Fight or Flight

Mysterious surprise

     I am out side standing beside William my husband. A man who now seems as a stranger to me now. “I love you LeighAnn” never forget that: that was the last thing I heard before agonizing pain shot through my stomach. I fell to my knee’s with a scream escaping my lips. William knelt by my side attempting to couch me as well as sooth me but it was to no avail. With each passing moment the pain steadily built up until I was all but screaming my lungs out with the occasionally moan. William’s voice becomes another dull sound around me.

 I can feel my bones pop, and shift into a new position as if I’m a clay mold in the process of being molded. I can feel my teeth growing to a sharp point i stare at my hands as they change from their normal structure. My fingers nails begin to grow while my hair grows from all over my body next my fingers stretch then start to form a paw. I can feel my clothes tearing as my body forms into a new structure. My vision sharpens, I notice certain colors seem more vibrant. It becomes difficult for me to control myself it also is a fight for me to stay conscious. I also can hear the change in my voice.

     I can’t help but violently shack as I open my eyes. I can’t see anything at first for the sun blinding my vision with its unwelcoming wake up call. I feel as though I’ve been invaded, I can’t seem to figure anything out. My mind is blank. H....Hello?!? My voice comes out horse just barely enough for myself to hear so I try again before I get the chance I hear a lime break.

 I twist with a blink of an eye and almost fall with the inhuman speed. My words comes out as More of a growl then a question “Who is there”? The sound disappeared instantly. A chilled breeze hits me without mercy and at that moment I realized I’m bare as a new born baby. A husky scent hits my nose the scent of my husband, wait what am I talking about I’m not some animal. 

What’s up with that? My husband barrels to me and embarrasses me like he has not seen me in years. He buries his face on my neck where my hair lies. I could feel his deep breaths hold on did he just smell me what the hell is going on here? I push him off me completely bewildered. 

     I guess he picked up on it and paused with pain, and fear smothering his handsome features. What do you remember, sweetie? That is when I heard gunfire. William sprung to action, he rapped me in his jacket then swooped me off me feet and with inhuman speed ran. I clutched onto him with all my might in fear of getting shot.

     BANG!! I slammed onto the ground rolling until crashing into a tree. My vision is swaying on me I must of hit my head, I use the tree as a prop to aid for stability. I can smell the gunpowder.. wait is that blood oh no William!! BANG!!! The morning sky falls silent as the ringing of the gunfire fades away. 

William is lying on the ground unconscious and injured. Blood is escaping his body where he has been hit. I flinch with pain as my own injury registers in my mind. As the wound begins to burn I let out a scream. I can feel something within me clawing for its freedom. 

Well well look what the big bad wolf dragged in, A rough voice came pounding from behind. I turn my head to meet this mysterious presence. I find myself staring down a barrel once I’ve turned my head. What do you want from us? There was silence for a while then he howled a ferocious laugh, well isn’t that obvious you b***h. No, well it’s your filthy abomination of lives I want.

                                                                            ~2~

Black is all I can see..... geez this is getting old, I do my best to take in my surroundings. Nope still pitch black. I freeze the moment I hear footsteps, I feel my adrenaline kicking into overdrive. The closer the steps get the more frantic I become. A voice echoes “How are they?”

“Have they woken yet?” Another voice chimes in response “I don’t know, and no sir.”

A pair of footsteps stop abruptly. “What do you mean you don’t know, they’ve been entrusted in your care since they arrived.” From that I know something terrible is to occur. I move my arms to better comprehend my situation. 

Ok chain with leather restraints.... straps will be an issue. I place my hand on what I’m lying on, ok I’m in a bed. Possibly hidden at a facility. Then I hear William whaling in pain. I start to lose control, but I’m not sure what exactly I’m losing control of just yet. 

Anger is the only emotion I seem to register. I begin fighting against my restraints with my anger fessing my blood to a roaring boil. My vision begins to coup with the darkness. The longer my blood boils the less I seem to be able to focus. The next thing I register I’m in the hallway unknowing what I’m doing nor where I’m going.