The officer leaned forward slightly and locked his gaze directly with Akira's eyes. He said in a low, firm voice:
"Your life no longer belongs to you."
Akira tightened his bound fists a little, then spoke in a broken but clear voice:
"All of you… every single one of you… will regret this."
The officer paused for a second. Then he gave a light, mocking side smile, as if what he heard was not worth to think about.
He straightened up and said:
"We'll see about that, kid."
Then he calmly turned away, walked past the cell, and signaled to the guard. The iron doors closed, leaving Akira alone. Silence filled the place for a few moments. Akira looked at the gray walls, at the chains holding him. Then… a faint sound escaped his chest. A short broken laugh.
"Heh…"
He stopped. Then another laugh came out, a little louder.
"Hehehe…"
With every second, the sound grew. It wasn't an innocent child's laugh, and it wasn't loud, mad laughter either… it was something in between. The sound of a child trying to understand what happened to him, with no way left except laughter.
Akira lifted his head and smiled widely… but the smile was empty. He said in a light voice, almost mocking himself:
"Oh… little Akira is very dangerous."
He laughed again, then continued:
"Did you hear that? I'm dangerous… I'm a threat… I'm a little monster."
His eyes slowly moved toward the bars. The guard was still standing there, watching him. His face was tense, brows tight, his hand close to his weapon without realizing it. Akira noticed this and suddenly changed his tone. It became lighter… softer… like a normal six-year-old asking a simple question.
He said:
"So, Mr. Policeman…"
He paused, tilting his head slightly.
"Will you come tomorrow and give me some candy?"
Then he added, in a colder voice:
"Or do little monsters… don't get candy?"
He lowered his head a little and whispered:
"My life doesn't belong to me anymore… right?"
He gave a faint side smile, then slowly raised his eyes.
"So who does it belong to? You?"
He let out another short laugh:
"Haha… you really think you own me?"
He fixed his gaze on the guard's eyes behind the bars.
"You idiots… no one can own me. No one can cage me forever."
He stepped a little closer to the bars, his smile widening in a disturbing way.
"Are you afraid of me, Mr. Policeman?"
He paused for a second.
"Because you should be."
He tilted his head slowly.
"If you see me as a monster… then I'll show you the monster you created."
The guard stepped back without realizing it. He quickly clenched his fist, trying to regain control, while Akira's laughter continued to fill the cell.
The guard muttered in a low voice, as if he's convincing himself:
"This child… isn't normal… he's insane."
In another room, smaller and darker, with only a metal table and two chairs facing each other, the high-ranking officer sat. Open files lay before him, papers scattered, stamped reports everywhere. The same guard sat across from him, his back stiff, his expression still unsettled.
The officer spoke in a low voice while reading:
"Is this true?"
The guard answered after a brief hesitation:
"Yes, sir… I saw it myself. That werewolf child… isn't normal at all."
The officer slowly flipped through the pages.
"A six-years-old child. No training. Resisted police officers, survived a bullet, seriously injured several people… and then burst out laughing."
He lifted his eyes.
"Tell me in detail. What did you see?"
The guard took a deep breath before speaking:
"He was calmer than he should have been. No fear. No regret. As if he didn't care whether he lived or died."
He hesitated, then continued:
"And when you left the cell… he started laughing in a disturbing way. He began making sarcastic jokes about his situation. He didn't talk like a six-years-old… not at all."
The officer rested his elbows on the table and listened without changing his expression.
"Sarcastic jokes? That's… interesting."
The guard swallowed.
"Sir, this child is a real danger. If we let him stay alive… what will happen when he grows up? We can't take that risk."
The officer stayed silent for a few moments, then reached for another file and opened it slowly.
"After reviewing the case, we have three options."
He read in a formal tone:
"Option one: send him to a special facility for dangerous children, under heavy supervision. Option two: hand him over to an external organization for research, as a rare case."
He stopped and lifted his eyes from the paper.
"Option three…"
He paused longer than necessary, then continued calmly:
"There is a recommendation… for secret execution."
The guard swallowed hard. He wasn't shocked… but he wasn't ready to hear this so soon. At that moment, the door was knocked quickly, then one of the guards rushed inside.
He stood straight and said:
"Sir… the child Akira wants to speak with you."
The officer stopped turning pages. He slowly raised his head, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"He wants to speak with me?"
The guard nodded:
"Yes. He said he has a request."
The officer set the files aside and stood up without hesitation.
"Let's see what this little werewolf wants."
