin.
"So, I repeat – who are you? Where are you from? Where's your mommy and daddy?"
"I'm Koga... I dunno where I live... My parents are evil..." the boy mumbled.
"Evil?" the man raised his brow. "Have they done something not nice to you?"
"Yes... Daddy took my clothes and touched me from everywhere and did something I can't explain..."
After maybe ten minutes a black car drove to them. A rich-looking woman stepped out from the car. She closed the door and walked to them.
"So, this is Koga", the man introduced and pointed at the boy.
"Hello, Koga. My name is Marie, and I help children who don't have good parents."
Koga retreated a bit.
"We understand you're feeling uneasy or scared. But you don't need to be scared. We will take you a place where you get your own bed, five meals a day and lots of friends. Maybe a new family!"
For a while nobody said anything. Koga stared at the woman... When he finally took a step closer to her... Another one... And soon, she was standing right in front of her.
"Good boy. Now, get in the car."
The man opened the car's back seat's door and let him in. The car was like a taxi – very fine, black leather benches. Koga had never been in a car this neat.
Koga looked at the trees and houses going by. He could feel every meter they drove be further from that hell where he was tortured almost daily.
The car stopped in front of a quite big, red, wooden building. Koga was let out, and after locking the car, Marie escorted the boy inside.
As Koga walked the corridor, he could hear and even see other kids, from his age to late teens. He smiled. He knew his problems were over.
"Come here, Koga", Marie smiled and opened one door. Inside was a big room with dozens of bunk beds. "We have one whole bed free. You can choose either
the lower or higher bed!"
Koga sniffed around as he zigzaged betweed the beds. Then he found his bed – and jumped to the higher bed right away.
"Now, follow me, to the dining room!"
Now Koga held Marie's hand. She had gained his trust. Soon they arrived at yet another large room, with tables here and there. And now it was lunchtime!
"Go on, help yourself!" Marie smiled and gently pushed the boy into the room. Koga took a plate and saw macaroni casserole being served. Without hesitating a second, he grabbed the ladle and took a Huge portion of it. He marched to a table and sat down. There were three boys sitting there.
"Who are you?" one asked.
"... I'm Koga", Koga answered.
"Why are you in here?" another asked.
"My parents were evil."
"Ma' dad used to put his dick in my butt!" one shouted. "But ms. Marie saved me. I've been here for three years."
Koga sat still, all quiet.
Years went by. But Koga couldn't work out his horrible traumas from his childhood. The older he got, the more aggressive he got. And when he turned 11, he started being psychotic. He blamed the children's home nurses for trying to poison him, having guns in their pockets and following his moves with cameras. He got diagnosed with schizophrenia.
Day by day, taking care of the 12-year-old Koga got more difficult. And Koga himself felt uneasy with his delusions. So one night he ran away, never to return.
First, he got back to the city. He had no idea where he was going, where would he find food and shelter. He lived in his world of delusions.
Until one day, he met this man on the street. He was talking to him and finally offering him a small pouch of some white powder... But that smell of it made a memory in his mind wake up. The worst, most traumatizing momeries. Drugs. That made something happen in his head.
So he met different gangs of the streets, asking for a gun. It took a while – months – before he got it. One biker gang agreed to use their gun for one night. And that was enough for Koga.
He made his way to that cursed apartment house. And that one door on floor four. He was standing at one door, and finally knocked. After a while, a woman opened it.
She was pale and skinny, hair like it had never been washed. She stared at Koga for a while.
"Are you... Koga?" she wondered. "Oh! You've grown so mu-!"
BANG! BANG!
The woman's dead body collapsed at the door. Koga held the gun in his hand. It was shaking.
"What the fuck is goin' on in there?" shouted a man. He stepped out from the bedroom so that Koga could see him. "K-Koga?!" he stammered. "H-how?! How are you here? D-did you just...?"
Koga lift his gun up again, aiming at his father's forehead. But his father was fast and quickly ran away, locking up himself safe in the bathroom.
"Help! Police! My son shot his mother and tries to shoot me too!"
Koga ran in and started kicking and pounding the bathroom's door.
"Let me in so I can kill you!" he roared.
The police came – but too late. Being a youkai, a norman wooden door couldn't bear his strong kicks for too long. The police found the two corpses and the boy, who just stared at the policemen, not scared, no, actually he was grinning a little.
This led to a psychiatric assessment. The result was kinda obvious, when the people of the children's home told how Koga had got more delusional by year. He his diagnosis was paranoid schizophrenia.
And so, he was sent to K10-3. For how long, nobody knows.
