User blog:LtTora/ Hellhound WWYD by Ronchellster

''This WWYD was asked by Ronchellster

You wake up in a hospital with no memory of who you are any. It is night and there is almost no noise in the hallways. You hear the breathing of someone or something, you do not know how, but know it's a Hellhound, as well as know you cannot let her find you.

What do you do?''

To which this is the answer I wrote

I slow my breathing down as much as I can hoping to minimize noise I’m making and strain my ears to hear every little sound I can. Even though it’s almost pitch black I can tell the sound is coming from somewhere to the right of me though I can’t see anything due to there being curtains drawn in front of me, probably to help me sleep or to make sure no one disturbs me.

Yet somehow I know that this Hellhound; whatever that is? Has no intention of leaving me in peace.

For a long agonizing moment all I can hear is her ragged breathing, like she’s been doing some sort of vigorous activity, the location hasn’t changed yet so that means she hasn’t moved from her original spot.

Though I haven’t a clue what she’s waiting for or even why she is here for that matter but the thought of her finding me sends a chill through my body for some reason.

Suddenly I hear padded footsteps slowly making their way towards me accompanied by a faint sniffing sound.

“Crap!” I think to myself, can she smell me?

That thought hadn’t even occurred to me before; of course she could probably smell me, she’s a Hellhound for petesake.

I decide to lift myself up in order to try and get to a better hiding spot only to discover that I am not in perfect health as I am suddenly overcome by a very sharp pain in my chest and leg which unfortunately causes me to gasp quite audibly and fall back on to my bed.

Immediately the footsteps stop

“Oh hell!” I whisper to myself, I bet she heard me didn’t she?

The exact cause of my sudden pain isn’t clear to me but a quick feel under this thing I’m wearing reveals some sort of soft fabric wrapped around my chest.

I don’t know why they are there nor can I remember what happened to cause me to need them. Heck I don’t even remember my own name.

I know one thing for sure: I can’t stay here!

Maybe it’s the dead silence in the room, maybe it’s the fact that I am trying not to be detected but everything anything I do seems to cause more noise than it would otherwise.

I slowly start to pull back the sheet and blanket covering me hoping to somehow work my way out of this bed and onto the floor where I might be able to better avoid detection by crawling along the smooth tile that I expect to be there.

The sheet however seems to be made out of some sort of course fabric because it makes and odd sound like…like a zipper being slowly pulled from one end to the other.

My nemesis starts to move again, I can tell by the odd padded thumping I can faintly hear in the dark drawing near me.

I’m having to fight to control myself and not give in to panic as she sounds as though she’s getting closer, though how close I can’t really tell but I know she’s closer than I would like her to be.

Feeling the cool air of the room I’m in suddenly touching my skin tells me my wounded leg is now almost free and I decide to risk lifting it up slightly.

At once I can feel a sharp pain spike in the middle of my thigh but I grit my teeth and force myself to remain calm despite it.

Little by little I bend my knee until I finally have my right foot free of the bed coverings then my heart stops.

The footsteps have stopped! What more they have stopped right in front of the curtains surrounding my bed.

A loud sniffing sounds coming from the other side of the curtains causes me to start to cold sweat as my heart starts racing, maybe in preparation for fight or flight.

The sniffing suddenly stops and the whole room becomes quiet again, has she got me zeroed? Maybe not! If I’ve basically been bed ridden wouldn’t that mean they had to bath me right here? Forgetting to ask how I can even know any of this but can’t remember who I am or how I even got here I instead ponder that possibility.

Maybe my scent has changed? Yea, I’ll bet she’s confused because my scent doesn’t seem like the one she was looking for-

“Found you!”

Or not!

Desperately I look around for…..something, anything to use as a weapon but there doesn’t seem to be anything.

Suddenly the sound of metal scraping against metal caused my mind to freeze as the curtains were drawn to one side and there standing in front of me was…

The most beautiful girl—ACK! What am I thinking?

I couldn’t really judge her height seeing as laying on a bed gives a poor perspective but what I could clearly see were her crimson eyes and a set of brilliantly white teeth, make that sharp looking brilliantly white teeth.

As in the kind that are meant to slice into flesh, probably mine.

Beyond that however all I could make out was a silhouette, but that was enough to fill me with terror. Something of what I am feeling must show on my face because her grin is widening and she says in a low almost growling voice

“Awww Poor baby!”

With a low almost demonic chuckle she starts to crawl onto the bed, she places one leg on top of my right but thankfully not on top of my injury and another lower down on my left leg she then suddenly repositions herself so that she’s straddling my hips.

Lifting herself up so that she’s sitting right on top of me her flaming eyebrows now looking like a virtual inferno and illuminating her face giving it an ethereal glow which does nothing to help me feel any better.

