Okay, this is short 'cause when I right the stories, it seems longer. Hehe. The story is going to be different from the book because I don't remember everything and I might need to re-read it.
Chapter 4
I woke up to find Wisteria and Whitford gone. Sighing, I pulled myself up and stretched. No emotion stirred in my gut, and I didn't care. Today, I was going to be free.
I paced around my cell and two officers came by. One opened the cell door and they handcuffed me. Not fighting, I followed, my head held high. They threw me into the van and laughed cruelly. Today was the day I was going to be judged. The ride was rough and I threw myself at the doors, starting to panic. I hate closed spaces.
Slamming in the doors, I slumped down and gave up, for now. The officers dragged me out and into the court room, full of angry faces. My head held high, the officers tossed me into a cage. The judge looked like he needed a chill pill BIG time. He glared at me with cold, hard, evil eyes. Normally, I would have done a smart move and bow my head, showing no threat. But, of course, I had to look at him right in the eye.
He screeched, "WITCH! YOU DIE NOW IF YOU TRY TO CURSE ME!" Snickering, I rolled my eyes and retorted, "Last I checked, you and all the other paranoid people believed that witches could only do curses with wands." Whoops; had to hit a raw nerve. Then again, that crazy dude that calls himself a judge has a lot of short, raw nerves. He snarled, "SHUT UP WITCH!" He raised his mallet, threatening to throw it, and I flinched away, pulling my arms up to my chest to protect myself. Opening one eye, I saw the judge snicker and place the mallet down.
Stupid! NEVER show weakness to these murders! I cursed myself silently and let my arms fall to my sides. Harding my face, and stared into the judge's angry eyes, once again, a stupid move. The officers grabbed me, literally, into a death hold. I howled in pain and snapped, "Let go of me you big Neanderthal!" Swinging my leg around, I hit one officer in tenders, and he dropped me, cursing in a quite colorful language. Anger boiled in my gut and I snapped my jaw on the other officer's hand, hardly. The people and judge where screaming their heads off, which would've been funny if the cries weren't directed at me.
The officer let me go and I took off running. I murmured the chant and changed into a large wolf. Throwing my body at the doors, they flew open and I raced on. I leaped over the gate and kept running. The feeling of wind in my fur, all four paws running on the ground, building up speed, is a wonderful feeling. The screams soon died down as I ran further away. Slowing to a stop, I turned and looked. The officers where running after me. Baring my teeth, I raced on, never looking back.