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Story Of My Transformation - (a Werewolf Tale) By Marryjoanna by MarryJOANNA(m): 10:19pm On Jun 19, 2016 |
After trying to save the life of the victim of a werewolf, Alex Stryker finds himself on the receiving end of a bite himself a few days later. As his wounds heal, his senses sharpen, and his anxiety around strangers mounts, he prepares for what he sees as a gruesome transformation during the next full moon. And what he may have to say if his friends or his family ever find out what he is. |
Re: Story Of My Transformation - (a Werewolf Tale) By Marryjoanna by MarryJOANNA(m): 10:32pm On Jun 19, 2016 |
PROLOGUE “Imagine that. Everyone's gone,” Angela said quietly in her growl-laced voice. She’d been expecting at least one strong human scent to begin drifting on the breeze at this time of night, more so with a high school less than a quarter mile to the west. The lack of one was a good sign, as the meal opportunities for both her and Shane were less than a hundred feet ahead. Turning her head to check on him, his body was positioned as though he’d already singled out an animal for them. With the full moon casting a silver sheen onto what the other light sources didn’t reach, she noticed the twitches of his nose and his thousand-yard stare. “Ready?” Shane gave her a glance, and then looked back. “The doe.” “The calf would feed both of us,” Angela said, after another sniff. “So would the doe.” Shane said, licking his fangs. “And it’s weaker.” “But it’s the only one that stable has.” “So?” A weak, rumbling growl came with Angela’s sigh. “The calf will work.” Shane shrugged and waited for her to start moving. Keeping close to each other, they tried to keep silent amidst the chirping crickets and other insects. Every few steps, they heard a few of them stop chirping, as though they were living alarms in the grass. As they drew closer, a few sounds came from the stable. Braying sounds akin to deer. One of them wasn’t asleep, and Angela saw it looking their direction through the steel bars. Shane didn’t turn his head; his attention was focused on their real prey. Seeing him maintain attention, Angela turned back towards the calf. It wasn’t moving, despite the noise. Seeing her chance, she took off ahead of Shane, bounding off the dirt onto the bars of the stable, a loud clang sounding in turn. Until her body was on top of the calf and her claws dug between its ribs, it didn’t make a sound. Shane entered a second later as Angela tried to get her jaws around the calf’s neck. The move was met with one of the calf’s thrashing legs impacting her thigh, the sharp stings of an opened gash and pulled fur following; for half a second of adrenaline fueled tension, she felt nothing from it. Once she did, she rolled aside to get away from its legs, and her claws slipped from its flesh. Seeing the calf get up, she tried to ignore the pain and correct herself. Shane however was at the ready. With his paws arched at the digits, he slashed at the calf’s face. His claws hooked behind its skull, forcing it off balance, exposing its stomach. Angela got up, shaking off the pain from the gash. With the calf crying and baying out of pain and fear from the assault, she worried about getting too close to its legs again. Around them, the rest of the stable was giving rise to a cacophony of noises, enough to alert anyone that something was going on if they were close enough to hear it. That mix of anxiety and worry made her stall. As she did, Shane kept his grip on the calf’s skull and his eyes on her. What was making her stop? The noise? No one would hear them killing this animal until it was too late, and both of them were firmly built werewolves of at least 230 pounds each. More than enough to stop any human that thought to come their way. When Angela winced a second later, Shane saw the blood from the gash in her leg. Seeing Shane move to hold down a few of the calf’s legs, Angela saw an opening. She held onto the animal’s ribcage to steady herself, the baying making her ears ring. She shook it off and readied herself. Separating her jaw, she went for the calf’s neck, hoping to cut in enough to make it bleed out. She pierced its flesh easily and could taste more blood over her tongue, but her fangs hit something further in. Biting down again, there was no leeway given. Likely bone. She repositioned and tried again. This time, her bottom fangs hit something hard while the upper ones cut into what felt like a vessel. Shane quickly noticed their