Twin Moon - Chapter 198 - Whiskey
Whiskey.
I let my hands trail down to my neck, and again met with sore tender skin. I flashed back to when he had me pinned against the wall. My feet had been lifted off the ground, as he held me at his eye level. He had both of his hands wrapped around my neck, supporting all my weight. I was coughing and gasping, desperately trying to get another breath. I managed to kick him between his legs, that’s why he let me go. I dropped to the floor and rolled to the side away from him. I ran for the door as he stood crumpled over holding his junk. Of course, the big dumb lump remembered to lock it behind him, especially after last time. As I turned around from the door, I was met with a punch to the face. His fist connected with my cheekbone, and I dropped to the floor like a sake of meat. I laid there still, letting him think that he knocked me out. Once I felt his hands grab my shoulder to roll me over, I flung my arm around, smacking my closed fist to the side of his head. He snarled and grunted but didn’t let go of my shoulder. I flew the palm of my hand upright, colliding it with the bottom of his chin. The sound of his teeth slamming together made me dry heave. He stepped over me, so that I was now laying on the cold ground between his legs. He swung his arm, and the back of his hand slapped against my face. I could feel my lip pop open from the pressure. The force of his backhand made me roll onto myside. He didn’t waste the opportunity, and quickly kicked his steel capped boot into the soft of my stomach. He kicked the air right out of me, and I laid there wheezing like a broken recorder. Before I got the chance to catch a breath, he reefed me off the cold floor by my hair and dragged me over to my small bed. With effort that felt too easy, he tossed me onto the bed and started to crawl his way on top of me. My lip was stinging, my stomach was aching, and now with the smell of his sweat and lust so close to my face, I was about to chuck. He had my hands pinned on either side of my face and his face was buried into my neck. His sloppy mouth hungrily devoured the soft skin of my neck, I could feel his teeth biting my flesh. I hooked my foot around his and in one quick swift movement, I rolled us both off the bed. He hit the floor with a thump, and I was now straddling him. Without a moment of hesitation, I began beating down on him with my closed fists. I didn’t get to land too many, he was blocking most of them. With the injuries I had already sustained, I was wrecked, what remained of my strength was dwindling fast. He laughed. The fucker started to laugh as I worked my fists into his face and arms.
The sound of the door unlocking caught my attention, pulling me from my flashback. I whirled around and waited anxiously to see who would come through the door this time. Spencer’s face appeared and he looked over my battered and blood covered body with disgust. Spencer was one of the more uncaring and brutal guards. If anything, he would have been all for my little punishment last night. Actually, if he’d known about it, I'm sure he would have happily joined in.
“Get up Whiskey. Shower time” he spat at me. I pushed myself up from the sink and stood on shaky legs. I carefully walked over to the doorway that he was still standing in and squeezed past him. I knew the way. I've walked this hallway plenty of times. Spencer shoved his hand into the back of my head and pushed, trying to get me to walk faster. All he accomplished though, was sending me sprawling across the floor. The impact of my body hitting the ground again, sent a new wave of pain coursing through my body. I wasn’t overreacting when I said that everything hurt.
I laid with my cheek on the cold concrete while Spencer snickered behind me. The pain flowing through my body intensified. I could feel my bones starting to twist under my skin. An audible snapped filled the hallways and Spencer’s laugh halted. Another snap sounded, and another. The first was my rib, the second was my shoulder. I was fighting it as much as I could. If I change without permission, the punishments that I endure are unlike anything else. They have this purple liquid, and when they inject it into me, it’s like I am burning from the inside out. It's the worst punishment by far.
“Oh, please give me a reason to hurt you” Spencer sneered down at me. He knelt down beside me, right next to my face. He grabbed my chin and turned my head so that I would look at him.
“Show me the monster, then I can really have my fun with you. Johnny Boy had his turn last night, now I want mine” he hissed with venom and disdain dripping from his words. He is the worst. I hate when Spencer is here. Like a lot of the others, he gets satisfaction from my pain and torment. But unlike the others, he was the main cause of it. The breaking and reforming of my bones stopped, but the fiery rage that was flowing through me only sped up. My head started to spin, and I felt a little weightless. I turned onto my back and slowly sat up, propping myself up with my hands. Spencer stood up and took a step back. A moment of fear flicked through his eyes before he masked it back over with his usual hard glare. He took a prepared attack stance and lifted his gun, the barrel pointed right at my head, but I felt no fear. All I felt was anger. I took in a deep breath, in an attempt to calm myself. All of the air filled my lungs and swirled around my body. My chest swelled with the crisp air. Something I had never felt before overwhelmed my body. It was like the air was gripping hold of my blood vessels and contracting my muscles. It felt like it was giving me strength. Spencer let go of his gun and it swung down at his side by the strap over his shoulder. He dropped to his knees and grasped at his throat. I scurried away a little further, unsure of what he was doing. Horrible choking and gasping sounds came from Spencer as his face started to turn a shade of blue. I didn’t speak, I didn’t move, I just watched. What else was I meant to do. Save him? I don’t think so.
