InsaneJournal

It had been two days since the Full Moon and the young Remus Lupin looked worse for wear. He had darker circles under his eyes (but they were quickly fading as the strength of the waxing moon left him in its wake), and a gauze square on his cheek, taped perfectly with white, water-proof medical tape, to assure that it remained there. He had a smaller cut over his opposite eyebrow, and several bandaged wounds beneath the shirt he was wearing.. the pale blue shirt, with little white spots. And matching pants. The young man had been snatched directly from the medical wing, straight out of his bed, dropped into the forest of some strange place. And he awoke slowly, hazel eyes cracking open just a bit, before they opened a little more, pupils readjusting to the light filtering down in through the trees. Where was he? The soft hospital bed was gone, replaced by leaves and grass and dirt. And he was slowly sitting up, lifting a dirty hand to his cheek to feel the gauze there. His hand, likewise, had gauze taped across the back. He looked like he'd been put through a blender just recently, or something equally as awful. His mouse-brown hair was already spotted with gray, making him look quite the sight indeed.

But he was looking around slowly, taking in the trees, and wondering what species a few of them were, before he looked down and noticed the bodies around him. He immediately jerked some and pushed up to bare feet, letting out a sudden breath. He was sure, of course, that the other two were dead. The young werewolf, only sixteen a few weeks ago, was stumbling back a few quick steps to avoid those bodies, only to trip over the box behind him and fall into the brush near a tree. The box flipped open and the contents spilled out, hazel eyes falling onto them. Socks? Matches? A book-- no, a journal. His fingers slowly stretched out to pick that journal up, and he might have had a chance to open it, but then his head snapped up at the sound of one of the bodies.