prey start to bleed profusely from Angela’s second bite. Telling her to let go, she didn’t pull away immediately. As though she was freezing in action again. “Let go of it.” Shane repeated in a more demanding tone. Angela eventually did, and the calf’s cries for help began to weaken. The young bovine slowly thrashed less and less against Shane’s grip. Looking over the calf, Angela licked her fangs. With a pool of red forming nearby, and things around them no quieter than before, they couldn’t wait too long to eat. Releasing the calf’s ribs, her leg stung from the gash as she stood up. Limping to the gate, she pushed against it and felt resistance, along with the sound of a metal lock stopping her. She expected the gate to be locked, but she still felt annoyed. A loud crack sounded behind her, making her jump before looking back towards Shane; his jaw was around the calf’s neck. “We’re locked in.” “So?” Shane said as he sniffed the carcass. “We’ll be fine.” For a minute, Angela thought to debate him. From where she was, there seemed to be enough room under the enclosure’s bars to slide the calf out, but the animals were also starting to calm back down. She heard no footsteps nearby. Only animal hooves against concrete. No sirens in the background either. With a quick look over the gate to assure herself, Angela dropped back to all fours and approached the calf’s chest, eyeing a spot at the base of its ribs; Shane was still sniffing around the calf’s pelt. The taste of blood before had triggered her stomach to begin growling, and her fangs cut the flesh and surface muscles of her chosen spot easily. Instead of joining her in the act, Shane pulled his lips back and snarled. Thinking he’d seen something, Angela stopped and looked up to find him looking right at her, showing his teeth and flashing his tongue. The noise and his stare made her quiver, but she couldn’t wait any longer to calm her stomach. Not with them in this position. Before she could take another bit of flesh from their kill, she felt claws sink into the scruff of her neck. Shane pulled her to her feet, snarling in her face. Angela flashed her fangs back at him with a slap-away of his arm. “What was that for?” “I didn't say you could feed yet,” Shane’s voice had deepened since he’d last spoke. “Then say that before picking a place like this next time,” Angela said, waving one arm around as she spoke. “Why should I have to?” Instead of answering him, Angela crouched down, drawing a set of growls. She was, once again, unable to take a bite before Shane forced her back up. This time however, his paw was at the ready and he slashed at her face, drawing blood. Reeling from the slash with a paw over her face, Angela made eye contact again as Shane continued snarling. What the hell is wrong with you? It took a second for Shane to speak after his snarls stopped. “There aren’t any sirens, and there aren’t any voices. If you’re that scared of being caught...” “Why shouldn’t I be?” “Then claim your own kill,” Shane said, his tone giving off an expectation of compliance. “If you want any more of mine, you’ll wait for it.” With another look at the calf, something she felt was as much her kill as Shane’s, Angela shuffled on her hind paws and lunged at him, slamming him into the walls of the enclosure. A snarl of her own quickly followed, but Shane was too close and retaliated. His claws raked the skin between her ribs as he shoved her backwards, her injured leg doing much of the catching of her weight. She barely had time to notice him lunge at her in turn, but the impact threw them both to the ground. A quick snarl from Shane was followed by his muzzle, opened wide enough to enclose her own, coming within inches of her head. Flat on her back, Angela jerked her head up to snap at him before he did. He recoiled and she followed with another shove, this time to her right. His body tumbled over and she rushed him before he got up. Her weight was heaved over his chest, with her paws wrapping around his muzzle and one of his arms. Shane threw his head around, attempting free his clasped muzzle, his one free paw digging into what parts of Angela he could reach. The volume of his growls grew sharply for a time until Angela shifted her weight again, shoving his head sideways against the ground with her upper body holding him down there. She held the position, waiting for him to give up. Her ears meanwhile listened for any sound of approaching danger beyond the startled animal noises around them. As the seconds ticked by, Shane