On the Brink of Insanity

This is a story I started writing a while ago, but decided to put it back up here. Tell me what you think please.


Chapter 1




Mongrels burst through the door, their muzzles open wide and baring a set of gleaming, razor sharp teeth. Fur covered their bodies, making it unable to see their faces. Their tails flicked back and forth when they walked, their enlarged, bulging muscles shifting with every step.

One of the furry beasts stepped ahead of the others, sniffing the air. The others leaned forward, as if expecting him to find something. The tension in the room increased as he stopped outside a door. He leaned down and sniffed the crack beneath the door. After standing back up, a low, menacing growl erupted from his throat.

Behind the door sat a young girl, around ten years old. Her silky black hair went down past her shoulders to her lower back. Her silver eyes stayed glued to the door, her whole body tense, waiting for something or someone to open the door.

The door creaked open, illuminating the room she was in, making light bounce off her red highlights. Her silver eyes became golden as the mongrel stepped in.

His beady black eyes studied the girl, contemplating what to do with her. The other mongrels came up behind him, snarling, growling, and whining, wanting to get at the girl. He lifted his giant claws and struck the mongrel closest to him. It jumped back and clutched its face, blood dripping through its claws, whimpering.

The girl scooted further away from the door, not taking her eyes off of the alpha. She could hear their blood pumping through their veins, moving faster than normal humans’ blood. She felt a slight prick in her mouth and moved her tongue across her teeth. She smirked, feeling that her canines had lengthened and were sharp.

She stood up and went after the alpha in one quick, fluid motion, surprising him.



Her eyes flashed open and she sat up, startled. Her silver eyes examined the dark room she was in. seconds later, the room was no longer dark, but almost as bright as the sun and she could see everything around her. She was in a small, concrete room with one window high above her bed; though it was too small to see anything out of. A few feet under the window was her bed. It wasn’t made and it only had a thin white sheet and a small pillow. Three feet away from the bed was a sink and a toilet. Both were made out of stainless steel and she didn’t like using either one of them. Behind her was the metal door with bars that separated her from the guards that enjoyed harassing her.

The guards outside her room used to love to tease her. They’d call for her and she’d go to the door. Once she got close enough, they’d stab at her with knives, guns, and other sharp objects. They enjoyed harassing her; they thought it was a game. Well, at least until she’d shown them she wasn’t someone they should mess with.

A guard had been poking her with his knife, making small dots of blood form on her arm. She turned and swiped at him and he had laughed at her. Anger had coursed through her veins and she’d stood up as fluidly as a snake. She slipped her arm through the bars and sunk her nails into his neck. A gurgled cry escaped from his throat and she dug further into his neck, smashing it inward. Blood gushed out of his throat, spilling onto the floor and covering the door. She had leaned forward and sunk her enlarged canines, almost like fangs, into his throat and lapped up his blood. They’d never allowed a guard near her since, unless she was drugged, too weak to move, or they had at least three of four people to escort her.

She sighed deeply, pressing closer to the door and closing her eyes again.



Blood pounded in her head and she smiled triumphantly. She stepped over ripped up bodies, looking around the room.

It was painted red with their blood, which made her happy. They deserved this for killing her family. The mongrels were strewn across the floor, their fur dotted with blood and their limbs and faces ripped to shreds. Nothing in the room was moving, except one mongrel whose left eye had been ripped out of its socket. The girl walked over to him and noticed that he was the alpha. She kneeled down next to him and lifted his head up to look into her eyes; her silver eyes turning blood red for the first time.

“You shouldn’t have messed with my family.” She hissed into his ear, pulling his head closer.

A gurgle erupted from his mouth, making him spit out blood. “You’re a filthy vermin and should be wiped out. You’re half in the Night World, half in this one.” He spat at her, smirking, even though her nails were digging into the back of his ear.

She snarled and dug her nails in deeper, listening to him cry out. In a split second, her fangs were in his throat, crushing it and breaking it in half. She sucked up the blood that spurted out of his neck like a garden hose. She pulled back when she heard the crunch of a boot against glass.

“Freeze,” A voice demanded.

She looked over her shoulder, her eyes changing from blood-red to a bright, golden color. She stood up, her face shallow and pale, as if she were a ghost.

The police man held up a gun, pointing it at her, and she laughed. That wouldn’t protect him from her. Men came up behind the shaking man and poured into her house. They ran through the halls and into rooms.

She knew what they’d see. They’d see her mother, father, and brother, lying dead in their beds, throats crushed and ripped out. They would see the mongrels in their human form, throats crushed or limbs ripped out of their sockets and discarded onto the floor. They’d also see a ten year old girl, covered head to toe in blood, eyes wild and hungry for more.



She heard the sound of metal sliding through metal. She stood up quickly and was on the other side of the room in seconds. Her eyes darted to the doorway, staring at the face that was peering at her. She crinkled her nose. He smelled like those mongrels and something else… Her eyes widened. Blood. She stepped forward slowly, hesitant.