My heart feels like it’s going to explode it’s beating so hard, I’m also too panicked to make any real noise and at the moment I try to scream or yell but all that comes out is a slight wheeze.

She chuckles again her grin never wavering as she places a large paw on my chest, maybe she wants to feel her prays panicking heart before digging it out with her claws that seems like the kind of thing she might do.

Only a moment later her grin suddenly disappears and her eyes start to widen, why? What’s she about to do?

“Honey?” she says but in a completely different voice from before, where before her voice sounded almost demonic and rather evil now it sounds soft even concerned.

My fear not withstanding I suddenly find my curiosity peaked, did she just call me Honey? Like she was using it as a term of endearment?

“Honey?” she says again definitely sounding worried this time as she presses her paw down on my chest, not hard but more like she’s trying to feel for something.

Her eyes go wide though why this sudden change I don’t know and don’t care all I care about is she doesn’t seem like she wants to hurt me now.

“Honey your heart!” she says sounding suddenly panicked and there is no mistaking it this time she does sound worried.

“Your hearts beating way too fast!”

Finding my voice at last I manage to say the first thing that comes to mind, “NO KIDDING! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU WERE ABOUT TO BE KILLED?” Okay it was more like I yelled the first thing that came to my mind.

Realizing what I’ve just done I feel myself freeze up again and just stare at the Hellhound looking back at me her face registering nothing but shock.

For a long agonizing moment the two of us just stare at each other neither one saying or doing anything. Then out of the blue, well for me at least I hear a soft sniffle and can see steam coming off her face illuminated by the flames coming off her eyebrows, is she? Is she crying?

“Kill you” she says in almost a whisper, “I would never, ever kill you!”

“I’m sorry, Huh!?”

“I would never try to hurt or kill you” she said in a voice that seemed to be threating to crack as I felt moisture start to develop on my hospital gown.

She really is crying, but why? I thought she was about to eat me alive or something and I tell her so only to have her burst into full-fledged tears and hide her face in her paws.

Saying I’m confused right now would be like saying the sky is blue, I don’t get any of this, one moment she was acting like a predator about to deliver the death blow to its pray and now she’s acting like a little girl who just got told Santa put coal I her stocking.

Seeing as how I’m apparently not in any real danger and not knowing what else to do I gently reach up placing my hands on her shoulders based on her silhouette and gently pull her down towards me.

I suddenly realize she’s not wearing a top and is quite possibly naked when I feel her large breasts get pressed against my chest and can feel her nipples through the thin fabric on my gown.

She wraps her arms as best she can behind my neck and continues to cry, though more softly now into my pillow.

Not wanting to tempt fate or somehow come across as trying to take advantage of the situation I place one hand on the back of her head and gingerly place one hand between her shoulder blades.

This seems to calm her down as she quickly stops crying and instead just lays there on top of me in silence.

Good grief! I say to myself, what a night this has been! I wake up in a hospital but can’t remember why I’m here, who I am or even why this Hellhound, whatever that is, is even here.

First she scares the crap out of me making me think I’m going to die then she bursts into tears and starts acting all cutesy when she learns I thought she was going to kill me.

You know I think there is a word for people like that—but darned if I can think of what it is right now.

And now here I am holding and comforting her like we were a couple or something, what next?

After what seemed like a fair amount of time I decided to test the waters and see if maybe I could get some answers from my uh….bedmate?

“So uh- what’s your name?”

I feel her paws move out from behind me and placed on either side of my head as she pushes herself up so as to look down at me.

“You don’t remember?” she asks flatly

I shake my head slowly, “I don’t even remember my own name right now, or why I am even here.”

She suddenly reached out with a paw and gently caressed my cheek with the backside, her fur was surprisingly soft against my skin and gave me a strange sense of familiarity, like I’d had something similar done in the past.

Did I really know here before and if so why was I so scared? None of this made any sense and I was really hoping she could somehow make it all make sense.

“First of all stupid-“

“STUPID?” I snapped feeling annoyed at her calling me that

She reached out and rapped me on head with her paw, not hard really just more of a gentle bop on the head as though she were reprimanding a child for sassing his elders or something.

“-Yea, stupid! Because you got yourself hurt because you were too stupid didn’t listen to me.”

“About what?” I ask bewildered to which she rapped me on the head again only harder this time causing me to grimace but I wasn’t going to say anything, didn’t want to give her any more ammunition.

“Well if you’ll shut up and let me finish!” She says peevishly

Feeling Mutinous I made a disgruntled face, if she could see it or not I don’t know, only that she continued without commenting.

“We met a couple of days ago when you were being chased by a horde of devil bugs, and they’d about have gotten you if I hadn’t seen you and decided to intervene.”

Before I could stop myself I’d asked ‘what were devil bugs?’ as the name sounded familiar and gave me a strange sense of unease.

