A/N: After writing and posting the first two chapters on slightly impaired reasoning with a dash of encouragement, things seem to be going well at least that more people favorited and/or followed this story than I expected so I will continue writing for as long as I can keep the muse around.
Chapter release schedule is maybe 1-2 chapters a week on the weekend when i have time, I do not have a beta reader so all the leftover grammar and spelling mistakes after editing are all on me please be patient, I dropped out of Uni so not the brightest haha
Special thanks to monkeyking1 this stories first favourite and follower as well as the first to follow me personally and special thanks to our first review sertzu89, cheers
Peace out
Start
With nightfall approaching the sun gives way to the stars as I patiently meditate the time away familiarising myself as much as I can with my more primal side. Deeming the time is right, well into the night I sneak out a side window out into the poorly illuminated city streets and begin making the trek to the warehouse I decided would be my first target. Taking care to stick to what light and safety is provided by the street lights as an untended 10 year old wandering these streets at this hour is just asking for trouble, scratch that anyone out at this hour works the night shift or is, up to something.
Coming into sight of the warehouse, I move into the shadows and scope out the exterior counting what guards I can see, two at the front with another having a smoke around the back, finding a gap between buildings, i sequester myself and poke and prod the bestial energy near my heart agitating it, its simmering state of calm quickly growing to a boil before suddenly rushing out with the feel of fire or boiling oil through my veins. I hunch over in pain as the change takes hold, the snap of bone and muscles tearing fills my being with monstrous pain as what feels like hours but in reality barely minutes go by before the pain subsides and the transformation is complete. A feeling of power rushes over me and the overwhelming urge to howl rises before my self control forces it back down my throat. Taking stock of myself I've grown almost double in size standing upright on digitrade hind legs, a thick coat of jet black fur covers me and my hands now sporting long sharp hardened nails. The remains of my clothes around me is a worry but I have a task to accomplish, eliminate the guards as quietly as possible before storming the warehouse. If all goes well I'll have plenty of time to feed and loot the place.
Moving quickly and quietly to the back of the warehouse to which the the smelly one is still puffing away i move quietly around and up the side of the building using my long arms and sharp claws to find or make handholds, in position above him, stinky finishes his cigarette and snuffs it out on his boot just as i come crashing down on his back flattening him, ending him by breaking his neck between my full weight on his neck against the ground. The snap is sickening but to the beast it was a well executed ambush, but the job is not done yet and feelings are to be processed later as I take a breath and harden my will.
Moving back up onto the warehouse stalking towards the front, lurking above the two guards I wait until they come within arm's distance of each other as they move around to stave off the chill and boredom. In position I repeat the manoeuvre of dropping down on the closest thug's neck killing him instantly before launching towards the second, my claws screaming towards his exposed throat, flesh parting with ease and a spray of blood before he could scream.
The ease of it all so far gets to me but I move toward the entrance to the warehouse. The doors are locked but a side door is unlocked, likely used by the guards when their shift changes.
Just stepping through the smell of dust and chemicals burns my nose as I stalk toward the area to the middle of the warehouse which is well lit with makeshift chemistry equipment looking to be cheap and easily set up or discarded. Several people work away at their stations while a couple of armed guards watch over them, their stance relaxed and small arms sheathed. With nowhere to hide or cross the room to take out the guards from stealth I put my speed to the test, lowering down on all fours, muscles bunched and breathing deeply, launching forward and over or through the lab equipment in a beeline towards those that are armed. The cries of the workers and the sight of a beast from nightmares tearing towards them they reach for their guns and panic fire blindly getting a shot off each before i'm onto them, claws leading the way tearing through the cheap synthetic clothing and rending flesh, the two guards fall quickly and the workers the smart ones that are running and those too shocked to move quickly fall to the beast before they can escape through the only unlocked exit, with no weapons they were easy prey.
With the small time drug lab busted, leaving broken equipment and dead bodies I move to a nearby corpse and use my sharp claws to disgustingly tear a heart out of his chest and swallow it whole biting back bile and praying that I didn't just eat someone for nothing. A rush of energy immediately enters my system bolstering my depleting reserves and slightly expanding them. With that sorted I quickly go about eating hearts trying my damndest to bury what i'm doing until later to deal with. Moving onto checking the storeroom at the back i find the packaged end product of their lab, a stack of drugs ready for distribution, ignoring that for the small stack of cash set to the side i quickly bundle it into one of their bags they have set aside and make my way back out into the dead of night before anyone comes to investigate the shots fired.
Rushing out into the night and scaling a nearby building I take a breather trying to calm down and push the images of what transpired to the back of my mind, feeling the beasts bloodlust sated and with a bag half full of cash in hand i decide to head back to the orphanage, sticking to the rooftops my powerful beast form flying over the gaps between buildings, scaling or descending buildings with ease before the orphanage comes into sight, manoeuvring to a building with an attached fire escape i begin corralling the primal energy inside back to my heart, the beast content slips back into place and with a final mental howl of a successful hunt goes back to its simmering calm, the transformation back into my human form almost unnoticeable in its smooth transition in my distracted state the lack of pain almost startling but buried beneath the bone tiring exhaustion and lack of energy of being human again, taking deep breaths trying to get some energy back I shiver just noticing how cold the autumn night is especially bare assed as I am.
Dragging myself to the fire escape i begin my descent to the ground and climb through the unlocked window to the orphanage locking it behind me and quietly making my way to my room, immediately putting on my most comfortable and warm pyjamas to stop the shivering and lessen the ache of my bodies muscles and bones, I check the bag and begin counting the cash. Taking time to sort by denomination i had just under 40,000 pounds in cash mostly in larger denominations as a lab would deal in bulk sales, a far bigger haul than expected for the size of the place and lack of guards leading me to believe this is just one of many supplying the seedier underbelly of London.
Squaring the cash away under the bed, a classic hiding spot, I finally settle down and think over what happened replaying the night and experiencing the emotions of the first kill in both lives, the sudden brutality and the taste, god the taste. Stumbling towards the bathroom and kneeling before the porcelain bowl I let loose bile and stomach acid, spending minutes dry heaving with tears in the eyes and a burning throat.
I feel a little better, purging my stomach as if accepting what I've done. I flush the toilet and rinse out my mouth at the sink before washing my face, looking into the mirror I feel as if I've gotten bigger, with a more angular face, taking off my top I compare this morning with now and my muscles have toned up a little as well as my height growing slightly an inch or less. Thinking that this is a result of my outing I can only hope that the changes stay slight as they are because I know tonight won't be the last.
Heading back to bed I get comfortable curled up under the blankets, my weary body fighting to drag me to sleep, I can only think this is just the start.
Chapter end