This post was written in response to Writing 101: A Room with a View. It is being uploaded a few days late because I wanted the chance to polish it a bit. This piece does not strictly follow the twist but was inspired by the prompt.
This piece is part of a story I am writing for my SO on a private blog. There will not be updates on Birth of a Lycan through this site.
TRIGGER WARNING: This piece hints at abuse.
He snarled at the bars before throwing himself at them. Pain shot through his bones and he backed away from the sight of freedom.
Dom closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he tried to ignore the pain that was still coursing through his body. He willed the pained to disappear but he could still feel the imprint of the bars against his fur.
Opening his eyes, he walked the few steps to the wall across from the bars. Dom curled up tightly against the wall, the cold seeping into his skin.
A sigh left his lips as his gaze fell on the bars keeping him from the life he once knew.
Less than a year ago Dom would have laughed with Jenni. Now he can only dream of her as he stares at blank walls and steel bars. A month ago he was sleeping in a bed while taking part in an experiment. Now he slept on concrete and while being experimented on.
Dom let out a whine and closed his eyes. He tried to remember what his life was like before. Pushing through crowds when he was running late for class. Laughing at Hannah as she, once again, tried to pull an all-nighter at the library.
Walking with Jenni; leaves crunching beneath their feet. The pink stain on Jenni’s cheek as her breath comes out like smoke.
The glimmer in her eyes as she realizes where they are. The music of Jenni’s delight when the horse nibbles on her jacket. The warmth of the blanket covering their legs. The sound of hooves and wheels against the well-worn path.
The pounding of his heart as he kneels against the frozen grass. Holding his breath as he waits in the cold for her answer. The tears that start to freeze in his eyes; as frozen as Jenni appears to be. The box in his shaking hands that he’s trying not to drop on the ground.
The joy; the relief when she says yes.
“Subject 6!” The too loud voice of his guard drags Dom out of his memory. “It’s your turn.”