Living With These Dirty Hands
“ How would it feel-to wake up one morning and see your best friend dead. And even worse-see the blood on your hands and realize you did it. ”
This is the shame Brooklyn,a werewolf,has to live with.
She escapes her lonely home, finds herself in love, and is being pursued by the government.Everyone wants her dead and everyone believes she is a horrible beast.
The problem, They're right,and Brooklyn knows it
The man gave an anguished cry and fell to his knees. â€œMarisaâ€¦â€ He said in a barely audible whisper. â€œNo,no!â€ He could not bring himself to look at the creature that killed his wife, the creature that was a child born from a human yet, not one herself.
â€œSir?â€ Said the midwife curtly. She held the thing as far away as possible, disgusted with it. â€œwhat is the childâ€™s name?â€
He looked up at her. â€œBrooklyn.â€
â€œWhat is the surname?â€
â€œShe doesnâ€™t have one.â€
Understanding what he meant, she nodded. She laid the werewolf, for that is what it was, on top of the mother. The pup whimpered then nibbled at the dead carcass.
â€œGet it off her!â€
â€œBut sirâ€¦â€ Smack! The manâ€™s hand hit her face. Blood spilled from the midwifeâ€™s jaw.
â€œGet it off Marisa, Now!â€
She did so, setting the pup down on a heater. She then got a rag and some ice for her jaw. The father of Brooklyn put a towel in a box and threw Brooklyn in there. The pup yelped. Heart hardening with every step he took,he walked out to an abandoned train station. There was a small forest surrounding it,making it the ideal spot for what he wanted to do. He set Brooklyn down. As he muttered something under his breath green electricity sparked in his hands. He started up a chant that lasted for hours. He watched as the enchantment glass was woven together. When it was finished he turned and walked away,never to look back again.