SCOTT
759 Words
Where am I, what is this place, damn, it stinks.
Scott wondered where he was. The unfamiliar smell of horses and horse s**t filled his nose. His sharp sense of smell made it worse. He tried yelling but couldn't find his voice, it felt as though he had been atop his voice for days and his vocal box had nothing left to offer.
After a few seconds he felt his body thump against the ground.
was I hanging mid air just now
He raised his head to the face of a white donkey staring down at him. Nope, it was a horse. He could hear the heartbeat of the horse loudly as though it was on speaker. With each heartbeat he hears, the sensation of blood flowing through the animal's body gave him thrills, he wanted very badly to kill it and he felt powerful enough to do that in a single swoop.
why is everything in red
Scott jumped to his feet and the animal bolted making movements with it's mouth but no sound. Somehow, he knew he could catch up in a few leaps but a part of him was holding him back.
I don't even remember my name
He took slow steps outside the stable and he realized he could hear too many things at once. In a matter of seconds, he had his balance and listened to only what he wanted to hear, instincts, he thought. It was at that moment he picked up a loud voice yelling "Scott! Scott!!".
He took a few steps and he was already at the point where the voice came.
Scott..... that's my name...
The owner of the voice knew who he was and he had to find out.
why can't I remember a thing......
who am I
He stood behind a startled figure, woman.... it's a woman. He wanted to say hi but couldn't, his voice wasn't just there, not yet. The woman turned round and he could see her oval shaped face with big round eyes that preached nothing but innocence. Her brown hair fell across her left shoulder to her back, her cheeks were perfect for her face and her lips sat perfectly in place, he wished she smiled.
As he stared on, he felt his voice coming and he could hear himself let out low growls,
why am I growling?
As he was about to say hi, the woman's eyes were slowly closing and he could hear her earlier fast beating heart slow its rate.
Scott reached and caught the lady before she fell off. Blood, he could smell it, the woman was bleeding and the urge he felt towards the horse back at the stable came back, this time like it was going to take over him and kill the woman itself. But the woman knew his name, he had questions, so he stopped himself from committing murder a second time, killing a horse isn't murder.
He looked at the woman's bleeding spot and saw she had claw wounds. He placed her on the ground and saw the fur around his own arm, the deadly claws that curved out from the end of each of his fingers, his black palm, he could see clearly at night. It was then he consciously felt his teeth with his tongue and they were unusual too. He was unusually taller than the woman too.
He let out loud growls before a series of howls into night. He lept on four limbs remembered how fast he could be. He had raced a Ferrari at top speed before and he had gone to and fro the finish line thrice before the Ferrari made it.
Steven..... Steven drove the Ferrari
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