Spencer's eyes were glued firmly onto mine. Even with his face turning an ungodly colour, and the nightmare inducing gagging sounds he made, he still managed to glare at me with more hatred and disgust than ever before. I don’t understand what is happening. One second he is standing over me, hissing threats of violence, and the next he is doing this... whatever ‘this’ is. After a minute or two, Spencer’s glassy eyes rolled to the back of his head, and then he fell to the floor face first. The thump of his body seemed to echo down the hallway. I sat completely still, staring at his unmoving body that was laying right in front of my legs. What am I meant to do now? Do I continue on to the showers myself, or do I go back to my room? As I sat contemplating my options, the decision was made for me. A swarm of guards came around the corner and paused, they took in the sight of their comrade on the ground and then me sitting not a meter away. It was only a brief pause before they burst into action, and quickly surrounded me with their guns pointed down at my shaking body. Of course they would think this was my fault. Everything that goes wrong around me is always my fault. Even if the big idiot choaked to death on his own. The guard's angry voices filled my head. They were too loud, and their voices were too muddled together, I couldn’t understand what they were screaming at me. I raised my hands in surrender and was met with the butt of a gun slammed into the side of my head.
**A few weeks ago.**
I walked through the now empty village. The sun was setting in the distance, painting the clouds in the sky in hues of pink and orange. The warmth that the sun offered was slowly drifting away with its light. I prefer the cold, my body is accustomed to the frigid rattling of my frozen bones. The cold is better suited for my icy heart. I walked up the steps of a small hut and pushed open the door. I stood in the doorway and closed my eyes, letting my other senses take control. I could hear a single heartbeat, thumping erratically from inside the small home. I stepped through the doorway and stood in the middle of the living space. The lounge room, dining room and kitchen were all in the same area. A well-worn brown couch sat against the wall, with a small wooden dining table against the other wall. The kitchen was old and held a small, rusted fridge and a wood fire stove. This is definitely one of the poorer packs I've found. At least this place has power though. Once again, I closed my eyes and listened. The heartbeat was coming from the back area. I lifted my nose and sniffed. A male, only a young one, his wolf hasn’t been born yet. I followed the scent and the sound of his fear filled heartbeat to a bedroom. I slowly pushed open the door and filled the doorway. This little cat and mouse game excites me. I love the chase, the hunt. Evoking fear in others is my happy drug. I giggled and stepped into the room.
“I know you’re in here, why don’t you come out and play” I said with a cheery tone. The sound of his heartbeat accelerated, I turned my head to the source of the sound. A small wooden wardrobe, sat beside a single bed with a blue bedspread. I walked over to the wardrobe and knocked twice.
“Vykhodi, vykhodi, gde by ty ni byl” (Come out, come out, wherever you are) I sung and gripped the cupboard door handle. I pulled the door open and flung back the coats hanging inside.
“Gotcha!” I laughed. The boy was curled into a ball, pressing himself into the back of the cupboard. Whisps of blonde hair poked out from the faded blue beanie on his head. It was summer here, but the air was still cold. The brown knitted jumper the boy wore was littered with holes. I grabbed the boy's shoulder and pulled him out of the cupboard and into the room. He cried out and tried to run past me, but I gripped his arm and knelt down in front of him so that we were at eye level.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk” I clicked my tongue as I waved my finger back and forth in his face. The boy was crying and struggling in my hold, but he was not match for me.
“Gde Troynaya Boginya, malen'kiy mal'chik?” (Where is the Triple Goddess, little boy?)
“Ya ne znayu” (I don’t know) he wailed. I huffed and grabbed both of his shoulders. The tips of my nails dug into his skin, and he screamed and struggled even more.
“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” I asked him sternly. He stared at me blankly with tears streaming down his young face. Judging by the stupid look on his face, the little shit doesn’t understand English.
“Ne lgi mne” (Don’t lie to me) I growled at him and flashed my teeth.
“Ya ne znayu” (I don’t know) the boy cried again and continued to struggle in my grasp. I exhaled an exasperated breath and frowned at him. What a waste of my time this turned out to be.
“Nepravil'nyy otvet” (Wrong answer) I sighed and squeezed his shoulders, pressing my sharpened engineered claws into his flesh. The boy screamed and cried out as he tried to break out of my grip. I sucked in a lung full of air, drawing the air from the boy’s lungs. He choaked and gasped for air, but there was none left for him to breathe. After a minute of gaging and thrashing, the boy’s body fell limp to the floor. I stood up and looked down at the dead boy. I wiped his blood from my hands onto my pants and scoffed. Disgusting maggot.
“Onto the next” I said to myself as I stepped over the boy's lifeless body.
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