Locked Away Lycan

Chapter 1

"Good morning crazy." A new guard almost mocks as the slot in the big metal door to my cell is opened and tray of disgusting prison food slides in. Getting up off the floor where I was sprawled out like a star fish I skip to the door humming where the guard is looking at me through the small bared opening roaming his eyes up and down my body. I'm supposed to be wearing some ugly orange jumpsuit with a tank top underneath but nope I'm just wearing the tank top and panties, they quit trying to get me to wear the jumpsuit after a year of me refusing. Making it to the barred opening I grab onto the small bars making the guard take a cautious step back eyeing me warily, I bat my thick lashes flirtatiously then seductively lick my lips. His eyes widen and fill with lust as he gulps watching my tongue. My lycan cackles in my head at his reaction, a reaction I'm quite used to receiving.

"Hey! Back away from the door!" The guard startles as another guard marches over. His gaze goes back and forth between the new guard and I. "I told you she's crazy and ignore anything she may do." He then narrows his eyes at me. "She's been working that flirty sexy act for fifty years somehow a lot of men and women fall for it, can't tell you how many she's nearly killed by reaching through those bars and she has indeed managed to convince quite a few to actually enter the cell. She's a crazed lycan that will rip your throat out without a second thought and happily bathe in your blood." My lycan purrs at the thought of having warm sticky blood on my hands making a shiver of excitement run down my spine.

I growl then roll my eyes as the new guard takes a few more steps back as a terrified looks crosses his features. "Don't ruin my fun." I grit out to Larry the old guard then flick my gaze to the new guard putting on a fake sweet smile. "I'm not that dangerous big boy I can't even fully shift." A huge lie, I'm considered one of the most deadly creatures alive which is why they put me in the most secured prison in the world.

This makes Larry scoff and cross his arms over his chest. "She wasn't here long maybe a week or two at most before we had to have a witch take away her shifting ability, we have to have a witch come once a year to do the spell on her but she can still extend those razor sharp claws and canines, which she will gladly use to savagely mutilate your body." Smirking I elongate my claws, catching the attention of the new guy I sexually run my tongue up one claw then suck on the tip. "Act like she doesn't exist unless she asks for books or something to keep her f****d up mind occupied." The new guard raises his brow in question at this, in this prison nobody gets anything to keep themselves busy, this place is meant to let the most dangerous criminals rot away, I however am a special case. "Those at the top don't want her to get any crazier than she already is from being in isolation so she's allowed to have books, has a tv screen made into the wall that she can't bust to try to make some kind of weapon out of and has a music system, she can't be let out to socialize with other prisoners so they allow these privileges, also they hope it may help with bringing her sanity back. Oh she can also have whatever supplies she wants as long as it's not any type of pencil just things like crayons and pastels that she can't use as a weapon." This shocks the new guard, it's shocking to learn I'm a permanent prisoner in the isolation wing and even more shocking that I actually have privileges. Once I had a lot more privileges, there was tons of things I could have for some kind of hobbie but being the crazed lycan I am, I made weapons out of pencils, pens, paint brushes, knitting needles, yarn, rubber bands and more.

"What exactly did she do to end up here?" I don't know whether to be upset he asked this question or happy, I'm one of the most noturious serial killers to ever live but if he's too stupid to know that I could easily turn the information given to him into a sob story or there'd be a small chance he's stay the f**k away from me.

"She viciously murdered who knows how many innocent rogues, being a rogue isn't a crime but she decided they all deserved to die just cause of what they are." Larry's eyes hold pity for the dead rogues which pisses me off but if I want to play the new guy I can't show how angry I am at just the mention of those vile creatures. Nobody kills them until they try to kill someone or trespass onto werewolf or lycan territory, if they were all hunted down then the supernatural world would be much more peaceful. While Larry is keeping his eyes on the guy I force tears to fill my eyes hoping to earn a little pity silently letting the new guy know there's more to the story. Larry has been here the entire time I've been locked up and not once told someone my full story fearing they would feel some sort of sympathy to me.

"She's a lycan?" The new guy doesn't take his eyes off me as I allow a single tear to roll down my face.

Larry sighs in frustration at the question. "Yes that's the only reason she's still alive."

The new guy furrows his brows. "She's immortal then, does that mean she's locked up for all eternity?"

Larry seems a little more frustrated, he hates when someone asks questions about me. "If she gets deemed as sane then they'll release her in hopes she'll procreate with some unfortunate male since her kind's numbers are so low. Why are you asking so many questions?" At the last sentence he narrows his eyes in suspicion.

