In a dark alley, Akira was breathing hard. His body was shaking, and his red eyes were full of anger and pain. He could still feel the pain from the beatings his father gave him. He looked at his hand—his fingers were shaking, and his sharp nails were covered in blood. Then he looked ahead and saw people running away from him. Some of them were hurt, lying on the ground in pain, bleeding because of his claws.
"I… did this?" he whispered, staring at his hands.
His heart was beating fast—not because he was scared, but because he felt something strange… a feeling of power. For the first time, he wasn't the one being hurt. For the first time, he was the one making others afraid. But he didn't feel happy… only empty inside. He took a deep breath and turned his head when he heard fast footsteps coming toward him.
"There he is! The killer werewolf!"
"We reported him! We have to stop him before he hurts more people!"
A group of men came to the alley—some were police, some were just angry people. They had sticks, knives, and even guns pointed at Akira. But Akira wasn't scared at all. It was like life meant nothing to him. He took a step forward, not caring about the weapons.
His eyes looked empty. No fear. No regret. He only heard his own breathing and his heartbeat. One of the police officers raised his gun with a shaking hand and pointed it at Akira.
Officer (nervously, then shouting): "He's just a kid… but he's dangerous! If you move one more step, I'll shoot!"
But Akira didn't stop. He walked forward slowly. The officer pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A loud sound echoed—but it wasn't from the police. It was from Akira. A bullet hit his right hand. At first, he didn't understand what happened. Then he saw blood coming from his small arm. The pain was too much for someone his age. He stepped back, then fell to the ground, holding his injured hand and breathing hard, eyes wide in pain.
Akira (thinking): "They… shot me?"
He looked at the officers with shaky eyes. This time, he didn't just feel anger… he felt betrayed. They didn't care that he was a kid. They didn't care that he didn't understand what he was doing. They just saw a monster. He looked at their fingers still on the triggers, ready to kill him if he stood up again.
Akira (breathing weakly): "M-Mom…"
He didn't know why he thought of his mother. He just really wanted to see her. But she wasn't there… and she was never coming to save him. No one was. The only thing Akira felt now was hate—hate for a world that never accepted or showed him mercy. His vision started to blur, and he felt like he was about to pass out. He heard the voices of the officers around him.
"We got him! He's bleeding!"
"Is he dead?"
"No, he's still breathing. What should we do?"
"We'll take him. He's too dangerous to leave."
Akira (whispers): "I'll kill you all…"
The officers moved closer. Their faces were full of fear. Some pointed their guns. Others hesitated.
"We need to kill him now!" one shouted.
"But… he's just a child!"
"Are you crazy? That thing isn't human. Did you see what he did to those people?"
"A child? Did you see his claws? His eyes? He's a monster! If we let him live, he'll grow up and kill us all!"
Akira could barely see. Everything looked blurry. Their voices mixed together. They came closer, weapons still ready.
"We'll take him to the holding center. He's not human… but he's not dead yet."
"Are you sure? What if he escapes? What if he becomes something worse?"
"We don't have a choice. We can't kill him here. But if he tries anything—we'll finish him."
Akira couldn't hear the rest. His body gave up. His glowing eyes faded, and he collapsed in his blood.
Akira (thinking): "I… don't want to die… but I also… don't want to live in this world…"
The last thing he felt was cold hands pulling his small body away before everything went dark.
At the police station, Akira slowly opened his eyes. He tried to move his hands, but something was holding them… they were chained. He lifted his head slowly. The room was dark, with no windows. The walls were gray and cold. In front of him sat a man in a police uniform, on a metal chair, staring at him with cold, emotionless eyes.
"You finally woke up… You're in prison now, little monster. Do you have anything to say before we decide what to do with you?"
Akira looked at him, his red eyes full of cold anger. There was no fear. No begging. Just silent hate. Then he whispered quietly but clearly:
"I'll kill you all one day."
Akira felt a sharp pain in his injured hand. He looked down at it. It was wrapped in white bandages, but they were stained with dry blood. He stared at his hand in silence. He didn't know whether to feel thankful they didn't let him bleed to death… or hate them more for keeping him alive to suffer.
"Oh, I see you're awake."
Akira quickly raised his head. There was a man standing behind the cell bars. He looked like a high-ranking officer, with sharp, cold features. He stared at Akira with no pity in his face.
Officer: "You've been unconscious for almost a day. Your injury was treated, though some of my men didn't want to waste medical supplies on a creature like you."
Akira looked at the man. His red eyes still held the same coldness, but deep inside, he felt a mix of emotions… hate, confusion, and anger that hadn't gone away.
Akira (quietly): "Why?"
Officer (confused): "What?"
Akira (calm but deadly): "Why didn't you kill me?"
Officer: "Because we still don't know what to do with you."
The officer raised his hand and threw a small file to the ground in front of the cell. It had papers inside. One of them had Akira's name written clearly. The officer continued speaking.
