SCHREIoutLOUD
June 20th, 2008, 05:39 PM
It’s quiet now. Everyone is gone. Forever. That’s just how it it. “They aren’t coming Back Tay, just come with me.” his words played over and over again in my mind. ******, I should have gone with him! Why am I such a ****ing idiot? He offered me a place to hide, a place to stay out of trouble, a roof over my head, he could give me something that could at least be considered a home. But no, I looked him in the eye and said, **** off. ****. If I had gone with him, I wouldn’t be next in line to be shot. If I had gone with him, I wouldn’t be locked in this cell bleeding and slipping away. If I had gone with my cousin, he wouldn’t be dead right now. And to make things even better, I can’t change back. I’m too weak to change. I’m stuck in my fur. Watching my death approach me.
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Just holding on by a thread of life.
“Sir, the others are dead in the back room. There’s just one more. Then the species will have been completely torn from the face of the planet.”
“Yes Doctor, I understand that.”
“When do You wish to finish off that white one in the back room with your trusty bullets?”
“In time Doctor White, in time.”
“You might want to get moving Sir, there’s still a chance it can get out.”
“I Shot that animal 6 times, there’s no way it’s healed already, nor is there a way that it has gained enough strength to get out of that cell.”
“You Never really know with werewolves Sir.”
“Shut Up.”
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Soft white ears twitched in a dark room, listening to the conversation in another room that determined her fate. Either way at this point, she was going to die. But maybe, just maybe, if they brought her out back in that fenced in area where they killed so many others, she could find some way out. Just maybe. Though, her chances were slim and none. Warm crimson fluids ran from 6 deep wounds on her body, 4 of which had been cleaned out by ‘Doctor White’. What was the point of even cleaning her wounds? When they were just going to shoot her in the head with a silver bullet? The Human race was very strange indeed compared to the loup garoux. Excuse me, werewolves.
“Doctor White, Bring it out back, I want to kill it when it thinks it’s going to be able to escape.”
“But Sir..”
“Look Doctor, I hired you to help me kill werewolves. I warned you about losing limbs, you agreed you’d work. So Don’t complain and get that ****ing thing outside!”
“How do you plan on having me get it outside? It’s a wolf sir. It’s a little difficult to carry. Not to mention it weighs around 180 Pounds.”
“Just Do it Doctor White!”
The door slammed open, a bright light flooding over the bleeding white wolf caged in. Her eyes fluttered open with the sudden change in lighting, piercing blue-grey eyes staring up at the Doctor as she made a pathetic attempt to tell him to ‘**** off’ but her jaws were not shaped for words at this point, nor were her vocal chords capable of producing the sounds. Her head dropped to her paws, she’d be better off kissing her ***** goodbye. – “Come On Taylor, out back.” The doctor said a little uneasily. Taylor looked up from her paws with a questioning glance, her knew her name? The doctor nodded, reaching into his stained lab coat to pull out a leather slip lead. He also pulled out a key from the other pocked, grabbing the padlock around the cell and unlocking it. – Slowly, he reached inside and slipped the lead over her large head and tugged. “Come on Wolf, let’s go.” He said in a rough tone. And, as if on cue, Taylor shifted her body weight and made an attempt to stand. Then failed.
“Come on Wolf, I said Get up.” The Doctor said a little louder this time, tightening the lead around Taylor’s throat. She gulped, and dragged herself out of the cell, barely able to stand. But she stood. Barely alive, but breathing. The Doctor nodded and pointed to the door leading into the back of the building, where Taylor would have her last taste of life. The door opened with a creak, the Doctor pulled the lead back over her head and let her slip out. He pulled his foot back, and Kicked hard, sending Taylor flying into a chain link fence with a yelp. With that, The Doctor slammed the door shut.
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Whimpering, Taylor opened her eyes. What a horrible place to die. She felt like she was in a concentration camp. Maybe if she just closed her eyes, she’d die on her own. Maybe…
“Hey, Hey you! Whitey!” a male barked behind the fence. At first, Taylor was too weak to even notice it, but they the male growled to get her attention. She opened her eyes, there was a group of four at the other side of the fence, all appeared to be werewolves, or half. Her eyes widened. She was speechless. A blonde male with amazing golden eyes, who was also leaner, and taller then the rest, spoke softly to her. “If You can get up, follow this fence down until you come to another building. Meet us there.” He said calmly, his eyes sharing her pain. Taylor stared up at him confused, “What?” She questioned. But the male and his companions had already headed that way. If there was any chance of spitting in the face of death. This was it.
She forced herself up with what strength she had managed to gather, and pushed herself slowly along the side of the fence, leaning on it occasionally for support. She could hear the muffled voices of the males ahead, Almost there. – “Hey, White girl, Over here!” another shorter grey male grunted behind the fence, motioning to a large hole chewed through by no other then a werewolf. Taylor Nodded, and slipped through. Staring at the males as if they were some sort of gods. They saved her life. For Now.
“She’s weak… Bill, throw her on your back. She’s got long legs, at least they won’t drag on the ground and scrape up more of you carry her.”
“Sure Thing Gustav.”