The cell door opened and the officer entered. Akira's eyes gleamed briefly. The officer stood before him, his presence filling the space.
He said coldly, crossing his arms:
"I heard you want to speak to me."
Akira smiled calmly and said in a clear, childish voice:
"Yes, yes, Mr. Officer!"
"So? What do you want?"
"I'm hungry! I haven't eaten for a long time. And I want a lollipop too. Please. Just one."
The officer let out a short, mocking laugh:
"That's your request? Candy? After everything you did?"
Akira tilted his head slightly, his expression annoyingly innocent.
"You say it like I'm some scary monster, sir… but I'm just a small child, right?"
The officer stared at him in confusion.
Akira continued cheerfully:
"And I really love lollipops! Red is my favorite color. Can you bring me one?"
The officer sighed in annoyance and turned to the guard.
"Give him food… and give him the lollipop he asked for."
The guard hesitated, then nodded and left. A few minutes later, a tray was placed in front of the cell. A plate of meat, and beside it, a wrapped red lollipop. Akira looked at the food, then lifted his bound hands slightly and looked at the officer.
"But… how am I supposed to eat like this? My hands are chained. Do you expect me to eat like a dog?"
A sarcastic smile appeared on the officer's face.
"You're half a dog, aren't you?"
Akira laughed again:
"You're funny, Mr. Officer. But werewolves need their hands to eat. I don't think you want to see something disgusting, with me sticking my face into the food."
The officer watched him in silence. He was just a child… chained… inside a closed cell. And if he tried anything, bullets were ready behind the doors.
Without looking at the guard, the officer gestured:
"Remove the restraints."
The guard froze.
"Sir… are you sure?"
The officer answered coldly:
"He can't do anything. And if he tries… shoot immediately."
The guard stepped forward carefully, the keys trembling slightly in his hand. The shackles fell to the floor. Akira slowly moved his wrists, then grabbed the meat and began eating quickly, greedily, like a truly hungry child.
When he finished, he picked up the lollipop, slowly unwrapped it, then licked it calmly, tasting the sugar. Finally, he lifted his head and smiled brightly.
"Mr. Officer… this is the best lollipop I've ever had. Thank you!"
The officer looked at him without expression, then turned and left the cell. He didn't know… that Akira wasn't only enjoying the candy. He was taking the first step on the path to escape.
After Akira finished the lollipop, he casually threw the empty wrapper into the trash. Then he held the plastic stick between his small fingers and slowly turned it.
At that moment, no one was really watching him. The officer had left, and the guard stood near the cell with his back fully turned, his mind elsewhere.
Akira raised the stick to his mouth. His fangs closed on it quietly, and he began to bite and grind the tip slowly, without hurry, without sound. Then he used his claws to scrape the same end with careful, repeated movements, until a sharp point began to form.
He knew exactly what he was doing. And he knew when to stop. Every movement was calculated. After a few minutes, he held the stick between his fingers. He ran it lightly over his skin and felt a faint sting. A small smile formed on his lips, empty of joy, empty of childhood.
Inside, he said calmly:
"This is only the beginning."
Several days later, in the dark officers' room, the high-ranking officer sat once more. The metal table was still covered with papers, but this time new documents had been added, all bearing the name "Akira" at the top. The guard sat across from him again, his face tired, his eyes filled with worry he couldn't hide.
The officer slowly rubbed his forehead, then said:
"So… where do we stand with the child?"
The guard answered:
"It's been several days since we detained him. We've watched him constantly… but he hasn't done anything. No resistance. No chaos. No escape attempts. He just sits there."
The officer looked up.
"Just sits?"
The guard nodded.
"He asks for food… and… lollipops."
The officer paused, then slowly raised his right eyebrow.
"He's still asking for lollipops?"
The guard answered with clear hesitation:
"Yes, sir. Almost every day. As if it's the most important thing to him."
A short, dry laugh escaped the officer:
"How ironic… after everything that happened, he's still just a child who loves sweets?"
The guard didn't laugh. He said quietly:
"That's what worries me, sir. He doesn't act like any child we've seen before. Other children cry, scream, break down… they ask for their mothers. But him… nothing. No fear. No sadness. No visible anger."
The officer looked at the file in his hands and slowly flipped through the pages.
"At first, the recommendation was clear… secret execution."
He stopped, closed the file, and stayed silent for a few heavy seconds. Then he raised his eyes and said with cold seriousness:
"We'll delay the execution until next month."