[ WP ] That 's odd . You 've never had fangs before .

I simply hung there wondering if there was anything left to live for. My wrists had been chained to the roof of this rusty metal shack for days. My only reprieve from the darkness was when they came in to torture me. Sometimes they would shock me with electricity, sometimes they would beat me with sticks, sometimes shove sharp objects under my nails, and recently they had taken to doing some dental work on my teeth. Fortunately I had passed out while they were doing it, but now there was a sharp pounding pain in my mouth. 
 
 I slowly brought my tongue across my teeth. Some of the teeth had been pulled, others had been mangled, but close to the front I felt something different. My teeth had been sharpened. Now why would they do that? Perhaps to give me fangs so that I would look like an animal and they could take humiliating pictures of me? I had no more time to ponder the question as one of my torturers came in dragging a metal chair with spikes on the seat across the sandy floor. 
 
 `` Time for a little more fun!'' He told me gleefully. He came to unstrap my arms, probably figuring that I was left without strength. But something inside of me took on a new animal strength. When he unstrapped my arms I fell to the floor, but when he bent down to pick me up I leaped up and bit his neck. He tried to scream but my teeth quickly crushed his trachea. I stood up and walked outside as though I had n't just been tortured for several days. 
 
 I saw a guard who had fallen asleep in the shade. I bit his neck as well, then left him to bleed out in the sand. I took his weapon out of its holster. I examined the small pistol, but then I tossed it into a nearby pit. Guns are not who I am now. I walked over to another tent and saw another of my torturers with 2 other men. They seemed shocked to see me, so shocked that I got the jump on them and bit the neck of the closest man to me. The other 2 immediately reacted by pulling out swords. I grabbed the blade of the other man with my hand, slicing a huge gash in my fingers, but I barely felt it. He could not stop the rage building inside me as I destroyed his throat as well. 
 
 There was just one man left, my last living torturer. I lunged at him and he stuck out his sword, impaling me. I brought down my fist with all my might and broke his wrist. He let go of the sword and I grabbed him and bit his neck. I did n't stop biting until there was little left. He slumped to the ground, and I quickly followed him there. We lay on the ground next to each other dying. `` It is your own fault,'' I whispered to him. `` You never should have made me an animal.'' With that we passed into the night.
