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.
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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.