Officer (without emotion): "Akira… a six-year-old child, already committed his first crime… You attacked civilians, caused serious injuries to many people. The police couldn't decide if you were just an angry kid or…"
He paused and looked at Akira with sharper eyes.
"…a killer monster."
Akira didn't move. He didn't answer. He just kept staring at the officer in silence.
Officer: "The truth is… we don't know where to put you. You're too young to stay with real criminals. But we also can't return you to the public. Because simply… you're dangerous."
Akira focused on the word "dangerous." Was that all the world saw in him? Even after everything he went through—being abandoned, beaten, hurt—they still looked at him like he was a threat, not a broken child? But Akira didn't need an answer. He had already understood long ago… that there was no place for him in this world.
Officer: "Some people want to get rid of you. Others think they can study you. But I'm here to tell you one thing…"
He leaned forward, looking straight into Akira's eyes.
Officer: "Your life… no longer belongs to you."
Akira stayed silent. There was no fear in his eyes. No care. Just a scary calmness…
Akira (in pain): "You… all of you… will regret this."
The officer paused, then smiled in a mocking way, like he didn't take Akira's words seriously.
Officer (laughing): "We'll see about that, little one."
He turned slowly and left the cell, locking the door tightly behind him. A guard stayed behind, watching Akira. Akira stayed quiet for a while after the officer left. He looked at the gray walls… at the chains around his wrists… then suddenly, he started laughing. At first, it was soft… then it got louder.
"Haha… Hah… Hahahahaha!"
His voice echoed through the small cell. The laughter grew louder and louder until it became dark and crazy, even though it came from a child.
Akira (in a cheerful voice): "Oh! Little Akira is soooo dangerous! Haha! Did you hear that? I'm dangerous! I'm a threat! I'm a little monster!"
He suddenly looked up and gave a big smile—but it wasn't the smile of a happy child… It was the smile of someone who felt like an empty shell. Then he looked toward the bars, where the guard stood, looking confused and nervous from the child's strange laugh.
Akira (in an innocent, childish voice): "So, Mister Police Officer… will you bring me candy tomorrow? Or do little monsters not get any sweets?"
Akira's laughs and childish words weren't coming from a happy person. They were coming from someone broken and lonely… someone trying to entertain himself.
Akira (whispers): "My life isn't mine anymore, right? Then whose is it? Yours? Haha… you really think you own me? Fools… no one can own me. No one can lock me up forever!"
He looked at the officer still watching him, then gave him a creepy, mocking smile.
Akira: "Are you scared of me, Mister Officer? You should be. If you see me as a monster… I'll show you the monster you made."
The officer stepped back without realizing it. Then he frowned, trying to hide his fear, while Akira kept laughing like a mad child. The officer began to mutter to himself, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Officer: "This kid… he's not normal… he's insane."
In a dark room with only a metal table and two chairs, the same high-ranking officer sat with scattered papers in front of him. Across from him was the officer who had been watching Akira. The main officer looked calm, but the other man was clearly nervous.
Main Officer (softly, reading a report): "Is this true?"
Guard (nervous): "Yes, sir. I saw it myself. That werewolf kid… he's not normal at all."
Main Officer (still reading): "A six-year-old, no training, yet he fought the police, survived a bullet, seriously hurt people… and then started laughing like he enjoyed it? Tell me exactly what you saw."
Guard (taking a deep breath): "At first, he was way too calm. He didn't look scared or sorry. It was like he didn't care about his fate. Then, after I left… he started laughing. But not normal laughing. It was full of madness… and he made sarcastic jokes! He didn't speak like a six-year-old at all."
The officer leaned on the table, listening.
Main Officer (raising his eyebrow, expressionless): "Sarcastic jokes? Interesting."
Guard (worried): "Sir… that kid is a real threat. If we let him live… what will he become when he grows up? We can't take that risk."
The officer stayed silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and opened another file with recommendations about what to do with Akira.
Main Officer (reading): "You're right. After deep research, we found three options…
Option one: Send him to a special prison for dangerous kids, with tight surveillance.
Option two: Hand him to an outside organization for research, since he's a 'rare case.'
Option three…"
He paused as he read the last line, then looked up at the nervous guard.
"There's a recommendation… for secret execution."
The guard swallowed hard. He wasn't surprised, but he didn't expect them to bring that up so soon.
At that moment, a different guard knocked on the door and came in quickly.
Guard: "Sir! The kid… Akira… he's asking to talk to you!"
Main Officer (slightly surprised, eyes narrowing): "He wants to speak to me?"
Guard: "Yes. He says he has a request."
The officer put the papers down and stood up.
Main Officer: "Let's see what that little werewolf wants."
Akira was still chained to the wall, unable to move. His red eyes lit up a little when he saw the officer enter the cell. The officer stood before him with a serious and powerful presence.
Main Officer (coldly, arms crossed): "I heard you want to talk to me."
Akira (smiling sweetly like a child): "Yes, yes, Mister Officer!"
