Beasts of fury

Chapter 9: A dream

I woke up in a bed... Had the craziest dream about a queen and king and ancient times and of how all the beasts came to be. It felt like a was alive, I felt pain, pleasure and that I was in a prison because of me being a monster. Well I guess war will do that to a man or maybe I'm starting to lose my mind, like a mental breakdown. 

I stood up from bed, one of the boys asked me what in the hell I was screaming at. I just told him that I had a bad dream. I took a long walk and found myself not even knowing where I am and trouble remembering how I got here. That dream messed me up good, it felt like I was them, and they were me, it felt like myself was trying to tell me something but it's probably just the killing and some kind of negative effect of using my abilities. I thought for a second maybe it's true maybe that's my ancestor calling for me then I realized how it sounded. I took a long walk and everything came back to me how I got here, it felt nice knowing where I was and who I am. 

I went back and as I opened the door one of the boys grabbed his gun and pointed it at me. It felt like my soul went out of my body... I felt something else replacing my soul, next thing I remembered I was in a dark room. I heard electronic doors buzzing and then the lights turned on and  I was full of blood, my nails, my body and my mouth felt weird. 

A gentleman walked in and I noticed I was in a prison cell, turns out the part about me being in n prison was real. The part about the police and the cabin where I escaped was also still part of the dream I had. Just on the other side of the steel bars was a chair and above it was a television flat screen. 

Well I think he worked for the army but he walked in and gave me a look that was full of hate. I knew right there and then I did something wrong, this blood is not mine, the last thing I remembered then I realised I know the smell, it's my squad.

He came in and asked me probably thousands of questions but the important information was about my squad and my history where I came from, my family.

I answered everything then he asked if I remembered this night and he played the video of the night I blacked out.

I saw who I was or whatever that is. I remembered that thing, it was  almost like the beast from my dream. It or I or whatever killed my whole squad in seconds. They first played it at normal speed. In seconds my squad was dead then they played it in slow motion, see the tail, teeth, nails ,everything, the speed and red eyes. 

I fell to the ground and called out." God!" Screaming "Why!!!"

I was filled with anger and the same image running in my head of that thing, the feeling, the power.

I knew I was right where I belonged, for weeks they came in and took blood samples, guess they didn't find anything because they just left me with the lights off, complete silence with the same image running in my head over and over a couple of times. The whatever took over me then the lights went on every time I turned into the beast and I would remember more and more until the day I couldn't control it. I hated the darkness so I stayed in that form just so the lights would stay on, I couldn't feel anything. Not the cold, not pain from hitting the wall of the steel bars, it seems like nothing can hurt me or make me bleed.

I knew they were watching, I could smell them and saw the camera's red light flickering.

I could even hear the electronic devices, the power running through the cables, the cars on the street even the people speaking in other buildings. It took me a while to learn how to focus on different sounds and to focus on only a few sounds.

 I got used to it eventually. After a year or however long it was, a group of suits came in. I killed them because I couldn't bear the smell of whatever it was. I felt nothing, after killing them, an armed guard came in and shocked the living shit out of me. I felt that it was the one thing that could hurt me. It felt good afterwards, to feel something. It made me change to human form, sounds weird when I say it but that's the facts. 

I was angry and weak. They gave me food after I yelled at them for a couple of hours, well maybe it was just a couple of minutes but it felt like hours. 

They turned off the lights a long while after. I tried not to feel fear to control it but I couldn't then I changed and the lights went back on. 

What a life hey.