It wasn’t until I was six that I realized I was different. My parents really should have told me, but instead they just locked me away, withholding any chance of trying to be normal from me. They never really talked to me either. Once a day my door would be unbolted and a bowl of grain and a bowl of water would be placed down. Than quickly, the door would be shut and locked once again. The first time I heard my mother speak was when I was four. “She’s getting worse…. Her hands…” I didn’t really know what it all meant.
I lived in darkness. The only light I saw was when the door opened, and even than it was only from the light above the basement stairs. Faint at best. Some times Mother wouldn’t come for weeks at a time. I would feel hungrier and hungrier until finally I could do nothing but sleep. But always, without fail, I would never starve. I would always wake up just as a bowl of grains were placed in my room, and I would be sustained. When I was five I began to eat the rats in the cellar. I would use my oatmeal as bait and than bite off their heads. I don’t know if it was the growth of my powers, or the extra protein that the rats supplied but by six I could see my surroundings. The light from the door began to hurt my eyes. One day, when my mother came down to deliver my food and water for the day she was careless. Leaving the door open just a crack, she bolted it, not knowing that the bolt wasn’t secured. I went over to the door and opened it, to be greeted by a dark stairway. Climbing up it, I could feel the wood splintering into my feet and hands. They burned, but the new sensations were euphoric to me. New sights and sounds flooded my brain with information. As I stepped onto the slick tile of the kitchen, I could hear music coming from my parents bedroom. It was the first music I had ever heard, and I will never forget the song.
“Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen Give him the word that I’m not a rover Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over. Sandman, I’m so alone Don’t have nobody to call my own Please turn on your magic beam Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.”
As the music played in the background, I clutched the doorknob, well above my head, and used my weight to turn it. I was grateful for the music, as it made quite the clatter. I entered a dark room, cluttered with boxes and clothing. In the center was a large quilted bed with a loud rumbling noise coming from it, at the time I was terrified of this noise, it sounded deep and predetorial. In retrospect, I realize that this was merely snoring. I crept along the side of the bed until I found an upturned laundry basket that I could easily climb on. When I rose atop the basket I could see that the bed was complete with two bodies shrouded in lightly floral blankets. The one on the right rolled over to reveal a man whom I had never seen before. He had a large, sloping nose, and a bushy black beard. I placed on hand tentatively onto the bed, getting my nails stuck in the mattress. The man began to rumble, and rolled back over. Panicked, I struggled to remove my hand from the mattress. I must have shaken the bed too violently, because the other figure sat up, revealing itself to be my mother. “Marcus?” she asked groggily. She turned to face me. “Marcus!” screaming, she shook her husband. “Marcus she escaped!” Marcus sat up and he too screamed.
He lunged at me with his pillow as my mother turned on the light, blinding me. The force of the lunge had released my hand from the mattress but had broken off three of my nails. Marcus was holding me down, pillow in face. I frantically swung my back claws, digging into his legs. Finally he gave and backed off. Scared, I scurried under the bed. In the darkness my eyes began to regain their vision.
“Where do you think he went….”
“I don’t know…”
“Do you think he’ll come back up”
“I don’t know…”
“Get the tank…”
“No we can’t do tha-”
“Just do it Eve!”
The room went silent, except for the racing of my heart and the panting from above the bed. Minutes later, I heard footsteps, and a heavy thud on top of the bed. “Go!” said the man. I could hear dripping from around the bed. Terrified but curious, I crawled over to the side of the bed, the dripping now on the other side. I licked up a small amount of the fluid that had collected, only to be greeted by a mouth full of stinging needles. Abruptly, the stinging stopped and was replaced by a dull numbness. I found myself unable to retract my tongue into my mouth, being forced to drag it along the piles of clothing underneath the bed.
The dripping stopped and I scouted out where the legs where. I found them in the left corner, close to the door. Blood dripping down them, I felt sorry for the man, I didn’t mean to hurt him, I was really just defending myself. If I lunged for them once again, I might be able to scurry out of the door and back down into my basement, back into my safety.
Just as I prepared to pounce, a wall of light surrounded the bed, obscuring my vision. Heat radiated from all sides of the bed, and the light was spreading onto the underside of the mattress. I could feel the hair on my hair and spine beginning to burn, and felt the sharp pain of burns on my ears and scalp. I ran out, through the flame, and towards the door. The fire carried with me however, burning away my hair and sizzling away at my skin. I ran faster and faster all around trying to extinguish the flames, but nothing worked.
The pain began to be too much, and I ran out of energy. I laid down where I was and watched the fire spread out of my body and into the surrounding carpet. I could see my mother and the man going around the house throwing cups of water on the fire but I knew they wouldn’t be fast enough. I decided it would be a perfect time to take a nap and fell into a deep dark sleep.
And than I woke up.
Surrounded by a mountain of ash and partially burnt logs. My nails had turned from a dirty red color into a deep ebony, and my fur had completely disappeared. Where my skin had used to be tight and fitting to my bones, the flames had seemingly relaxed it, allowing my to easily stand up and shake off the dirt. It was daylight outside, yet my eyes didn’t hurt. The light from the fire had somehow desensitized my eyes, allowing me to see perfectly in the daylight.
I realized that I was hungry, and began to scout out the nearby woods for wildlife. It wasn’t long before I found a rabbit hopping through the brush. I crouched onto the ground and lunged using my new found elasticity. I managed to jump over the brush and on top of the rabbit, easily impaling it upon my claws. In the years following, I found the forest to be my bounty and safety. Rabbits, Birds, Deer, Bears, all sorts of wildlife permeated the forest providing an endless supply of food. The dense foliage provided shelter, and a small Central stream provided fresh water. Although I was careless at first, I eventually became in touch with the wildlife and spirit of the forest.
It is my understanding that my duty is to protect this forest and the creatures within it. Although sacrifices must be made to sustain me, I have undertook the role of preserving the life within this forest. No man or machine can stop me, because even if I die, I will always wake up.
Credit To – Nevernewyear
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