Snippet #2267240

Jonathan woke up with a jerk. At first his fists were clenched, and his eyes darted around as if he was being attacked. But when he realized he was in his room, sleeping, he exhaled in relief. Another nightmare. They were getting more and more frequent again. He sighed as he got out of bed and entered the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror for a few moments - scars running in crisscross patterns on his upper body, each scar a memento from one bad experience or another. With a sigh, he splashed some water on his face before getting dressed.

Today he chose a dark suit with a navy blue, short-sleeved henley shirt. He scratched his dark beard stubble, but decided against shaving. After brushing his teeth, he put on his suit jacket, and stepped outside, into the corridor of the dormitory where the mentors and teachers lived. He suppressed a yawn as he made his way outside and towards the main building where he was going to hold therapy later.

"Good morning, Jonathan." He looked up to see one of the guards, a man named Barney.

"Barney." He said, bumping knuckles with the man's fist. The two were good friends, and usually went out for drinks on fridays.

"Listen, man, can you do me a favor? There's this kid in one of the restraint rooms. Spent the night there. Name's Ali, room 303. He's one of the werewolves. I hear he's going to therapy with you today. Could you let him out? You know I don't deal well with those feral types." Hunter nodded, patting him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, sure."

"I'll buy you a beer in return."

"Make it two." Hunter smirked as he left the man and headed inside the men's dormitories, and towards the restraint rooms. He could hear someone banging, and it was no surprise that the sound came from 303. He stopped by the door, unlocked it, and opened it, just enough that he could still block the door with his size, and keep it from being flung open with his strength. He found the young man, unsurprisingly, standing just inside.

"Good morning, Mr Wattson." He said in his rough, low voice. "C'mon. Time for breakfast."