remained intent on freeing himself, his claws settling into Angela’s right shoulder. The pain spurred her to talk. “Keep it up. I’m not moving,” Another attempt by Shane to free his head followed. “You want me off? Stop struggling,” Shane exhaled loudly through his nose and what openings of his muzzle were available, but didn’t listen until what felt like a minute later. The loosening of the claws in Angela’s shoulder signaled it. She hesitated a minute on letting him go, wondering why he’d suddenly tried to be so dominating over her when it was just the two of them. He’d taken down the calf along with her, sure, but she’d done most of the earlier and more tiring work of weakening and bleeding the animal out. Far more than he did. Without taking her eyes off him, Angela slowly released her hold on him and backed up to where she was before, resuming feeding with one paw on the carcass. As Shane got up, his paws brushed his muzzle between shakes of his head. His breathing was heavy with growls and his stare hadn’t gone away, making Angela ready herself as he turned towards her. Once on her second bit of flesh, he joined her in feeding on the dead calf, but the two kept their eyes on each other for the duration. Angela looked over him with suspicion, adrenaline staying present in her blood in case he tried to assert authority again. Shane however had a look of malice and hatred in his eyes, as though he’d been disrespected by being denied the right to eat first. That piercing gaze continued even after they hid the carcass, as though he would never forgive Angela for the deed. 1 Like |
Re: Story Of My Transformation - (a Werewolf Tale) By Marryjoanna by MarryJOANNA(m): 11:05pm On Jun 19, 2016 |
Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011 – Sugar Land, Texas Moon Phase – Last Quarter 3:43 p.m. Listening to the voice of his potential new boss as he read off parts of his application, Alex Stryker shifted in his seat and straightened his back. Trying his hardest not to adjust the clip-on tie on the neck of his shirt, he let his eyes wander, looking around the room he was in. Boxes of comics stood stacked near the walls decorated with single issue sleeves, the familiar smell of yellowing and aging comic print filling the room. “So, Alex, if I hired you, what could you offer me as an employee of this shop?” A pause of nearly two seconds followed. “I'm not sure yet,” Alex said, his normally deep voice wavering. The question was one he hadn’t thought about much. Thinking the initial answer sounded stupid, he continued on with the first remarks he could think up. “But I'll offer everything I can provide… Food and drinks even.” The final remark got the person he was talking to, Trevor Young, to smile a bit and chuckle. Alex mimicked it lightly. “That wouldn't include wine spritzers, would it?” Alex raised his eyebrow at that and his face showed confusion. He was only 19, nowhere near old enough to buy alcohol. “That was a joke. You don't need to do that.” Letting out a small laugh with a smile, Alex was starting to get a picture of the owner’s personality. “I was about to say.” “Anyway, let's move on.” Trevor set the application aside and interlaced his fingers in front of him. “I’d like to run some questions by you.” “Sure.” Alex replied, ready to answer something about his past work history. Trevor nodded to him. “Then, can you tell me the full oath of the Green Lanterns?” Holding back a direct laugh, Alex’s lips curled up some. He did know the oath, mostly thanks to his friends. Clearing his throat, he acted like he was wearing one of the rings and recited the oath. “Not bad, but your delivery needs work,” Trevor said. “Eh. I'll work on it.” “OK, next question. What is your first thought when I say 'Dungeons and Dragons'?” “Medieval fantasy.” Trevor nodded again. “I take it you’ve role- played before?” “Yeah, but that one’s not quite my kind of game.” “Alright. Last question.” Trevor paused for a second, as if he was thinking of a tough one. “Would you want to work here?” Alex replied without hesitation, and with a smile. “You bet, I do.” Trevor held out his hand to Alex, who took it in response. “Then, when can you start?” “Immediately.” “Would that include today?” Trevor asked with a smirk. “Depends. I did have plans to hang out with my friends after this interview.” “Fair enough.” As Alex let go of Trevor's hand, the two stood up from their seats. “Let me get you one of our T-shirts and a print out of the store's rules and expectations, then you can be on