Freedom

Quickly the time came. My palms were sweaty, my heart beating loudly in my chest. The normal routine. But with a twist. Once everyone was out. It was just me and him. He stared at me, his eyes wandering. Strangely, I didn't mind. I sat on the cold tile. He sat beside me. "So...what's your name?" he asked me, breaking the ice. I was ashamed. "I...I don't really have one..."
"What?!? How can you not have a name?!?"
"Well, um, we all have a number, but no given name. So, we come up with out own. I never felt the need to..."
"Nonsense! You need a name." he took my hand and looked me in the eyes. "F-first, what's your name?" I stuttered ever so slightly. "Calum, Calum Crassweller." he replied softly. "You look like an Abigail to me." he said suddenly. "Abigail...Abby..." I murmured. He touched my face. "Yes, Abby, I like that name." I murmured. He smiled a broad, goofy smile. "Nice to meet you Miss Abigail." he said formally. "Please, call me Abby." I smiled. "So, how come you came as a teenager?" I asked him. "You see, my mother allowed them to insert the not yet tested wolf gene into me, to see if someone could actually live normally with this." he held up his pale, silver-gray ring on his hand. "And I did live normally. For 15 years. Till..."he cut off and buried his head in his hands. I scooted over to him closer and put a hand on his knee. "What happened?" I whispered. "I hurt her...I didn't mean to...it was an accident. They'd used me before..." he started to cry a little. Then he stiffened and regained his composure. "I mortally wounded my girlfriend. She's alive though. When I was 14...you know what happened...they used me to chase you down. It felt so...liberating..." he whispered, his emotions were obviously all over the place. He leaned his head back against the wall. I heard my friends calling me. I looked at him. I touched his cheek. "We'll talk tomorrow." he stood and offered a hand to me. I took it and he pulled me close. I stared into those eyes. He hugged me. I hugged back. I pulled away and he pressed me against the wall. I gulped, anticipant. His lips hovered close to my mouth. Suddenly, he pulled away and strode quickly out of the hallway, leaving me breathless and confused.

 

Bump

 

I walked out of the room, only to find no one. I looked around, wondering where they where. A hand clamped over my mouth and before I could scream I was dragged away. A voice whispered in my ear soothingly "Breath deeply." immediately, I did as told. I fell unconscious shortly after. I dreamed. It was a dark room. I could tell it was late. I felt linen covers under my legs as I sat up. A dark shape moved and my head snapped in it's direction, my eyes straining to see. I felt warm lips gently press against mine, and a body a bit larger than mine pressed against me. Gently, I could feel his tongue pressing into my mouth. I allowed it and they danced for a good 3 minutes. A hand caressed my cheek and I ran my hand through soft hair. We separated and I felt familiar lips and hot breath on my neck. A rude hand interrupted my dream. My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar room. A dark haired boy sat across from me. Even in the dark, I could tell he was about 18 and extremely handsome. He smiled ghostly. His hand was on my shoulder. "Who are you?" I whispered. "My name is Emmett. Who am I? That has many answers. Let's just say, I'm here to help you." he smiled. Suddenly, any unease I had was gone. I trusted him.