Entering the next room, that was a perfect square like the entry but larger, Marcia was slightly concerned for Rusty. With a raised eyebrow and her head cocked slightly, Marcia scratched her head.
"Is something wrong Rusty?"
Mildly annoyed now by the assumed mothering, Rusty snapped. "No you fucking bitch! Leave me be and stop treating me like a small child!"
A bit taken aback by Rusty's cold words, Marcia gasped while clutching her right hand to her sternum. "What has gotten into you lately Rusty?"
Even more annoyed, Rusty pushed Marcia back with his slightly barreled chest and when she was where he wanted her, Rusty drew an imaginary line.
"Do you see the line I just drew? Do you see where you were versus where you are now?" Rusty paused for a second, waiting for her to nod like she always did when she was in an uncomfortable situation as he known her to do lately. After she nodded like he knew she would, Rusty continued. "That is the line that you have been across for quite some time now. Every damn investigation we have been on as of late, you have been on my ass about one thing or another, not to mention you have been playing mother hen like I was one of your children! I have had enough and I just want my personal space!"
Speechless, Marcia just stood there staring at Rusty in complete and total shock. Slowly, Marcia backed up away from the "line" he drew, with both hands raised palm up to show her submission.
"Well Rusty, I am sorry you feel that way. I will just leave you be from now on."
Rusty just stood there, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, which Marcia thought was from his anger, but it was really from his heart pumping blood and other things through his body, causing massive physical changes. Doubling over in a cramp, Rusty growled like a wild wolf from all the pain he felt suddenly. Knowing what she just went through, Marcia backed away even further and kept her distance encase he started thrashing about. Growling even more like a savage animal that felt threatened, Rusty shouted at Marcia to leave.
Marcia knew that something was wrong, like Rusty was sick or something, she started walking to one of the other doors leading to a different room. Before Christine went with Marcia, she spoke up... knowing that it might not be the best choice for her at the moment, but needed to know.
"Rusty... I know you want to be left alone, but do you want my male staff to stay with you so then when you are feeling better they can show you some haunted areas?"
Rusty, doubled over, turned away from the two women, just smiled. Rusty knew the werewolf inside of him was slowly taking over and he loved the way it felt. Rusty saw that his muscles ballooned out, making them like huge mountains, while his body was covered in thick and rich dark brown hair, not to mention his bi-cuspids were more like fangs now. While he remained silent, the two women just stood there while Christine waited for a reply, Rusty took a peek inside his black Adidas jogging pants to see that his "little" friend was definitely thicker than he could ever remember himself being. Rusty managed to mutter out...