Fighting Freedom

'He should be dead within thirty seconds.
The werewolf heart is about two thirds the size of a humans, but in order to shrink, first it has to stop. In other words, he has a heart attack. All the internal organs are smaller, so while he's having his heart attack, he's having liver and kidney failure too. If he stops screaming, it's not because the pain is going; his throat, gullet and vocal chords are tearing and re-forming. He literally can't make a sound. By now the pituitary gland should be working overtime; flooding his body with endorphins to ease off some of the pain. But that too has shut down. Anyone else would have died of shock long ago. But it won't break him, and that's the thing I find most remarkable. It drags him through fire and keeps him alive; even conscious to endure every second. Nothing like this could just evolve. This is the fingerprint of God. An impossible lethal curse spread by tooth and claw; victim against victim against victim. It's so cruel, it's painful.'

Benji slammed the book shut in disgust. Af if he didn't already go through the pain for three days every month he now had to read about it for homework. Did teachers have no compassion? He sighed and leant back against a rather tall tree. He was only in the forest to escape stuck up Gryffindor's and stalking Slytherins. Hufflepuffs, he supposed, were alright. Too cuddly for his taste. He closed his eyes for a moment and just listened. He could hear the sounds of footprints of crispy leaves, someone was coming. He opened his eyes just in time to see a girl, about his age, walking in the forest. Why was she there? He doubted it was for the same reason as himself.

Lily had been hoping she would see Sylvester again. The last time they had met, he had been kind to her, and sympathetic. He knew what she was dealing with, and he was about the only one. Not even Topher knew. Besides her parents. And this was the last place she had seen him. It did not look like he was here. Great, just when I needed to talk to somebody the most. The full moon is coming up! She huffed in frustration, and sat down on a rock. And in the complete silence, she heard noise. Very light breathing, and a couple of leaves cracking from pressure. She turned her head, but saw nobody. It was probably just an animal. Nothing to be afraid of.