Okey Dokey, guys. Happy Monday :) I don't have a tonne up stuff to say, so heres the next chapter.
Chapter Three, In which chapter- dear readers- we go back 11 years...
She pulled the dark hood over her eyes, and got out of the truck. They were in a thick forest, 6 miles from their home.
Home.
The word resonated through her mind. She remembered the last glimpses of the sleeping form of her child as she'd silently crept out of their house. In a few months the child would be 5. And still she remained clueless. She didn't know why her parents had to take frequent trips into the forest. She didn't know what horrific events occurred once every month under the full moon. But that was what was best for her.
The woman's husband closed the truck door with a thud and walked around to the boot of the car, to retrieve the cage. They had lugged the iron prison into the back of the truck before they had left. It was big enough to hold two fully grown men, and strong enough to hold three bulls. The bars had been bent out jaggedly, and the bulky padlock had indents and scratches scattered over its surface. This was the outcome of exactly one month ago
The night was just about to begin; a thick layer of clouds still hanging over the dark blue sky. It wouldn't be long before they subsided, which gave them little time.
Her husband had a painstaking expression. He hated this. She hated it as well. But there was no other way. Tears began to roll down the woman's cheeks, as she gave her husband one last hug. It was strong and desperate. She didn't want to let go, but he pushed her away anyway.
"We can't wait any longer. The Change is beginning soon." He said, wiping her tears from her cheeks with his rough thumbs as he held her face in his palms. He moved the cage away from the truck and crawled inside.
Crying silently, the woman reached into her shirt and pulled out a large key attached to her necklace. She bent down to the cage, and shut its door. Now she was weeping, winding the chain around the bars to secure the gate as much as she could. She attached the padlock, then locked it with her key.
The bitter silence surrounded them, as the man clung to the bars. He was sobbing to himself, trying to hide his face from his wife so that she wouldn't see.
"It needs more chain," he choked. "If I get out I'll-", he let out a loud sob, "It- The cage needs more chains."
The women nodded, and turned back to the truck. She walked behind it and threw the blanket off of where they kept the extra chains. The woman gasped. "What are you doing here?" She asked in shock. There was a small blond girl, curled into a ball in between the thick silver chains. Her daughter had followed them to the forest. She had hidden in the back of the truck.
"Get in the car!" She yelled urgently to the girl. She needed to get her child as far away as possible.
"Mummy? Why are you putting daddy in a cage?" The young girl asked in wonder.
"GET IN THE CAR!" The woman yelled in terror. But it was all too late. The clouds had rolled away, and a full moon lit up the sky. The woman turned to her husband. "The Change" had already begun.
He let out a loud groan, which escalated into a roar of agony. His jaw cracked forward, and began to grow out into a long snout. His back hunched over, and he was thrown onto his hands and knees. He was screaming, his body expanding and growing musclier and bulkier. Long claws erupted from his fingers, and his clothes tore off of his body.
"Mummy!" squealed the young girl in fright. "What's happening?" She jumped out of the car, trying to run to her father's aid.
She clung to the bars of the cage. "Daddy! Daddy!" She cried, sobbing bitterly. But there was nothing she could do. Her father's roars of pain had stopped. He
had already mutated. He had changed into a wolf-man, under the full moon.
The young girl held her breath. "Daddy?" She asked cautiously.
The creature in the cage whimpered. The night was reduced to silence, and the older woman ran to her daughter.
"Get away, child! Get away!" She pulled her daughter away from the cage, and threw her into the truck.
The monster in the cage roared fiercely. It began to pound at the gate of the cage like its life depended on it. He smelt flesh, and this wolf was hungry. He tore at the chain with his claws, until they bled. The chain broke away from the cage door, and the monster began to bite on the padlock savagely and it fell uselessly to the ground. The wolf leaped from the cage, landing on the hood of the car.
All the woman could do was watch in utter excruciation as the wolf smashed his fist through the windshield, sending glass everywhere, and cutting the young girl inside. She squealed as the wolf grabbed her, and sunk its teeth into the girl's neck.
The older women recovered from her shock and picked out a crow bar from the back of the truck. She swung it as hard as she could over the head of the monster. There was a loud crack, and blood was sent splattering all over the woman. The wolf dropped the screaming child and bellowed out in more agony. She ran to the monster and raised the crowbar high above her head, tears streaming from her eyes and down her cheeks, picking up the wolf's thick red blood as they fell. Although it almost broke her heart, she gave her husband one last hit over the head, and then raced to her car. The wolf's knees gave way and he rolled off of the car. She buckled the small girl in and then sped back out of the forest. As she drove away she could still hear the roaring pain of her husband. The sound of the sickening crack of his skull replayed in her mind. His body would heal quickly, but the pain would last much longer. She would pick him up in the morning.
She hoped three things:
One, That her husband wouldn't move from the spot where she had left him.
Two, That her husband wouldn't die, despite the damage to his skull.
And Three, That her child wouldn't now pick up her husband's disease.
It was unlikely that the last of the three would happen. She knew that, as she looked over to her daughter. The girl had passed out from the pain, but she needed to be taken to a doctor. The wolf's DNA would hopefully do some of the healing, but the child was losing blood quickly. It flowed out of the wound in her neck and all over the car. It just flowed and flowed. The woman stopped the car briefly and covered the wound with a thick bandage.
Even if the girl did survive this, the rest of her life would be a never-ending curse. She was now forever scarred.
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