I stood in front of the broken mirror.
Shards missing from the glass but just enough left to be able to see. There were muscles there that I couldn't see before in my arms, legs, and stomach, new definition contouring in my arms and thighs.
I pinched my side, where a layer of fat used to hint at curves to come. Nothing. The asylum had stolen whatever softness my body once had.

At least I am stronger than I was. I pulled my t-shirt back on, covering my body, and walked away from my harsh reflection.

I was no longer weak and frail. I could fight now.

When the door to my cell opened, it felt as though a weight had dropped into the pit of my stomach. The usual guards that would harass me, and some of the others, the ones not willing to participate in my torture, stood in the back corner, laughing amongst themselves.

They looked up, their dull eyes boring holes into my skin, they were snickering. The voice in my head growling and bearing her teeth at them.
Though a sharp, almost snark like laugh sounded higher than the rest of them, it belonged to a short man, balding and fat with a bulbous nose and deep set piggy eyes.

I walked to my bunk, trying to pretend like they weren't there, and fumbled around in the drawer under my bed for the makeshift knife I had crafted from a fragment of broken glass I had received from one of the other inmates in a trade. One hand clamped around the made shift blade I stood up, and right behind me was Piggy, breathing laboured breaths down my neck. Making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

I jumped back, trying my best to conceal the shard behind my back and I tried to slip past him, but he slammed his hand against the wall behind me, blocking my path. I should have known he wouldn't let me get away that easily.

"Amelia, I didn't realise you were so...full figured." Every word that he spoke, is careful and manipulative felt like a knife in my chest.

"Get away from me." My voice was somehow steady, but low and dangerous from the emotions of the voice in my head.

"This isn't the orphanage, you know. No one has to fear you here. After all we're surrounded by Psychopaths."
His eyes travelled down my body, and bike rose in my throat but I swallowed the bitter taste, I wanted to gag. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and feel the thrumming in my throat as the others inched closer, forming a pack behind Piggy.

This would be bad.
-Very, very bad

I had to get out of there, I could never win in a fight against all of them, even with my glass shard.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a clear path to the unlocked door that was left slightly ajar. If I could duck under Piggy's fat arm and sprint toward it, I might be able to make it.

"Look at her," One of the men said, crossing his arms and smirking at me. "She's practically a child."

"Oh, I don't know," said Piggy, raising his lips in w wicked smile, a flash of yellow teeth. "Smith said she's a pretty good fuck..." he hinted, nodding his head toward me. "Why don't we see if he was telling the truth?"

Now.
I ducked under Piggy's arm and darted toward the door.

Laughter erupted, as I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. My foot caught on something and I felt, but I didn't stay down for long, I willed myself up, my feet pounded against the floor. I had to get away, I didn't know where I was going, I just knew that I couldn't be here.

I ran past the men, none of them bothering to stop me as I fled.. Sprinting down the hallway and into a guard bathroom, I leaned against the door, breathing hard.
Maybe, if I pressed my eyes closed hard enough I could pretend it never happened.
That they never touched me.
That they never said what they did.
None of it really happened.

Maybe.

It didn't matter. I didn't t care.

A sob burst from my mouth, and I slapped my hand over my lips to contain it. It didn't matter what they said, what they threatened. They had done worse before. I shook my head like the motion was supposed to make true.
Suddenly, the urge to cry was gone and instead I felt something hot and violent writhing within my stomach.
I wanted them dead.

I stared at my eyes in the mirror.
I wanted them to feel everything that they had done to me.

Because little did they know...
They created a beast, and that one day, it would be their very own creation, a beast, that would one day be their downfall

***

"First fight, Colton verses Deane."

Two men stepped into the ring, one towering above the other with shaggy blonde hair. The smaller one, though still built strong due to being a lycanthrope did not even compare to the other.

Needless to say the match did not last long, the larger male knocking out the smaller one in less than a minute.

"The winner is Colton!" Emmet shouts, grabbing the large mans hand and holding it high in the air, "Next round, "Jane versus Marie."

The second fight dragged on much longer then the first, both girls even in stature and power.
Both gave hits.
Both received hits.
-that was until one of the girls landed a particularly vulgar punch to the others face, leaving her sprawled on the ground, knocked out cold. Her strawberry blonde hair in a halo around her head.

"The winner is Jane!" Emmet announced, raising her hand as a sign of victory. The girl, Jane, beamed brightly disputed the fact she'd just kicked the shit out of a fellow pack member, all in the name of going to the Altum ball I guess.

"Next fight, Esmeralda versus Amelia."

This was it, now or never.

We moved into the clearing among the circle of people, some jeering, others silent with stony expressions.

Rule number one, never underestimate your opponent. She survived that night in the wood. She's tougher then she looks.

"You may begin."

Esmeralda stood across from me.
I would wait for her to make the first move.

She started toward me, throwing her weight into a messy punch. As her body shifted forward, I moved to the left and forced my fist into her abdomen. I slipped past her, my hands up, ready for her next attempt.

The fight was harder then she had anticipated.
She would not win.

Rule number one; never underestimate your opponent.

She ran at me, unbalanced and disunited, I darted out of the way. I heard a faint echo of Hades' voice in my head, but the words were blurred amongst the rushing adrenaline coursing through my veins, -so I blocked it out entirely.

She punched me in the ribs and I stumbled to the side, recovering my breath. My wolf raged within me. This fight would end now.

I wanted to take my claws down her face, but that was not a smart move, the pack would not approve. I watch her for a few seconds, her hands were high. Guarding her face, leaving the rest of her exposed. My wolf pushed itself forward I my mind, not enough to completely take control, but enough to enhance my body's strength.

Our eyes met for just a split second.

I darted towards her, throwing my fist low, below her ribs. My fist sank into her flesh, forcing a heavy breath from her mouth and I felt her breath fan my ear. She grit her teeth and let out a frustrated growl, more animal-sounding than human.

As she gasped, I kicked her legs out from under her, and she fell hard on the ground with a bang, sending a flurry of dust into the air like smoke.

I pulled my foot back and kicked as hard as I could at her ribs.

The pack members would not approve. I had already won, the fight was over but I couldn't stop. The blood lust was too much.

She curled into a ball to protect herself, but I kicked again, and again and again.

I kicked again, this time hitting her in the face. Blood, thick and red crawled from her nose and the edges of her lips. Red like her hair.

She knew, she saw me in the woods that day.
She had to die.

I pulled my foot back again, but Hades's hands clamped around my arms, pulling me away from her with irresistible force and sending flames through my body at whatever skin his fingers found.

I my breaths came through gritted teeth, staring at Esmeralda's blood-covered face, the color a deep and rich scarlet.

"Enough," Hades growled, "It's over."

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