Clawing

The moon was high in the sky lighting up the ground below it, its wicked grin like a smile shining down on the kingdom. A full moon would be here in a few days and Malakai could feel it. He could feel his other half clawing at him wanting to be free. Standing at the large window overlooking the kingdom from the church grounds. His colored eyes scanned everyone and everything. He had every path every door and window counted for. He knew where people stood and where they didn't. What time they got up and got around to things. He waited for the young man to come back to the church with the items he had ordered for the full moon. 

The church doors swang open and the young man walked in with a box of all the items Malakai had ordered. Reaching into his pocket Mal pulled out a roll of hundred dollar bills and gave it to the boy as he took the box from him and headed towards the stairwell that led to the catacombs below the church. Something he had found many years ago as a child exploring the church. It looked like an old cell they used back in the day to torture people. It was perfect for what he needed it for.

Reaching into the box he started to pull out white candles of different sizes and placing them all around the cell. The floor, the small bench on the cross that hanged from the ceiling that had old melted wax hanging dried from the old wood. Next he pulled out a few pieces of silver and placed it by the window and the door making sure when the light from the moon came in it would make the silver shine bright like a light. Next he pulled out some wolfbane and scattered the pedals all over the floor in a circle right underneath the hang cross. Once he was done with all the items in the box he walked over to the hang cross and kneeled down checking two cuffs connected to two chains bolted to the stone ground. They were strong like new. Made to hold something down and able to take a beating if something tried to escape from them.

He stood up and walked over to the door and closed it behind him heading up the stairwell to head up to his bedroom to wait for the night to go by and prepare for the next night. The full moon night. For most nights Mal was able to control the beast who clawed at him wanting to rip out of him and to be free. But there was other nights were the beast was in full control. Men would be killed children would become food and the women would be raped and killed after he had his fill. But most nights he and the beast had an understanding. But he had a feeling tomorrow night would be one of those nights he would have to fight and lock himself in. especially now that the Kingdom was returning. 

The next night the moon was full. And he could already feel the change coming. He rushed to the room below the church and had the father lock the door behind him as he kneeled down on the floor and started to chain himself up to keep from running about and killing folk. He felt how his body fought the change his bones cracking and snapping as he started to change. His flesh ripping off his body were once was skin now fur took over. He growls and howls in pain as he fought the chains wanting to break free. The pain was too much for him as the beast took over and fought for freedom. A freedom that never came as he passed out on the cold stone floor of the church