The Inhuman Human

Prologue

A/N: First Chapter will be updated soon as possible. I hope this will hold yall over until then.

Prologue
A shiver ran through my body as I stared at the creature standing several yards in front of me. Its head was bowed slightly, eyes aligned with mine, almost as if it were trying to show me respect. I could almost hear it speaking to me.

I'm yours. You are mine. Make us one.

My entire body felt feverish as I shifted the knife in my hand. I felt strange, but somehow I felt as if I was complete for the first time in my whole life.

No. Trash like me should never feel that way. I bit my lip, wondering if I should just let the creature kill me, before I started to really feel good about myself. Granted, I could just end it quickly and painlessly on my own, but it would be so much more painful coming from the wolf.

Yes, oh yes. That idea sounded perfect. Then I wouldn't be around to bother anyone else. The world would be a better place without me, and I'd finally be free of all the suffering. I'd get what I deserved.

I forced myself to move, slowly walking. I think part of me wanted to turn around and try to run before it was too late, but I knew I couldn't.

I needed to end it all.

My life was pointless.

I was unwanted.

I knew it would not be a painless death, and I was counting on that. I wanted to remember all of the pain I felt when I died.

I am yours.

The creature's eyes followed my every movement. Every step I took closer was a step closer to death, yet the wolf hadn't moved at all. Why won't it just kill me already?

I felt hysterical. Something must have snapped inside me when I dropped to my knees, just feet from the wolf and threw my knife to the side.

"I just want to die," I whispered, and I knew it could hear me, but it just didn't care. "You fucking whore! Just kill me already!"

No reaction.

My body slumped forward, my hands grasping at the dirt.

"You stupid bitch!" Tears were running down my face as I screamed at the wolf, hating that I was still alive.

"Just kill m-" I tried to scream and cuss the wolf out again when I lost control of my own body. I couldn't speak, couldn't make my muscles move or anything. My brain was killing me and I had no idea what was happening.

Then, it happened.

My body moved, but I wasn't in control. I crawled to knife that I had previously discarded, gathered it in one hand and slowly pushed myself to my feet. The body that I no longer controlled turned towards the wolf, who's eyes were still on me.

I couldn't breathe.

I lurched forward, my arm already up and swinging. My eyes connected directly with the creature's one last time. It almost seemed as if it were smiling at me.

You are mine.

The knife glided cleanly through the wolfs neck. The body went limp instantly and I could see the life quickly leaving those dark eyes. I couldn't stop myself when I knelt beside the body and touched the wound, watching as crimson coated my fingertips.

I still wasn't in control when I brought those blood stained fingers up to my lips, slowly spreading it on like lipstick, or when I brought my other hand up and placed the bloody knife against my neck, and let an odd smile take over my face.

It felt almost like a wolfy grin.

But somehow, I'm not sure who was in control when I closed my eyes and let the blade slide, the two bloods mingling together.

Make us one.