“Let’s get going guys, that creep is going to come out soon and he’s going to have a gun equipped to kill all of us.”
Taylor Nodded slowly, but suddenly felt very dizzy. There were two of everything, eight males now, she had eight paws and two tails, **** she was going to pass out. She’d lost too much blood.
-blackout-
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OOC: Tell me what you think of it so far. It's pretty boring at the moment. But Uhh Yeah.
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Just holding on by a thread of life.
“Sir, the others are dead in the back room. There’s just one more. Then the species will have been completely torn from the face of the planet.”
“Yes Doctor, I understand that.”
“When do You wish to finish off that white one in the back room with your trusty bullets?”
“In time Doctor White, in time.”
“You might want to get moving Sir, there’s still a chance it can get out.”
“I Shot that animal 6 times, there’s no way it’s healed already, nor is there a way that it has gained enough strength to get out of that cell.”
“You Never really know with werewolves Sir.”
“Shut Up.”
- -
Soft white ears twitched in a dark room, listening to the conversation in another room that determined her fate. Either way at this point, she was going to die. But maybe, just maybe, if they brought her out back in that fenced in area where they killed so many others, she could find some way out. Just maybe. Though, her chances were slim and none. Warm crimson fluids ran from 6 deep wounds on her body, 4 of which had been cleaned out by ‘Doctor White’. What was the point of even cleaning her wounds? When they were just going to shoot her in the head with a silver bullet? The Human race was very strange indeed compared to the loup garoux. Excuse me, werewolves.
“Doctor White, Bring it out back, I want to kill it when it thinks it’s going to be able to escape.”
“But Sir..”
“Look Doctor, I hired you to help me kill werewolves. I warned you about losing limbs, you agreed you’d work. So Don’t complain and get that ****ing thing outside!”
“How do you plan on having me get it outside? It’s a wolf sir. It’s a little difficult to carry. Not to mention it weighs around 180 Pounds.”
“Just Do it Doctor White!”
The door slammed open, a bright light flooding over the bleeding white wolf caged in. Her eyes fluttered open with the sudden change in lighting, piercing blue-grey eyes staring up at the Doctor as she made a pathetic attempt to tell him to ‘**** off’ but her jaws were not shaped for words at this point, nor were her vocal chords capable of producing the sounds. Her head dropped to her paws, she’d be better off kissing her ***** goodbye. – “Come On Taylor, out back.” The doctor said a little uneasily. Taylor looked up from her paws with a questioning glance, her knew her name? The doctor nodded, reaching into his stained lab coat to pull out a leather slip lead. He also pulled out a key from the other pocked, grabbing the padlock around the cell and unlocking it. – Slowly, he reached inside and slipped the lead over her large head and tugged. “Come on Wolf, let’s go.” He said in a rough tone. And, as if on cue, Taylor shifted her body weight and made an attempt to stand. Then failed.
“Come on Wolf, I said Get up.” The Doctor said a little louder this time, tightening the lead around Taylor’s throat. She gulped, and dragged herself out of the cell, barely able to stand. But she stood. Barely alive, but breathing. The Doctor nodded and pointed to the door leading into the back of the building, where Taylor would have her last taste of life. The door opened with a creak, the Doctor pulled the lead back over her head and let her slip out. He pulled his foot back, and Kicked hard, sending Taylor flying into a chain link fence with a yelp. With that, The Doctor slammed the door shut.
- -
Whimpering, Taylor opened her eyes. What a horrible place to die. She felt like she was in a concentration camp. Maybe if she just closed her eyes, she’d die on her own. Maybe…
“Hey, Hey you! Whitey!” a male barked behind the fence. At first, Taylor was too weak to even notice it, but they the male growled to get her attention. She opened her eyes, there was a group of four at the other side of the fence, all appeared to be werewolves, or half. Her eyes widened. She was speechless. A blonde male with amazing golden eyes, who was also leaner, and taller then the rest, spoke softly to her. “If You can get up, follow this fence down until you come to another building. Meet us there.” He said calmly, his eyes sharing her pain. Taylor stared up at him confused, “What?” She questioned. But the male and his companions had already headed that way. If there was any chance of spitting in the face of death. This was it.
She forced herself up with what strength she had managed to gather, and pushed herself slowly along the side of the fence, leaning on it occasionally for support. She could hear the muffled voices of the males ahead, Almost there. – “Hey, White girl, Over here!” another shorter grey male grunted behind the fence, motioning to a large hole chewed through by no other then a werewolf. Taylor Nodded, and slipped through. Staring at the males as if they were some sort of gods. They saved her life. For Now.
“She’s weak… Bill, throw her on your back. She’s got long legs, at least they won’t drag on the ground and scrape up more of you carry her.”
“Sure Thing Gustav.”
“Let’s get going guys, that creep is going to come out soon and he’s going to have a gun equipped to kill all of us.”
Taylor Nodded slowly, but suddenly felt very dizzy. There were two of everything, eight males now, she had eight paws and two tails, **** she was going to pass out. She’d lost too much blood.
-blackout-
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OOC: Tell me what you think of it so far. It's pretty boring at the moment. But Uhh Yeah.