"Well if I'm going to be down here I would like to know what I can about everyone who comes in and out of here so I'll know what I'm dealing with." Larry's suspicion instantly vanishes as he nods his head in understanding, it's always good to know what you're dealing with but I don't like it, it slims down my chances of having them come anywhere near me.

"Just remember she's literally insane and ignore any s****l advances from her cause it's all just a scheme, she will pull all kinds of tricks to reel you in then most likely kill you."

The new guy nods with wide fearful eyes before taking his gaze off me and starts pushing the food cart full of trays for the other prisoners quickly disappearing out of what little I can see of the hallway. Snapping my head to Larry I bare my canines at him making an amused smile cover his smug face. "Sorry but I can't let anyone fall for your tricks." He then steps closer to my cell while making sure he's out of my reach cause I'd slit his throat in a second. "You can bare your teeth at me all you want cause you're stuck in that tiny metal room and will always be stuck there you psychotic bitch." He spats, a vicious snarl leaves me as I feel my eyes flicker gold. "Oh how scary." Larry laughs then walks off. One day I'll get out of this hell hole and he will be the first being I come after, I bet his blood will be one of the most delicious things I've ever tasted. After fifty years of putting up with his s**t I can just imagine how amazing it'll feel to have his blood on my claws and running down my face from it seeping out of my mouth. The thought is so enticing I nearly moan.

Excitement feels my body as all the different scenarios of murdering the large man go through my mind, turning away from the door I happily skip to the music system made into the wall, I find the song I'm looking for then hit play. I happily sigh as I lay on the cold hard ground instead of my bed putting both hands behind my head, having one knee up and my other leg crossed over top of my knee then sing to the Bring Me The Horizon song that fits me perfectly, Happy Song. Nothing better than something named that and mentions being f****d up in the head, a void inside you and saying I'm better off dead, I have the voice of an insane lycan in my head a huge void from losing every person I ever loved and honestly I am better off dead but I can't die until I destroy every single rogue on this planet.

Several hours later when I hear the food cart rolling down the hallway I quickly go to a corner of the room, sitting down I pull my knees to my chest and place my hands over my face then force myself to sob. I like to start putting my sympathy plan into motion the first day a new gaurd starts working. Knowing the new guy is almost to my cell to get my untouched breakfast tray and replace it with a lunch tray I start crying out things about why did everyone have to leave me and how much I miss them all blah blah blah, I keep everything I'm saying in a low voice but loud enough for the guard to hear me wanting him to think I'm just some heartbroken being and not a heartless mass murder.

Truthfully there are a couple days a month when I'm not completely dead and deranged on the inside and the memories of my short time with Jared floods into my mind and I will actually cry and scream for him, the despair is so heavy it's unbearable. I usually end up spending the entire day in my bed clutching at my chest feeling my shatter heart til I fall asleep. When the door slot opens I fake my sobbing a tad bit more as the trays are being switched out, looking up I make eye contact with new guy then start wiping at the falling tears appearing as if I'm ashamed to be caught in such a vulnerable state, as a hint of pity flashes in his eyes I turn my back to him, a wicked grin covers my face. He might be easier than I thought to get wrapped around my finger.

Hmm... should I play around with guy for a little while then kill him or just straight up rip his throat out as soon as I get my hands on him? I ponder as I munch on a candy bar that was very graciously placed on my tray. The days I have breakdowns it's ordered by Larry to give me some sort of treat and I have no idea why, maybe the i***t guards think it'll magically cheer me up, oh well not like I have a problem getting junk food that tastes a hell of a lot better than prison slop. Larry knows the difference between my fake crying and real tears, once I overheard him telling a guard my sobs are the most heart wrenching thing he's ever heard, said it's almost like he can actually feel my pain. He may be a d**k and hate my guts but occasionally he does feel a little pity for me. Maybe if I come up with some kind of new tactics I can breakdown Larry so he'll eventually take one step too close one day, that sure as hell would cheer me up. My lycan flashes images in my head about all the different ways she'd kill Larry and they are heavenly to see.

If the prison owners were smart they would put me in a room that has no small barred window on the door and no way for me to communicate with the guards, you'd think after countless of deaths I've caused they'd wise up but nope they are all idiots. Oh well their stupidity gives me chances to satisfy my blood lust as well as s****l desire. I can't wait til the I day I'm free, I'll bring hell on earth to full fill all my cravings and desires and I have a strong feeling it's only a matter of time til I'm out of here.