The beast was raging inside of me tonight. It would have to be fed. I hadn't let it feed in a long time. The last time was more than three months ago. The anger was strong, pounding in my head. Strength was coursing through my body, electric pulses making my muscles jump, twitching under my skin. I could barely drive, pressing the accelerator to the floor, pushing the car harder, driving far away from the city. The beast would need to roam tonight, and I was taking myself far into the woods where I could be free.
I slammed my fist into the steering wheel, once, twice, again, raging. I tried to hold on, to push it back, wanting to wait until I was further into the forest, get further from the city. I turned onto a dirt road, the car spinning around the turn, driving too fast, the car almost out of control. I pointed it back onto the road and headed down this isolated road going deep into the woods. But, the beast did not want to be controlled. My hand ripped at the passenger seat, claws digging into the fabric, tearing it from the seat, shredding the foam inside. I was driving too fast for this road, the car bouncing over the bumps, my head thumping against the roof.
I couldn't control it anymore. I stepped on the brakes, twisting the car to the side, sliding into a tree. The car slammed into a tree, my head flying forward into the steering wheel, the seat belt dragging me back again. The beast burst forward. The seat belt was torn off of me, the door thrown open, and I stepped into the night. I ran into the woods, tearing through the brush, running into the moonless night.
I tore the clothes from my body, running faster, pounding the ground, the anger out of control. I couldn't think, couldn't react. I just wanted to run, so I ran. My body stretched as the bones grew, the skin pulling against the expanding muscles. I growled, pushing the muscles harder and running deeper into the woods. The hair on my body was becoming thicker and longer. My face stretched, the nose getting wider.
As I ran my thoughts began to clear. I liked to let the beast take control when needed. The feeling of raw power in my body, the speed, the adrenaline was better than any drug. At times I had lost control of it in the city. Bad things had happened, not that I minded what the beast did. I enjoyed that too, but I just didn't want to get caught. A beast rampaging through the city would be hunted and killed. A beast rampaging deep in the woods could be free.
I just wished I had been able to drive further into the woods. I wanted to get far away from where people might be to let the beast roam free and hunt wild animal, but the beast preferred to hunt people. I allowed it do that on occasion, but tried to keep it under control.
Soon, I stopped running, breathing fast, sucking the cool night air into my lungs, the initial surge of energy now dissipated. The anger had subsided and I could control my actions. Controlling the beast was a constant struggle, but I tried to keep its desires from overpowering me. I wanted to harness its power, revel in its strength, and meld with the beast. As long as I fed its desires, let the animal nature free, the beast could be controlled.
I sniffed the air, looking for the scent of prey, searching. I sensed nothing big around us, just smaller animals, nothing large. The beast was in search of something big tonight. I moved slowly forward, still sniffing.