The man smirked, amused. “Good girl Rayne. Now come with me, play nice, and tell Grief what he wants to hear and you’ll get some.” He unlatched the cell door and opened it, stepping back and inviting her to come out.

Rayne stepped out of her cell and immediately winced. The light bothered her sensitive eyes, and standing next to this wolf wasn’t helping. He grabbed her arm and led her down the halls towards the “infirmary”. By now, she knew that if she struggled, she’d get hurt. But, that didn’t mean she would let them run over her or tell them anything about her past.

The burly wolf stopped outside of a plain looking door that read: “Infirmary.” Without releasing her arm, he opened the door. Then, he pushed her in, letting her go, and closing the door behind her.



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Chapter 2

Rayne blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. It looked as if she was in a regular doctor’s office, but she knew she wasn’t. She was in the place where they tortured the already tortured souls.

In front of her was a reception desk, chairs lined the wall behind her. A figure of a woman was hunched over the desk; eyes squinted as she struggled to see the computer screen.

“Take a seat, the doctor will be with you shortly,” the woman murmured, as if this was an ordinary office. She didn’t even tear her eyes away from the screen.

Rayne continued to stand, not wanting to sit. Every muscle in her body was tense, ready to bolt if they gave her the opportunity.

A door opened and light flooded into the room. Rayne saw a burly man walk out; his broad shoulders the width of the door. She looked up to see his face and winced. His eyes looked over her hungrily and his mouth was curled in a smirk, making his scruffy beard move further up his face. He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into the light.

She closed her eyes, letting him take her into the blinding light. She heard the sound of the door slamming behind her, then realized she was being pushed into a chair. She didn’t resist him as he strapped her down loosely. He probably thought she was getting weaker and tired from not talking. But even though she’d been doing this for seven years, since she was ten, she just wasn’t going to cave.

He prodded her, forcing her to open her eyes. She looked up at him, wincing in the light. “Hello dear,” he smirked, his voice coated with honey. “You remember me don’t you?”

She blinked her eyes half closed, hardly able to see his face in the light. She did recognize his voice. She shook her head no. She couldn’t remember exactly who he was.

“It’s me, Doctor Grief.” He put his hands on the armrests of the chair, leaning forward until his face was right in front of hers. He grinned evilly down at her, making her lip curl back in a snarl.

He chuckled. “So you do remember.” He stood up and walked to the other side of the room.

Rayne pulled at her bonds, testing them. She could pull her hands up a few inches off the armrests. If she used her strength, she could get out of here easily. She froze as he turned back around.

He walked back over to over, holding a long, six foot black pole with what looked like claws attached to the end of it. “Now, we can do this the easy way. Or the hard way. If you answer all of my questions, four bags of blood will be waiting for you when you get back to your cell. Or, I can give you pain until you talk.” He smirked and pushed a button, causing electricity to flow along the claws. “I prefer the hard way.”

Rayne didn’t flinch; she just stared at the taser. She’d felt that many times before, she didn’t like answering questions.

“First question. What is your name, dear?”

She growled; she hated him calling her ‘dear’. She kept her mouth shut, not wanting to talk to him, but she did need the blood... she sighed deeply then spoke. “Rayne,” she whispered, her voice rough from misuse.

He smirked, looking amused at her pained expression. “Rayne. That’s a pretty name for a beautiful girl.” He walked over to her and stood next to her, cupping her face in his hand.

She let her fangs come out, baring them at him. She lunged forward and sunk them into the flesh of his forearm. He cried out, letting go of her, pulling his weapon up to the side of her face.

She froze, keeping her grip on his forearm, blood pooling out from the wound she had created. She didn’t want to move. She was waiting to see what he’d do.

“Let go,” he hissed down at her.

She pulled back slowly, just enough to pull her fangs out. She licked the blood off his wound before pulling back, laying her head to rest against the cushion of the chair.

He wrapped his fingers around her throat and pressed her up into the chair. He put the taser up against the side of her throat, turning it on.

She winced, feeling him starting to crush her throat. She gasped at the heat of the electricity, trying to take a breath into her lungs.

He was breathing heavily and his pupils were enlarged, his eyes wide. He shoved the taser deep into her neck, just under her jawbone.

She screamed, feeling the electricity jolt through her. Pain ran through her veins, making her want to pass out. It was like being changed all over again.

Over the sound of the flowing electricity, she could hear the Doctor’s maniacal laughter. He seemed to be enjoying her pain, the way she was screaming.

He pulled back suddenly, leaving her gasping for breath. He released her throat and she fell forward, her head slumped down. She clenched her hands and teeth together so hard they bled.

She looked up just in time to see him coming back with another taser. She froze were she was, her eyes widening. She didn’t want this anymore…

“Alright Rayne. Now, you’re going to talk. I want you to tell me why you killed your family and those men.”

She licked her lips and sat up straight, staring at him with hard eyes. “I didn’t kill my family. Those men killed them. I was trying to protect myself from them. It was either kill or be killed.”



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