Locked Away Lycan

Chapter 2

A few days later I think I've already started to crack the new guy who I learned his name is Mike and I think he might be a vampire but I'm not completely sure. It's hard to tell what race the guards are cause they wear a masking perfume and if they belong to a race that has certain characteristics they hide it but I'm pretty sure I saw fangs poke out when I 'accidentally' cut myself with one of my claws, actually I was trying to figure out what he was so I cut myself to see if he would have any reaction to blood which he did. "Alright crazy pants time to get up, you have a visitor." Larry booms from outside the door. Removing my arm off my face I furrow my brows in confusion, why the f**k do I have a visitor and why am I allowed to see them? In fifty years I've never once had a visitor unless you count the council that shows every once in a while to see if my mental state has improved. Not wanting to question it too much I lazily sit up and get off my uncomfortable metal bed with a thin mattress. "Put some actual clothes on." He commands as he notices I'm wearing only a tank top and panties like usual. Huffing out a sigh I grab the ugly orange jumpsuit that's carelessly throw in a corner and step into it then zip it up. I grimaced at the itchy low quality material the jumpsuit is made out of, I get it that prisoners are meant to suffer but you'd think they would get something of higher quality so it would last longer.

Making my way to the door I immediately stick my wrists out of the small bars, he puts cuffs made of the strongest metal in the world on me tightening them way tighter than they should be causing the harsh metal to dig into my skin turning my wrists red. Mike gives me an apologetic smile as he injects something into my arm that drains out most of my energy and calms me down so I won't go crazy and try to kill someone. Waiting a few minutes to make sure the medicine settles into my system Larry opens the door putting even more cuffs on my arms almost up to my elbows while Mike shackles my ankles so I can't make a run for it. "Is it a council leader?" I tilt my head in question, those bastards would be the only ones to come see me but usually they come down to my cell to speak to me, they are afraid to let me take even a step outside of the square metal room but some of the members are a little braver and will have me brought to a visitation room.

"Shut up and walk." Larry sneers as he roughly pushes me forward, I fight with everything in me to suppress a fierce growl not wanting to show a hint of aggressiveness in front of Mike til I manage to get him to completely fall for my act.

"Aren't we supposed to blind fold her?" Mike asks seemingly confused that someone considered so dangerous will see the way around this awful prison. Nearly all prisoners are blindfolded when they are going to some part of the prison the guards don't want them to know.

Larry shakes his head no. "No point, she already knows her way around the place due to all the council visits she used to get for the first ten years she was here, she memorized the hallways even with a blindfold on, now this pathetic being gets a visit from a member maybe once a year." Both men then grab a hold of my arms and direct me down the long dim corridor.

After a series of unlocking doors, going up stairs and tons of turns we make it to a single room that I'm all too familiar with. Larry opens the door and shoves me in. My eyes squint under the harsh brightness of the lights that's nowhere nearly as dim as the isolation wing. Adjusting my sight I look around at the small room that reminds me of an interrogation room but instead of all dark and dingy looking it's bright with white walls and floors, a large two way mirror takes up an entire wall, there's an intercom and a single table with a very large muscular man sitting down. My head tilts in curiosity of who this strange man is, taking a big whiff of the air I can tell he's a werewolf and for some reason that doesn't settle well with me. I'm quickly ripped out of my thoughts as Larry impatiently pulls me forward towards the metal table, it's like everything in this place is made of metal. Once at the table I obediently sit down and place my arms on the table allowing Larry and Mike to attach chains made into the table to my many cuffs, a routine I got used to long ago. Once done they hesitantly leave the room and stand guard outside but not before Larry can give me a warning glare.

The man and I make eye contact and I feel the strong aura of arrogance coming off of him, having no clue as to who he is I just blankly stare at him not knowing what to say since I have no idea as to what he could possibly want to talk to me about. After a few minutes of silence he clears his throat and finally speaks. "I'm the new werewolf king." He states with a voice showing off his power, internally I roll my eyes, this i***t surely didn't come here to let me know he's a new king. I say nothing causing him to speak again. "Crystal I came here with a proposition for you." This automatically has my attention.

Sitting up in my chair I lean forward with amused eyes and brows raised in question. "Proposition? What kind of proposition could anyone have for an insane murderous lycan?"

