Bite Sized Story’s Chronicles

Faint whispers calling him was like a sedative to his mind.

Calm, calm, focus on your thoughts, not your looks. For a dash of a moment, his eyes blinked open and he was horrified all over again. Opening his fur-covered muzzle to roar he was calmed for another moment. The voice was welcoming and alluring, but it could only do so much.

His heavy claws shook as his mind broke apart again.

I had a family, I had a wife and kids so long ago, so so long ago. How long has it been? One hundred, two hundred years?

A thousand the voice said and he snapped all over again.

They must be dead by now he screamed internally. No, they were killed weren't they, but by who? He tried to focus on thinking straight for a second, a second was all he needed. His towering figure shook to its core in the damp dark room.

Whoever killed them he'd kill, he knew he would. Holding his claws to his angular head he pushed against his skull on both sides. Think think, then it clicked. He killed them, he did it so long ago and now he could remember it clearly. Rage built within him that night when he morphed into a monster.

His eyes opened again and he stumbled back for a moment. What did I do, how could I have?

We've already been through this whole scenario before snap out of it the voice called to him. For a moment it worked and his mind was eased, then it felt as if tears clogged his eyes and he collapsed to the floor. Curling his long worn legs in he sat motionless. He cried away in the dark although no tears came out. What did he become so long ago?

Small echoes peaked his ears as he lay there and he stopped silently sobbing. Listening closely he could tell it was the pitter-patter of prey. Jumping to his feet his mind honed in on the thought of food.

Haven't had food in weeks. Starving, starving to insanity!

Relax, you don't know what kind of food you're dealing with the voice said.

Don't care, food is food he thought as he galloped down halls into the pitch black and his recollection faded.