Hell Bound Witch

THE DEATH OF ROGUES

Having full control over mind and body feels pleasant. I haven’t been able to stretch my legs and hunt anything down in that small 4’11” human body. I stand at 6’ and some change approximately the size of a large draft horse. My eyes are a ruby red with specks of black. My fur isn’t by all means soft but more wire like texture and it’s a midnight black typically to help hide within shadows. Smoke can be seen dancing off my body and from my paws. 

Silly child has been keeping me caged out with her mind barriers. I would have arrived much sooner had she let her guard down. I should've been here years ago but no, damn kid wouldn’t let me in. I have been sitting on the sideline, watching her life go by behind the windows of her eyes. I remember the first time I tried to call her but she wouldn’t answer, instead she put up a guard and ensured I was unable to break through for years. She was running from something but I am unsure of what. I just know she was terrified and I often wonder if her horrid dreams are linked to that fateful night. 

I lick my lips at the sight of the rogues’ waiting for me to make my move. They knew they weren’t f*****g with a child any longer. They should've known better than to approach, even if I wasn’t at my full strength ripping these boys apart will definitely help. I want to taste their blood and hear them cry in agony. 

I shuffle my paws around on the floor. I quickly disappear in the shadows only to reappear behind the smallest rogue. It was brown, fragile, and its black eyes begged for a swift death. Scared little doggy, I’ll end your suffering. I crunch into its neck in one swift movement pulling its head from its body severing the ligaments and veins. The cracking of vertebrae could be heard throughout the peaceful glade. Blood splatters across the grassy forest floor and onto the other rouges. Fear is now distilled into their hearts. I smiled to myself as I enjoyed the abnormal rhythms and bounding pulses. I can smell the terror emanating from them, I wanted more. I know their next move is to try and run. However, I won’t give these fools a chance. 

 The air around begins to heat up and smoke rises from the ground. I spring for the largest rogue releasing a gnarly growl right before I grab its back right leg. Had this creature stayed in its place and didn’t try to run I would have made his death quick. He decided to choose the hard way. I rip off his first leg throwing it into the air, blood quickly pools out from his gaping wound. I lick my chops and go for the other back leg. I will make sure he suffers for underestimating my power. I remove his left leg slower enjoying the sound of his skin ripping and the slow popping of bones as it begins to slowly dislocate. His painful howls and whimpers that escape his throat sound like music to my ears.

I hear the other three attempt to take off running and hiding but oh no they will not get off easy. I slam my paw into the ground and a ring of fire surrounds us. Entrapped within my vicinity, the rogues now realize they are unable to run and cry out alarmed. Slowly each of their heads bowed to me as if pleading to not be slayed where they stood. However, it was far too late the damage has already been caused there will be no pleading now. 

I hear something approaching at an alarming rate. I put my muzzle into the air and sniff. Damn it Alpha Sam has come to ruin all of my fun. He smells of wood chips being smoked for hours on end. It’s such a savory smell and would captivate anyone nearby. 

I call for my fellow hounds to take quick action of these wretched idiots in front of me. I want to cause havoc but I have no time with him being so near. Hellhounds appear and disappear into the flames killing the rogues brutally and quickly. I bow my head in thanks to my fellow brethren and allow for the flames to dissipate. It’s far too early for people to be aware of my existence. 

Hellhounds are astonishing creatures. We typically work alone but have the ability to call others like us when we are in a difficult situation. However it is up to the others if they want to answer the call. We are the security and back bone of the underworld and can be assigned missions if requested from the Lord of Darkness. We typically are not cursed to a human body. I am not sure if I am an experiment or if there is a greater calling ahead for me. Whatever it may be I will happily participate and welcome the destruction that heads my way. This little girl however, may not be as willing. 

The bushes rustle behind me and I collect my composure. I can’t let her come forward from the back of my mind yet. Something tells me she would be displeased by this scene, possibly even traumatized. I can’t have her block me out completely or go insane trapping me inside her damn head. I reinforce the barrier within our shared mind in order to keep her as far back from this state of affairs as possible.

Alpha Sam appears from the brush, his eyes black and ready for a fight. His wolf Xander was definitely something marvelous and I couldn’t help but gawk. He was approximately the same height and build as me. Which is rare for a wolf however, that wasn’t what has me enthralled. It was his coat, silver with highlights of white. It was so glossy, I wonder how soft it would be? I lay on the ground submissive to alert him I am no threat. His eyes widened at the sight around him, was it fear or amazement? I couldn’t tell but one thing is for sure when our eyes made contact, he knows I’m powerful and knows I am not letting my human, Jessalina, to the front for conversation.