The Bloody Truth

"I lunge at her. With my ears deafened and my vision blurred with a mixture of instinctual savagery and boiling emotions; I tear, shred, crunch and crush whatever flesh my jaws can close around. Through it all she not once makes a single sound, she doesn't have the time nor the energy to voice any fear, pain or protest. I suppose just witnessing my return alone is enough to destroy her before I could even touch her. Or maybe she has accepted her fate as she knows that there is no one here to save her. But I don't want to kill her, I never did, I just want to be ME again...but I can't, because SHE is 'me'.
We are identical twins, nobody can tell us apart, not even our own parents. That is why father didn't know who I was the first time I returned. I searched for the road home for three months after my first full moon, on my third full moon I finally found it and without thinking tried to follow it...but on my way I happened upon my sister, I was so happy to see her again, I ran to hug her but she screamed and ran from me. At the time I was confused, yes I am a werewolf but surely as my sister she should recognise me and my clothes? I chased after her, begging her to stop and listen to me, but she kept running until somebody found us both. It was father! I was even more overjoyed especially when he called my name, but as I tried to approach he pointed his gun at me and yelled at me. I had never seen him so angry, was he mad because I hadn't come home? Did he hate me now that I was a wolf? Dad I'm sorry...don't be scared, it's still me, I'm just a bit- 'STAY BACK, BEAST!' was the reply I got. I was scared now, I didn't know what to do. He didn't see me, he saw only the wolf. But he called my name...if he didn't know who I was why did he call my name? But when he told me to get behind him...I realised what was going on when my sister ran to stand behind father for protection. He was talking to her, not me. My sister had stolen my name, she must've told our parents that it was her that the Dunninton Beast caught and pretended to be me. Why though? Why would my own sister do that to me? Was she scared she'd get into trouble or something? I didn't understand. Father loaded fresh bullets into his shotgun and took aim. He was going to shoot me, and without my cloak he didn't know it was me. I cried. He then started to cry too. We were both crying, and then he snarled 'this is for taking my little girl away from me!' He thought I was the Dunninton Beast. No daddy, please don't shoot me...she's not me! I'm me! It's me, I'm right here! So please Daddy, I'm not dead! Daddy NO! He fired at me. Shot me right in the neck, then shot me again in the collarbone. I made no more noise, I fell to the ground painfully. I could feel the bullet stuck fast in my throat choking me, but neither bullets were made of silver so they did not kill me. I passed out from both the lack of air and the pure agony, I didn't die but it felt like I had; because when I woke up I was in hell. Four cage walls surrounding me on the back of a carriage transporting me to a new cruel life far, far away from home. Sold to the Circus like a tiger sold to a zoo. I still have one of the bullets lodged inside me you know, the one in my collarbone, I lost my memory of it at the circus but now it serves as a reminder of my sister's betrayal. The memories that the bullet holds are fresh in my mind again but the one that drives me insane is the memory of my sister grinning and winking at me before I got shot.
A couple of hours pass before I eventually snap out of my fit of animalistic madness. My heart's still pounding like a drum, slowing my breath does very little to help it relax. Coming out of a rage is almost therapeutic, you feel a sudden sense of calm and relief, and that's how I feel right now. I rise up from my bloodied paws so that I am standing again, my sister is gone and I don't mean just dead, I mean completely gone. It's as though I have swallowed her whole all in one go (and while it might be only my imagination, I swear that I can feel wriggling and hear muffled groaning in my expanded belly as I speak). No body, no leftovers at all, just a big puddle of blood in the spot where she once stood soaking into the wooden floorboards and my white cloak. I don't know how in the world my cloak remained so intact after all that, not so much as a rip in the cotton, how could my huge sharp claws swinging around so erratically possibly miss landing a single scratch on that thin fabric? And yet there it is, resting lifelessly on the floor soaking up the red warm liquid, all that's left of the little deceiver who was wearing it only moments ago. It soaks up nearly all of the blood like a sponge until there is just a large damp stain on the floor now. My cloak is no longer white either, now it is entirely red like a flattened rose but I don't mind, in fact I like this color better than white anyway. Because white lies but blood is always true, and my cloak is now as red as blood."

Yeah no time to submit anything 'christmasy' (yet) due to a lot of commissions and the holidays, so here's the next installment of the 'Circus Wolf' series since I always draw these at work during my lunch breaks (or when there's nothing to do and the manager's not looking lol).
So yeah sometimes being twins suck...makes identity-theft all the more easier to commit and even harder to discover. And yes I got a little inspiration from the True Ending of the RPG Maker game 'The Witch's House', one of my four favorite RPG horror games and the first one I ever found, the true ending legit made me cry a little (if you don't want spoilers and want to play the game for yourself however I do not recommend that you click on the video link to it.)
part 1 Bars of Boredom
part 2 Clowning around with death
part 3 Not one of them
part 4 A Circus Freak's Purgatory
part 5 Dog-fight in the Circus Ring
part 6 Pigs among a Wolf
part 7 Stolen Fate
Part 8 Drinking Whiskey and Hatred
Part 9 No more clowning around...
part 10 Fair Share of the Kill
part 11 Finishing the job
part 12 Hot Pursuit
part 13 Burning down our Hell
part 14 Morning's reversion
part 15 Stranger in the Mirror
Part 16 Lost not in the Woods but in the mind
part 17 Deja vu?
part 18 Change in Power
part 19 Lost and Never found
part 20 Wolf at the Door
part 22 Departing Lullaby
part 23 The Wolf in Red Clothing