Werewolf experiments

Werewolf experiments

My breath was strained as desperately I dragged herself away from the unprotected village. The full moon rose high above the grassy Moore casting an eerie grey light.  My scream of agony was cut short as it switched to howl, claws ripping through my frail white skin.



My hair was a skeever's nest of red sticking out at every angle matching the disgusting torn rags I wore, held by a thin pale piece of string around my waist.

As my eyes adjusted, turning from the yellow tinged black, to their usual green, I looked around what could only be called a cell. Straw was stacked in to the corners and I was lying on a sack cut in half to look more like a cover.

“Interesting,” A frail looking man stood outside my cell a large book and quill in his hands. “Only fifteen hours.” The quill danced across the page. His clothes were immaculate the blue hood curving perfectly over his head not a crease in the silk lining.

“What am I doing here?” The man started to walk away running his hand along the icy cave wall. “Please!” I screamed, my throat closing against a pathetic sob.

“Throw that one some meat. It’s whining probably hungry.” It was true but as the mercenary threw the food in I spat on it huddling myself in to a corner. “Suit yourself, mutt.”

I sat alone for what felt like hours my fingernails cutting bloody moon marks in to my skin until I heard the now familiar voice of the old man.

“Have any others been spotted?”

“No sir, not for a few days now.” The old man sighed placing down his battered book.

“We are losing them at a rate we can’t sustain. We only have three here right now and Mara knows how long they’ll last. How is the latest one looking.” I was certain they were talking about me and receded further in to my corner.

“She won’t eat but she is the strongest of the ones we have here. It might be time to try it on her.”

“Yes you're right bring her to me.”

The younger male came over to the cage. He patted the mace that sat alongside his hip nodding towards me as he opened the metal door. I didn't move as he got closer, I just stared at him blindly. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” He whispered gently holding out his hand as if to calm a wild animal.

But I didn’t need that, anything would be better than this cramped rancid pit. While he led me away an arrow pushed firmly against my back, I gazed through the bars of the other cells. One held a young Nord woman rocking in the middle of the floor muttering obscene riddles, another held a dark elf male or female I couldn’t tell I could only see the pale grey ears pointing out from under a brown sack. It was soaked in crimson.

“Place her on the table please.” The mage said reaching for that infernal book. It could hardly be called a table, more of a torture rack. Tiny spikes went along the back of it so you couldn’t struggle although that didn’t stop me from trying as they pinned me down strapping thick leather bands across my arms.

I bit back tears as the spikes dug in to my tender back. Lifting my shirt the old man held up a sharp knife, which glinted, as if pleased it was about to split me open. He looked up at the small hole in the cave's ceiling at the glowing moon.

“Any minute now.”