Main Officer: "So, what do you want?"
Akira: "I'm hungry! I haven't eaten in a long time. Can I have some food? Oh, and… I want a lollipop! Please, can I have one?"
Main Officer (laughing mockingly): "Is that what you want? Candy? After all you've done?"
Akira tilted his head to the side, looking like an innocent little boy.
Akira: "Oh, Mister Officer… you say it like I'm some scary monster, but I'm just a little kid, right?"
The officer stared at him for a moment. Something about this kid felt very strange.
Akira: "And I really love lollipops! Red is my favorite. Can you bring me one, please?"
Main Officer (sighing, looking at the guard): "Give him food… and the lollipop he asked for."
The guard was surprised, but he had no choice. A few minutes later, a tray arrived. It had some meat and a red-wrapped lollipop on the side. Akira was still chained, and he looked at the food in front of him. He raised his chained hands slightly and looked at the officer.
Akira: "But… how can I eat like this? My hands are tied. Do you expect me to eat like a dog?"
Main Officer (mocking): "You're already half a dog, aren't you?"
But Akira didn't get angry. He just giggled like a child.
Akira: "Mister Officer, you're funny! But no, werewolves still need hands to eat, right? I don't think you want to see me shove my face into the food like an animal."
The officer narrowed his eyes. Akira was a criminal, yes… but he was still just a child. And keeping him chained all day made little sense. Besides, if anything happened, they had many armed guards ready to shoot.
Main Officer (to the guard): "Unlock him."
The guard froze for a second, shocked.
Guard: "Sir? Are you sure?"
Main Officer (calmly): "He can't do anything inside a locked cell. If he tries, shoot him right away."
The guard hesitated, then walked carefully to Akira and took out his keys. Akira didn't move or resist. He just watched quietly as the cuffs were removed. When the chains dropped to the floor, Akira shook his wrists gently—they were stiff from being tied too long. Then he grabbed the meat and began eating hungrily. When he finished, he looked at the lollipop, opened it slowly, and began licking it, enjoying the sweet taste. He looked up at the officer again and gave him a bright smile.
Akira: "Oh, Mister Officer, this is the tastiest lollipop I've ever had! Thank you!"
The officer stared coldly, then turned to leave. But he didn't know… Akira wasn't just enjoying the candy—he had already started his plan to escape.
After finishing the lollipop, Akira threw the wrapper in the trash. He held the plastic stick between his small fingers, spinning it calmly. By now, the officer had left, and the guard had turned his back to Akira, not paying attention.
Akira brought the stick to his mouth and began sharpening it with his sharp teeth. Then he used his claws to scrape the end, making it pointy like a needle. He made sure to stay silent, knowing any noise could alert the guard. After a few minutes, the stick was sharp. He touched the edge with his finger and smiled.
Akira (to himself): "This is just the beginning."
A few days later, in the same dark room, the high-ranking officer sat once again at the table. Scattered reports were in front of him, just like before—but now, there were new papers added to the files… all with the name "Akira." The same officer who had been watching Akira was sitting across from him again.
Main Officer (rubbing his forehead): "Alright… where are we with the boy?"
Guard: "It's been several days since we caught him… we've been watching him closely. But he hasn't done anything. He doesn't resist, doesn't cause trouble, and doesn't try to escape. He just sits there… asks for food, and… lollipops."
Main Officer (raising an eyebrow): "Lollipops?"
Guard (a bit unsure): "Yes… he asks for one almost every day. Like it's the most important thing to him."
Main Officer (laughing quietly, with sarcasm): "How innocent. After everything, he's still just a kid who loves candy?"
Guard: "He's really strange, sir. Other kids who get arrested… they cry, they scream, they beg to see their moms. But him… he does none of that."
Main Officer (looking at the file in his hands): "At first, we decided to execute him in secret, but…"
He paused for a moment, then closed the file and spoke seriously.
Main Officer: "We'll delay the execution… until next month."
The scene cuts to Akira in his cell. He was slowly chewing on a lollipop, not rushing, not nervous… He looked just like a normal kid enjoying some tasty candy. After he finished, he looked around carefully to make sure no one was watching. The guard was busy chatting with another officer at the end of the hallway.
Once he was sure, Akira began performing the same routine he did before—using his claws and sharp teeth.
When he finished, he crawled slowly to the corner of the cell wall, where there was an old, loose brick. He pulled it slightly with his claws and revealed a small hidden space behind it. Inside were five other lollipop sticks—all sharpened and deadly. Akira gave a faint smile, placed the new stick in with the rest, and carefully pushed the brick back into place, covering everything like nothing had ever been touched.
He sat quietly on his bed and closed his eyes for a moment. He wasn't sleeping. He was thinking… planning… counting the seconds.
Akira (whispering to himself): "Not much longer now…"
He slowly looked up at the metal door. The guard stood there, not paying attention—thinking that the little boy behind the bars was just a weak creature with no chance of escape.
To be continued…