Fanfic I'm Writing (Teen Wolf)
So, if anyone actually reads this, if you would be so kind as to let me know what you think of it so far in the comments?
She felt the burning tearing pain as the bullet entered her back right leg. The pain tore her out of wolf form, bringing a new long forgotten agony with it. She curled into a ball as the hunter approached. "What the Fuck!" he exclaimed, when she came into sight. Her eyes turned amber and her teeth lengthened as she snarled at him. Then they turned back to human blue as her sudden movement made the bullet wound tear. She looked up at him, her eyes full of her anguish, silently begging him to kill her. He stood there in shock, still unbelieving of what he had seen, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she lost consciousness and fell over.
* * *
She woke lying on a bed in a cabin that reeked of human and alcohol, her hands bound in front of her with thick hemp rope. The pain of her heartbreak, felt most keenly in human form, hit her first but was quickly supplanted by the pain in her leg. She next heard a voice saying, "Look, she's awake."
"You're full of shit with this werewolf crap."
She was in a human place, with no pack and outnumbered, and she wasn't sure she could shift all the way back with a bullet in her leg. She felt her vision shift as she glared around at the four human hunters and snarled, showing her teeth to warn them off. She flipped off of the bed and backed up against a wall as she searched for an exit to this wooden box of a trap. She muttered under her breath, "Seven times never kill man, seven times never kill man." One of the humans took a step closer and started to say something, but it was drowned out in the sound of her roar. There. A window above the bed she had been on. She ran and dove through, heedless of the glass shards that sliced her naked flesh, landed on the ground outside, tumbled head over heels a few times and was up and running (limping) into the forest as fast as she could go.
When she thought she had gone far enough, she stopped to gnaw at the rope. The strands parted, far too slowly for her liking. When she had them off (finally) she knew she needed to take steps to through the humans off her trail. She would have to get the bullet out to heal and avoid leaving a blood trail. So she let out her claws and grit her teeth against the pain as she dug inside her leg after the bullet. The world went gray and spotty for a bit, but she managed to get it out. It was too high on her thigh for her to lick clean in human form, so it would have to wait. She looked up at the enormous trees that were thick in this part of British Colombia. She leapt as high as she could before digging her claws into the bark and beginning to climb. She reached a broad sturdy branch about 30 feet up and carefully walked out on it towards another tree, then she leapt again, claws out and dug in to the next tree, slightly out of breath from the effort of all this jumping and staying silent while wounded. Have to get home, have to get to my den she thought. She kept going through the trees between 30 and 50 feet above the forest floor until she was over 100 yards away from where she had first taken to the trees. Then she descended and looked for a stream to further confuse her trail before she headed home, to safety, where she could rest and heal, and forget her pain once more.
* * *
She curled up in the pile of leaves in the shallow cave she called home, shivering from her recent wetting in the icy mountain stream, and as yet unable to change into wolf form, where she would be warm and the tearing of her heart that never left her while in human form would sink into the depths of her subconscious again. This was the longest she had been human in months and she Did. Not. Like. It. Her shattered heart was the reason she had gone wolf and run to a forest so far away from her previous home, after all. She couldn't bear the pain of thinking about how the ones she loved most in her pack had shut her out. Crushed her heart without even noticing. Only Lydia had had even the slightest inkling, and she had backed off when Susan snapped at her in the girls' room and told her in no uncertain terms to mind her own business. She slowly drifted into an uneasy slumber as her shivering warmed the hollow she had made in the leaves. And then she dreamed.
Before
She was sobbing in a stall in the girls' room at school with her earphones in and "I Hate Everything About You" playing on an endless loop to drown out the noise of the other students, especially the ones she was trying to avoid. But she was so tuned to them, she could still tell by their heartbeats where in school they were. How pathetic is that? That I can recognize their heartbeats out of all the beating hearts in school, when they are oblivious to my pain. She took a deep breath to try and calm down. Only four more days until the full moon, and then it will all be better, she told herself. Just four more days of this torturous hell.
Four days of walking around school, pretending to pay attention in class, pretending they hadn't shattered her heart, hadn't cast her off to be with each other. She knew they all liked girls too, but in their newfound discovery of each other, none of them had so much as spared a single thought for her. Not even Isaac. She thought that was what really hurt the most. That he could forget her so quickly, when she'd been one of the few friends he'd had before the change. When he'd crashed in her room, under her bed, hidden from her dad, after he'd had a fight with his. After all the times she'd held his hand all night long to keep the nightmares at bay. Yes, Isaac's dismissal definitely cut the deepest. And that was what strengthened her resolve. If they didn't need her, she had no reason to stay. But she couldn't leave as a girl, even a girl who was also a werewolf. She'd spent the last week crammed into the most private corner of the library working on the problem. And a lot of late nights in her room with loud music blaring in her headphones, trying to drown out the pain. But she had it now. A way to turn full wolf, for good she hoped. Otherwise the lure of a hollow point filled with wolfsbane might call her too strongly to resist. She just knew if she could go into a fully wolf form, her human side with all it's pain would vanish, unable to persist in the now of wolf thought.
