This wasn’t the first time I had been trapped inside a _________ , but it was the first time I had to escape in order to save a life. Here’s what happened.

~Writer’s Digest Prompt

Here is another Writer’s Digest prompt.  I would tell you more about it but then I would ruin the twist.


This wasn’t the first time I had been trapped inside a cellar, but it was the first time I had to escape in order to save a life.  Here’s what happened.

As part of my full moon ritual I locked myself into the cellar and was content to wait until the morning when someone would come let me out.  I didn’t want to hurt anyone when I changed.  The power of a werewolf was impressive and in my dog form I could easily kill a human.  I had done it before, before I had decided to lock myself in the cellar on every full moon.

I had just laid down to get comfortable for the change when my finely tuned ears picked up a sound outside of the cellar door.  A woman was in distress.  It sounded like she was fighting with someone and being dragged away.

That was when I heard her yell.  “Help, they are taking me away!  No, I can’t leave.  No, I don’t want to go.”

After a minute, I recognized it as the voice of Agnus, a friend of mine.  Her yells got faint and I began to panic.  Now I needed to escape.

Walking up to the door I pounded on it a few times.  From the other side of the door, I could hear a few voices but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.  I was too focused.  Must get out.

I walked to the other side of the room and scraping my leg against the floor like an animal preparing to charge, I ran at the door.  At first, it felt like the door was going to hold as my body slammed against it.  Then there was a loud crack and I fell out into the open.

Men dressed in white with serious looks on their face waited for me outside the door, as if they knew I was going to try to rescue Agnus.  Before I could move again they were running at me.  One grabbed me under each arm, lifting me from the ground.  I needed to change now, it was the only way I was going to save Agnus.

I felt the hair on my arms start to stand up, the process was starting.  I was going to be able to save her.  Then a needle was roughly jabbed into my forearm.  Fighting became harder.  A few times I almost got the best of my enemy.  Then the world went black.

 

Sliding my eyes open I tried to move my arms but I couldn’t.  They were held down at the side of the bed.  Had I turned into my wolf form and saved Agnus?  Often, after my turning, I couldn’t remember anything that happened during the full moon.

One of the men in the white clothes came back in and he walked up to the bed that I now realized I was in.  I could read the nameplate he had on his fine white uniform.  Jasper, Orderly.  Liteons Home for the Criminally Insane.