Quietly she sat at the table rapping her fingers against the oak table. Keeping the rhythm in her mind while letting her thoughts travel to some far off memory. Awaiting a phone call may be some bit easier if she were to make decisions as in choice a. To Play a stimulating game of computer Tetris, or choice b. Watch a movie and sort of forget about whoever it was she was waiting to call. A few people may have chosen choice (a), while in many other situations choice (b) would have been far more suitable. These options are however non-applicable. She awaits the call to let her know if she can borrow money to get the power back on. This was only a temporary situation she had told herself and like many bad times before this may come to pass.
In spite of the suffering….
Her mind drifts off and maybe touches thoughts of suicide and extreme anger, what could be taking so long for the phone to ring??!!?
Hunger pains in her body have been gnawing away at her emotions. Her mind does not linger to long at any pleasant memories. Her feelings can be described as partially numb at best. The anger a suitable coat of armor would be used to still herself from any rejection. She would wait…
Finally the phone rings a couple of hours later. Hours that passed surprisingly quick, and during those hours she had paced, studied and counted the days in the calendar. She looked to see which dates would change her current lifestyle. She knew which ones mattered in particular. She also knew that not much could change about that when the time came. She listened on the other end of the phone as information was given to her. Yes, she could borrow the money. No, it wouldn’t be a problem if she had to ask again. Yes, there may be issues that might arise. No, they wouldn’t be handled kindly. She excitedly hung up the phone and went to the nearest transfer spot that she could find. They even left her a couple of dollars for groceries.
The next few days went as close to normal as her life would allow. She watched the calendar as the inevitable date loomed closer. She began to prepare for something that she did not have the power to stop….
She made a few calls during her time waiting for her date for something to change…
She knew that there was a chance that she would not have to move. But like any other situation, she had come to know to expect the worse. Food had again began to become scarce and even though she knew most of this was only a temporary fix. She had imagined and even heard that some people like her lived different. Outside of the few people that she knew. She doubted that the information was true.
A day before…
She sat with her legs curled underneath her and waited on the her call to be picked up. A soft voice on the other end of the phone answered “hello”, she didn’t try to say anything but whoever she had just called replied with a name for a city. A city who’s name she wrote down. She would know where to go if she went there and who to call. She also knew how hard a trip it might be. She didn’t want to make the trip, in the end she knew she may not have a choice. She felt the pings of hunger begin to work on her nerves. She he tried to ignore them as the night went on and they continued to grow. She ignored the distant gunfire off in the distance and was not surprised as the news explained the extreme rise in violent crime. The rate seemed unreasonably high in some places. She snorted as the cities, Townes, and states were listed from best to worst.
She wouldn’t close her eyes that night. The hunger would not let her. She had heard once of someone gnawing off a hand once. She had heard other stories of people being driven insane. She was not like those people, she (pause) She was different. During the day of the inevitable she would receive many phone calls about what to do and sights to see. Where she should be if she ever changed her mind. The pain and hunger wouldn’t let her respond. The anger was part of what she felt. She began to say and think things irrationally. Blasphemous things, she believed that God held no key to her salvation. She may have been right.
She let the sounds of peoples voices carry her into an unfamiliar setting. Her senses hitting a pure level of hatred for the sound of “peoples” voices. She (pause) was not like those people. Soon they would find out why…
That night hadn’t been like the others. She had decided to rob those people and in many other night she had chosen only to “change” and create “havoc”. The incident which became a very bloody one would describe a woman who would approach a small crowd. That crowd would then laugh and shout seemingly at the same time. That crowd would begin to assault the woman. That crowd would then see that the woman had a gun. Like in many cases those shots she fired would lead to injury. She would then possibly “if found” be prosecuted. She wouldn’t be found and in this case and she was also shot. In the end the shots seemed only like small lights of hope as she tore through them…
She was a werewolf and like a very small few others bullets couldn’t stop her pain nor her hunger. The quite that came after she had sucked the meat off their bones would only be followed by harrowing screams. The pain of her transformation quickly sated but her hunger and hatred wouldn’t… She killed for the pleasure of it. She listened to God’s reply. She was not on his side…
** She has a quaint British accent and the man that turned her may have been American