Alive: Part IV

Hello everyone,

In my previous post, I discussed my intention to try to get published through poetry or short stories so that I have more credentials to my name before I try to get my books (Elseworld and The Visitor) published again.

I am thinking that I might turn the Alive series into a short story and then try to submit that to contests or magazines. The title comes from a Kid Cudi song that  focuses on a metaphorical nighttime transformation into a beast. Lyrics such as “everytime, the moon shines I become alive” also allude to a werewolf transformation and I knew that I wanted that title before I finished the first part.

Below is part IV, which will be followed by the conclusion in Part V.

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The room was designed to be soundproof,

But nothing could stop me from hearing breathing and feet shuffling in the next room,

The rapid, panicked breathing gave way to speech,

Plans to subdue me, use me,

They thought they were in control,

I volunteered for this,

Knowing I would be closer to the people in power,

I would get to sever the head from the beast,

Before I made my escape,

 

I could smell traces of urine now,

I could smell bullets too,

The scent stuck with me from the time when ten of them were embedded in my flesh,

It didn’t kill me, but it still hurt,

There was a one-way mirror blocking me from the scientists,

I walked over, with my longer legs carrying me there in two steps,

I took a deep breath, feeling my enlarged lungs burn as I inhaled,

The speech from the other end became louder,

Everyone was being assured that I couldn’t break through,

I smiled, bearing my teeth for the audience on the other end,

I could barely see them reflected in the glass,

White, foot-long daggers that could tear through flesh like butter,

 

I raised my right hand,

I didn’t clench since  it would cause my claws to bury themselves in my palm,

With my feet planted,

I brought my right hand down on the glass,

I knew it must be bulletproof,

I could feel how dense the glass was,

The leaders took precautions with me,

But not enough,

I started to push,

Driving from my legs,

Feeling the sheet of glass slowly begin to slide out of its frame,

There was plenty of strength to spare,

But I wasn’t in a rush,

No head start could save the leaders from me,
There were more words now,

Escape plans, prayers,

All futile,

They wanted the beast,

Now he was knocking at their front door.

 

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Images:
http://zoppy.deviantart.com/art/Night-Werewolf-348063640

http://spdmngtruper.deviantart.com/art/werewolf-tattoo-idea-391199231

 

 

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