Waking Nightmare(Wolf solo)

It was dark, except for the artificial lights of the lamp posts that lit the street. The only sound that broke the silence a low wind, and the echoing footsteps of a woman's shoes as she walked briskly down the street. She was tense, looking over her shoulder, as if something was watching her. Maybe it was the silence, the abandoned feeling of the empty street, the darkness beyond the lights that made the only safe place feel like under the illumination of the lights.

She looked over her shoulder again, sure she had heard something behind her as she picked up her pace, and suddenly stumbled as she stepped on something in the darkness, tripping and falling to the ground into the circle of lamplight. she pushed herself up and looked to see what had tripped her up, then stifled a scream. A dark puddle was spread about a lump in the darkness, but it's shape was recognizable in the low light. A hand, severed at the forearm, blood still glistening and wet. She quickly scrambled to her feet and ran from the scene. She didn't look back, afraid of the possibility that whatever it was may be somewhere behind her, or in front of her.

She turned a corner and stopped again, the darkness stretched out before her where no lamps were there to light the awful, dangerous unknown. She quickly searched though her purse, fishing out her cell phone, the small window of light lighting her face as she swiped the menu and clicked on the flashlight application. The light flashed on and she raised it to the darkness.

The blood drained from her face, the scene of horror before here unimaginable. Bodies lined the street, a massacre. Men, women, children, no one had been spared, and all showed similar wounds, claws and teeth marks, almost every body disemboweled. She could only stare in shock, panning her phone around the darkness, only revealing more and more carnage.

Then she heard the growl. Before she could stop herself, she turned to face it's source. The light fell of a mess of brown fur, a creature stooped over a body, tearing out chunks of it's chest before pulling a large lump, the heart, out and crushing it in it's jaws. The light caught it's attention, and it turned, teeth glistening and dripping with blood. It snarled and began toward her. The woman didn't need anymore incentive to turn and run, out of the light and into the blood filled darkness. The beast form flashed briefly through the lamp light in pursuit.

The woman had to adjust her footing to avoid the bodies in the street, he phones light bouncing as he desperately tried to escape. She never stood a chance. Claws fell on her, followed by the full weight of the monster. The phone went flying, the screen shattering as it hit the road, as screams filled the air. The creature tore it's claws across her back before clamping it's jaws around the woman neck, and the screams suddenly died with the sound of a sickening crunch of bone. The creature didn't hesitate, as it gorged itself on fresh meat...

Tyson sat up, his growling, yelping, snarl the closest thing he could make to a scream. Stuffing from the bed lay scattered around the room, the ragged blanket torn almost to shreds. This was nothing new to Tyson though. His room had become progressively worse for ware since his arrival in it, especially after he learned there was no cure for his condition. He had refused to let the mansion replace the ruined furniture, knowing that anything new would be just as easily destroyed. They changed out the sheets every now and then while he was out, but they generally didn't last long. Especially on nights like this, which became more and more frequent.

Tyson had been having nightmares ever since his transformation. At first they had involved a lab, needles and being strapped to a table, but they had progressively shifted towards ones like this, becoming steadily worse with time. Dreams where he had torn people apart, dreams where he hunted people down and feasted on their innards. If they had been simply figments of his imagination he may have been able to deal with it better, but the fact was they were not all that far from the truth. He ate raw meat willingly now, having lost that fight with the loss of hope for a cure. And he had mauled people. It had been after he was cornered and flight or fight instincts had taken hold. However, he couldn't deny that he had seriously injured people and lost control of himself, and even the wolf part of him had liked the taste of blood. He didn't even know if they had survived the ordeal, and that guilt weighed on him more and more. He seemed to be losing himself more and more. He was scared, terrified at what he was becoming.

He cured up in a corner of his bed, whining softly to himself as he tried processing the events in the latest dream, as he had done every night before. He hadn't had a good night sleep since he arrived here, and as time went on his exhaustion was mounting, making it harder to concentrate. Piles of bodies, blood and gore, and the monster in the dark... himself, a wild killing machine without reason or mercy. Tonights was especially bad. It had not been just random strangers this time. The woman in his dreams he knew. And what he had done was the worst thing he had done in his dreams to date. It had not been a random woman. It had been his mom.

If he could have cried he would have, but his body couldn't, it could only whine and howl and growl. He could only curl up as tight as he could and tell himself it was a dream, and hope fervently that it was not a precursor to what he would become. But the way things were progressing, he was beginning to believe that less and less. He wanted to cry for help, but he knew nobody could. He was alone, he was a monster, and he was losing what little humanity he had piece by piece. How much longer until he lost himself completely and became a wild animal? How much longer could he fight it? How much longer till he lost?