Chapter 4: Iron Bars
Conan's POV
Looking at the bars again, I couldn't help the feeling of regret and loss. I was trapped. A shiver of fear raced its way down my spine. Why hadn't I connected the clues that were already there?
Vermouth, blonde, and had always seemed to have a soft spot for me and Ran that just wasn't natural. The way she moved that screamed grace and pose. The Were-Wolf from my memories come to life.
Now I am in the hands of those I fight to bring to justice. This was like some wild thing cut from my worst nightmares. They were Were-Wolves. Vermouth had been the one to turn me all those years ago.
Why? Why were they doing this to me. Taking away my choices. I wasn't allowed to be normal.
'Hush.'
The voice set me back against the wall as far as my chain would allow. Vermouth stood at the edge of my cage a large blonde presence. Her form was human for now. Her eyes looking into me.
'Hush my little one, Martini.'
I heard her in my head. It was the wolf of her.
"Stay out of my head!" I yelled trying once more to have the wall at my back. The chain wouldn't allow me to have that.
"I'm not in your head sweet little Martini. It is a bond. A bond made when one wolf makes another. You're my child Martini." Vermouth growled at the bars.
"I am not." I said.
Looking at her as someone walked into the cage. I knew him to be the Were-Wolf that attacked Tomoko. Rum. M mind supplied. His eyes smiled.
"Pup you will learn respect. The hard way." Rum said tossing me the keys to my chains.
"Don't hurt him to much, Lover." Vermouth said.
I had caught the keys and watched in morbid fascination. I had never seen a Were-Wolf change before. Watching didn't make me want to change in front of anyone, ever. The darkening of the eyes, the tensing of the shoulder muscles.
The way the back snapped as the man became one with his inner terror. The snapping and popping of bones and tendons. The way the hands fisted into something much stronger steadier. The cloths tore as the dark brown fur spread.
The mouth and nose combining into a long narrow muzzle. A tail billowing out behind him. It was almost sickening watching a human becoming something different. The dark eyes glared at me. I could see why Megure wanted to make sure.
I could see the insanity, the bloodlust. I quickly unlocked my chains. I did not want to be killed in my human form. The wolf wanted a fight. Some deep instinct demanded it be met.
Rum was the Alpha here and so far in my life I had been Alpha of my own home stead. Tossing the chain off my feet. I jumped to the side as Rum spent little time waiting. The wall had cracks spreading from the impact of the blow.
I had been lucky. I changed into my wolf half. I could almost hear the snaps of my own bones. Rum's eyes had gained a red tinge that sent more shivers down my spine.
That look was no longer human. It was animal in nature. A creature not quite beast not quite monster. It made me fear this was what they wanted me to be. A beast of inhuman origins. It was sick.
I jumped aside once again as a jaw of teeth narrowly missed me. I had no choice but to fight. I faced Rum. I knew I would be tested again soon.
The dark wolf turned ready once again to lunge at me. I faced him. A narrow miss again as I once again bit at his hind leg. My arm hurt a bit at the movement. I was still injured. I couldn't use my speed or power with my injury.
'Lesson one pup. Every action that is not the one I or your mother wish will be punished.' Rum said.
My eyes widened he was just getting back at me for hurting him earlier. Damn it. My arm twisted unnaturally and the pain was unimaginable.
Rum laughed his jaws hanging open. This was torture. Not a lesson pure torture. Rum didn't even bother lunging this time just stepped up to me and his jaws clenched my broken forearm.
I whined as his teeth bite into me. I could hear the snapping. It hurt like hell. Blood ran down to my paw. I cried out.
Rum released and stalked away becoming human leaving the wolf behind. But I could still see it in his eyes. Waiting.
I gasped in air as I became human again the cold stone floor chilled my body. This was insane. I had to get out. But I couldn't move a hand was on my shoulder keeping me down.
'Little wolf, I will break you.' Rum said.
I froze feeling his hand pinning me down harder. Another hand pulled me to face him. His eyes darkish brown with tints of red even now. His form hidden by the darkness. But I knew he was as bare as I was.
This was not going good. Rum chuckled seeing my eyes widen.
"All here are mine and I will make sure you know it." Rum said looking into my eyes.
I tried not to show fear. Even though I knew what was going to happen….
Normal POV
Ran stared at Megure. It couldn't be true. Conan a Were-Wolf.
She didn't want to hear this it was wrong. Conan wasn't a killer, wasn't some mindless animal.
"He ran. Ran-chan if he comes here. Don't trust him." Megure said placing a hand on her shoulder as she cried.
No, she wasn't listening. He wasn't he couldn't be. The tears fell faster. All this time. If that was true what about Shinichi?
Megure retreated outside talking to Takagi and Satou. They were to protect her, Ran sucked in a breath. Protect her from what, mindless fears. She knew she feared all things supernatural.
Conan, Conan wasn't supernatural. Maybe it was because she often thought he was Shinichi and if that was true. Shinichi was a very gentle person. There was no way Shinichi or Conan could be the monsters of legend. It wasn't who they were.
Whether Conan truly was Shinichi or a scared little boy fearing what the world might think about how different he was. She wouldn't fear him either of them.
With a strength many people knew her for. She made a promise to herself and silently to Shinichi.
'I will never leave you.'
Ran looked back at the door it was closed, but she could hear them outside. Megure and her protective detail. She wouldn't stand for this. A child or her childhood friend was out there terrified.
Ran moved back towards Conan's room were the window was still open. Ran opened it wider and slipped outside where she easily maneuvered over to the fire escape.
Ran climbed down the rest of the way. Now if she was going to find Shinichi or Conan she would need some help. She wasn't sure what she was thinking as she headed towards the sight of the next Kid heist…
Conan shivered. Pressed firmly under his new bed. He didn't want to think about it. It only made him hurt more.
Shivering again he looked out to the empty bars. Vermouth and Rum left awhile back. Conan could still smell his blood on the floor.
He wouldn't be allowed the warmth of covers or clothes until he called Vermouth Oka-san and Rum Otou-san.
He wasn't going to call them anything. Rum was a monster. Vermouth was a rat.
Conan backed up more into the dark corner under the bed. Tears spilled unwillingly from his eyes.
God he hoped Ran was okay. The Organization was known to leave none behind. And he had Ran and Kogorou.
They'd be fine. Conan hugged his knees tears coming down his checks. She had to be fine...
The Detective Agency was quiet. When Kogorou got home. Looking around for his daughter or the brat. He didn't see anyone.
He shrugged before heading inside...
The explosion rocked the street as the fire hungrily snapped at the other building close by.
The firemen weren't able to stop it until night body blackened beyond recognition was pulled from the building.
A block away Gin smiled while taking a cigarette out of his mouth. he took out a phone and texted.
'The deed is done. No witnesses.'
Gin closed it after sending it. And drove away from the smoking remains of the Detective Agency...