At my expression his eyes twitch from the lack of respect. "I spoke with the council leaders about you and I believe you could be a good asset, I want you to come stay at my main home." I manically laugh at this, why the hell would someone want me to live anywhere outside of this prison and especially in their own home? I'm am uncontrollable killer who relishes in the pain and screams of others not to mention how much I love to have anyone's blood on my claws.

"You can't be serious!" I continue laughing at the idiotic wolf.

He then growls slamming a fist down on the table making a small dent in the metal. "I'm f*****g serious! I spoke to the council about trying to make it a form of rehab for you, you'll be around the minimum amount of people that would be guards for the most part, under strict supervision, no free roam around the place but it'd still be more free than being locked in an isolation cell, also there's plenty of rogues that trespass. Rogues love trying to start wars on the king's territory."

The mention of rogues makes me snarl showing off my canines that unintentionally elongated, the werewolf king smirks liking my reaction. I really want to rip his face off as he smugly leans back in his chair crossing his arms over his chest looking slightly amused. A growl leaves me. "Has the council mentioned how my lycan not only has blood lust for rogues but now for every living being?" Before being locked up my lycan and I only wanted to kill rogues now we want to kill anyone we can get our hands on cause we've been denied rogue blood for so long and due to a ten year killing spree I can take down just about anyone including a pathetic werewolf king.

"I'm aware, the council leaders made that very clear when I tried convincing them to release you to me, they even showed me pictures of the guards you brutally murdered here, but I think if you get to go back to killing rogues then your blood lust will calm down to only wanting them dead. There's an almost unlimited supply of rogues between them trespassing and being captured for their crimes"

"What makes you think I won't try to rip your throat out?" I glare at him trying to fight off the urge to bite his hand that's within reach.

He snorts. "You won't have the chance, my warriors will keep you at bay plus I have some nifty inventions that'll prevent you from harming anyone aside from rogues and they also won't allow you to take one step outside of the territory." He then leans forward with a wicked gleam in his eyes and creepy smile. "Do you think you stand a chance against a king? We kings are the most powerful of our races we can kill anyone with the flick of the wrist."

Now it's my turn to snort. I've never liked kings, they are all so smug and arrogant thinking they are stronger and better than anyone else. Why anyone obeys their ruling is baffling to me. Almost every race has a king or queen of some sort that lays down the laws of all the leaders below them the races that don't have a single leader have their own council made up to make their laws. "You do know you are no king to us lycans and we are far more superior to you so it's possible I could be evenly matched against you if not stronger." I grit out as my claws start to grow.

His cocky facade crumbles as his smirk turns into a grim line, his nostrils flare like an angry bull cause everything I said is true and he knows it. Lycans don't follow werewolves we have our own sort of king but he's more like a head leader that actually listens to the requests of his people instead of being a dictator like the kings are, and even the weakest of lycans could probably take on a mature king and this dumb asshole is a young king whom I could easily kill. "Larry!" I shout ready to leave, in no time both guards are at my side unchaining me from the table and lifting me out of the chair. "I'll think about it." I smirk as I'm lead out of the room leaving the fuming king behind.

That wolf must be incredibly naive if he thinks he can keep a handle on a lycan especially one that has went insane when he has no authority over me and never will, only the supernatural council and the lycan leader can tell me what to do. Also I'm the daughter of a full blooded lycan alpha and Luna so I'm less likely to be intimidated by anyone and since my entire family was killed I'm technically an alpha now which means I have stronger abilities. Only one being in this crap world could hold power over me making me reluctantly submit which is my lycan leader.

On the way back to my cell I crazily hum and smile the entire time earning me quite a few eye rolls and growls from Larry and confusion from Mike, the poor stupid guy doesn't know if I'm crazy or just happy about my talk with the werewolf king. Reaching my small cell Larry unlocks and opens the door, my cuffs and ankle shackles are quickly removed then Larry forcfully shoves me into my cell hard enough that I fall and hit the hard metal floor. I swear the bastard better be glad he slammed the door shut before I got onto my feet or I'd tear his arms off. Getting onto my knees I snap my head in the direction of the door and glare at the barred window to see Larry highly amused at his actions while Mike is frowning. Deciding to not snarl or growl I force a fake tear down my face wanting all the pity I can get from the young guard Mike. They both quickly leave and when I'm sure they are out of ear shot my chest rumbles with deep growls as my body shakes in anger, holding back these emotions is incredibly hard and it won't be long til I snap and try my best to hurt someone hopefully it won't be Mike since he's going to be useful to me soon.