To my surprise and relief she didn’t hit me again and instead proceeded to give me the gist of if it. When she was done all I could do was shiver at what she’d told me.

“So anyway-“ she continued “-I saw you running from them and figured I had you pegged as a weak male who needed someone to protect him so- oh don’t give me that look!”

Apparently she could indeed see my face in the dark and I made a mental note to take greater care to be mindful of my outward expression.

“Anyway I caught up to you just in the nick of time and made you a deal, I’d save you from these bugs and you agree to be my husband. You said yes and I started to kick some ass. Unfortunately it seems no one ever told you about our tough bodies, either that or you suddenly got it into your head that you could somehow take them on as well because the next thing I knew there you were, trying to be all badass which only lasted about ten seconds before several of those nasty skanks managed to drag you down”.

“Well I kicked one of them off of you that was trying to hump your leg but unfortunately I kind of misjudged the distance and….sort of….didn’t mean to but did, get your leg with my claws.”

At these words I gently touched the bandages on my right leg; so that was what caused this! Well it made sense so far.

“After that I saw that the other little thot’s were attacking your clothes so I started to pull and smack them off, only I sort of again. . .got you with my claws.”

She said the last part with a noticeable degree of shame as though she wasn’t proud of herself which while certainly not fun for me was actually helping to put me at ease.

Okay so, so far everything she’s told me seems to fit, I was in trouble she decided to rescue me and in return he wanted me to be her man, in the process I unfortunately made things worse and got hurt in the process makes sense so far, accept. ..

“Well once I was able to get them off of you, you took off running like cockatrice. I tried telling you to wait but you wouldn’t listen you just kept running and I guess you just got tired or something because you just collapsed on the street. I would have come and gotten you but, well I still had to contend with those damned bugs.”

A long silence fell between us as I tried to process this new information. It all seemed to make sense, though it still didn’t make sense why I was so scared of her when she first appeared; something residual maybe? Leftover from my experience?

“And now!” she said suddenly raising her voice snapping me out of my thoughts, “now you don’t even remember me, you probably don’t even want me” while she sounds close to crying she just sniffles a little.

“Well-“ I say hesitantly, she must have noticed because she avoids my gaze, “-actually, I do!”

“You do?” she says sounding surprised and happy.

“Well, yes. . .uh! Miss?”

“Brittany!” she said firmly

The name didn’t ring any bells but then should I really be expecting it to?

“Well Brittany” I say calmly, “I’m not sure what happened before I woke up in the hospital but I am sure of one thing, you’re not someone I need to be scared of.”

Okay not the smartest thing to say to a Hellhound as I was about to learn, for no sooner had I said it than that same sinister smile from before came back, but this time I wasn’t afraid, instead I actually felt rather reassured by it. Yea, naïve aren’t I?

Epilogue:

It was a cold winter’s night tonight, forecast was for it to not get out of the teens for a low all week long and yet I still had the window to the bedroom open so as to allow the cold night air in to cool me off.

I’m lying on by back in the king size bed I now share with my wife Brittany who is snuggled up next to me her body still sweaty from our recent lovemaking, the only light currently is coming from a street lamp outside our house on the quiet street she and I moved too after our wedding night a couple of years ago.

During that time my memories still have yet to return to me of what I was like before she and I met. Everything I now know about myself I have learned from her telling me, but as time passes I am growing more and more convinced that I will probably never get my real memories back.

It’s vexing to say the least, but at least Brittany and I have been able to make some new ones in the meantime so—as long as I can keep those I think I will be alright.

Brittany stirs slightly, shifting her position somewhat so that her head is resting on top of my shoulder and her arm wraps around my chest.

While I’m on the subject though, there are a few things that still do not add up about that night we became joined as husband and wife.

For example, if I was in a hospital than why wasn’t I hooked up to a heartbeat monitor? Shouldn’t I have been? Not to mention I also didn’t have an I.V. going, and why was it she was able to come into the room I was in through the front door and no one and I mean no one even tried to question her?

Then there is the fact that after we consummated our new relationship she took me out the window instead of waiting for me to be discharged. Why though? Was there something she didn’t want me to see?

Overall I have been way to happy with my new situation to really give it much thought, it’s just that on nights like tonight or when I find myself really thinking back on that night there are something's that still don’t make any sense and make me wonder. . .do I even want to get my full memories back?

THE END?

Authors Rant...Uh! Comments: Well here it is my first real attempt at doing a short story about a Hellhound. For some reason I can't seem to get any good idea's for a MGE story so I have been looking to the WWYD comments for inspiration. As I am doing this mostly to try and improve my writing skills again I really appreciate feedback. I didn't spend much time revising this which is better than the other ones where I did no revisions at all. Patience when it comes to finishing writing is a real weakness of mine. Any good input on how I did on portraying a Hellhound would be nice, anything I could have done better, what I am doing right etc.