She felt the burning tearing pain as the bullet entered her back right leg. The pain tore her out of wolf form, bringing a new long forgotten agony with it. She curled into a ball as the hunter approached. "What the Fuck!" he exclaimed, when she came into sight. Her eyes turned amber and her teeth lengthened as she snarled at him. Then they turned back to human blue as her sudden movement made the bullet wound tear. She looked up at him, her eyes full of her anguish, silently begging him to kill her. He stood there in shock, still unbelieving of what he had seen, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she lost consciousness and fell over.
* * *
She woke lying on a bed in a cabin that reeked of human and alcohol, her hands bound in front of her with thick hemp rope. The pain of her heartbreak, felt most keenly in human form, hit her first but was quickly supplanted by the pain in her leg. She next heard a voice saying, "Look, she's awake."
"You're full of shit with this werewolf crap."
She was in a human place, with no pack and outnumbered, and she wasn't sure she could shift all the way back with a bullet in her leg. She felt her vision shift as she glared around at the four human hunters and snarled, showing her teeth to warn them off. She flipped off of the bed and backed up against a wall as she searched for an exit to this wooden box of a trap. She muttered under her breath, "Seven times never kill man, seven times never kill man." One of the humans took a step closer and started to say something, but it was drowned out in the sound of her roar. There. A window above the bed she had been on. She ran and dove through, heedless of the glass shards that sliced her naked flesh, landed on the ground outside, tumbled head over heels a few times and was up and running (limping) into the forest as fast as she could go.
When she thought she had gone far enough, she stopped to gnaw at the rope. The strands parted, far too slowly for her liking. When she had them off (finally) she knew she needed to take steps to through the humans off her trail. She would have to get the bullet out to heal and avoid leaving a blood trail. So she let out her claws and grit her teeth against the pain as she dug inside her leg after the bullet. The world went gray and spotty for a bit, but she managed to get it out. It was too high on her thigh for her to lick clean in human form, so it would have to wait. She looked up at the enormous trees that were thick in this part of British Colombia. She leapt as high as she could before digging her claws into the bark and beginning to climb. She reached a broad sturdy branch about 30 feet up and carefully walked out on it towards another tree, then she leapt again, claws out and dug in to the next tree, slightly out of breath from the effort of all this jumping and staying silent while wounded. Have to get home, have to get to my den she thought. She kept going through the trees between 30 and 50 feet above the forest floor until she was over 100 yards away from where she had first taken to the trees. Then she descended and looked for a stream to further confuse her trail before she headed home, to safety, where she could rest and heal, and forget her pain once more.
* * *
She curled up in the pile of leaves in the shallow cave she called home, shivering from her recent wetting in the icy mountain stream, and as yet unable to change into wolf form, where she would be warm and the tearing of her heart that never left her while in human form would sink into the depths of her subconscious again. This was the longest she had been human in months and she Did. Not. Like. It. Her shattered heart was the reason she had gone wolf and run to a forest so far away from her previous home, after all. She couldn't bear the pain of thinking about how the ones she loved most in her pack had shut her out. Crushed her heart without even noticing. Only Lydia had had even the slightest inkling, and she had backed off when Susan snapped at her in the girls' room and told her in no uncertain terms to mind her own business. She slowly drifted into an uneasy slumber as her shivering warmed the hollow she had made in the leaves. And then she dreamed.
Before
She was sobbing in a stall in the girls' room at school with her earphones in and "I Hate Everything About You" playing on an endless loop to drown out the noise of the other students, especially the ones she was trying to avoid. But she was so tuned to them, she could still tell by their heartbeats where in school they were. How pathetic is that? That I can recognize their heartbeats out of all the beating hearts in school, when they are oblivious to my pain. She took a deep breath to try and calm down. Only four more days until the full moon, and then it will all be better, she told herself. Just four more days of this torturous hell.
Four days of walking around school, pretending to pay attention in class, pretending they hadn't shattered her heart, hadn't cast her off to be with each other. She knew they all liked girls too, but in their newfound discovery of each other, none of them had so much as spared a single thought for her. Not even Isaac. She thought that was what really hurt the most. That he could forget her so quickly, when she'd been one of the few friends he'd had before the change. When he'd crashed in her room, under her bed, hidden from her dad, after he'd had a fight with his. After all the times she'd held his hand all night long to keep the nightmares at bay. Yes, Isaac's dismissal definitely cut the deepest. And that was what strengthened her resolve. If they didn't need her, she had no reason to stay. But she couldn't leave as a girl, even a girl who was also a werewolf. She'd spent the last week crammed into the most private corner of the library working on the problem. And a lot of late nights in her room with loud music blaring in her headphones, trying to drown out the pain. But she had it now. A way to turn full wolf, for good she hoped. Otherwise the lure of a hollow point filled with wolfsbane might call her too strongly to resist. She just knew if she could go into a fully wolf form, her human side with all it's pain would vanish, unable to persist in the now of wolf thought.