your way.” Before he started to answer, Alex felt a jolt of horror when he realized he’d forgotten his new boss’ name. As he tried to recall it without avail, he knew he had to say something, not shut up or freeze up. “Awesome. Thank you, sir.” Even if he didn't remember the man's name, 'sir' was a nice replacement. Once he was alone in the room however, Alex began to search the pockets of his jeans to find the shop’s business card, locating it in his right pocket. Trevor Young. Damnit. How did I forget that? As Trevor returned with the stuff Alex needed, he thanked him by name and headed back out to the sales floor of the shop, walking past the racks of singles issues and counters full of trading cards on his way to the front. His good friend Marcus was working the front counter, reading a trade collection of Mass Effect comics in-between looks around the store. At least once during his visits with him over the last month, Alex wondered if the name of the shop, Blue Moon Comics, had been influenced by the number of seemingly rare trade-ins and items he would find. Flinging the two T-shirts over his shoulder, Alex approached the counter as Marcus looked up and set the book aside. “So, how'd it go?” he asked. “Looks like you and I are co-workers now.” Alexreplied, holding up the T-shirts. Marcus's face barely budged from the expression he wore; he’d recommended Alex to Trevor, and he knew how easy-going his boss was with new hires. “See? Told ya.” “That was easier than I thought, except I almost forgot your boss's name.” “Don't sweat it. He kind of doesn't care anyway.” Alex shrugged. “Maybe, but thanks Marcus. I appreciate you helping me get the job.” Marcus nodded once in response, and the two exchanged a quick handshake. “You're welcome, man. Are you going to hang around for a while?” Checking the time on his phone, it was just past 3:50. Bailey was likely sleeping in his room at home, but his dad would be off shift soon. “Yeah, sure. I've got time.” Stepping out of the way for a customer behind him, Alex headed for the role-playing section nearby and picked up the first book that got his attention. A rulebook for Mage the Awakening. Flipping through the pages a few at a time, he took more notice of the artwork than the rest of the game's content. Much of it detailed the use of magic by characters in the game world, and how the artists perceived it. Moving his right arm, he imagined casting a create-fire spell on his hand before chuckling under his breath. Ever since Nathan had run this game with him onboard one of his groups, it had slowly become his favorite RPG, even if he didn't own the rulebook himself. As four forty-five came around, Alex felt a vibration in his pocket, accompanied by a quick tone that told him he had an instant message from someone. Unlocking the screen to check the message, it was Catherine, reminding him they were supposed to meet up at six thirty. “That from Catherine?” Marcus asked from the register. “Yeah,” Alex replied. Pocketing his phone as he stood back up, he licked his lips a bit. “Man, am I gonna be sad when summer's over.” “Not me. I'm looking forward to getting back to class.” “Because you graduate in a year. I’ve got three of those left.” “Enjoy the easy years while they last, man,” Marcus said as he stepped out from behind the counter to get another book. “Yeah,” As Marcus returned to his spot, Alex closed and replaced the book he had, offering Marcus another handshake before asking for his backpack and helmet. “I'm going on ahead, so I'll see you guys there,” he said, stuffing the backpack with the clothing he received. “All right. Later.” Leaving the shop in the glare of the setting sun, Alex was met by the familiar sounds of vehicles driving on the highway as an evening breeze swept past. Hearing a car horn some distance away, he snapped his head in that direction as he walked towards his motorcycle. Except for the days when it was raining profusely or bitterly cold outside, the bike had helped him through his final two years of high school and into his now sophomore year of college. Despite his folks saying he should move to a sedan for safety, and insurance, reasons, how long he’d had it and how much like riding a skateboard it felt to him made him resist the idea. That and it already did the job of getting him from A to B. Brushing his blonde hair aside as he slipped his helmet on, Alex checked his backpack for anything left unzipped, buttoned up his denim jacket and took a seat on his bike. One turn of the ignition key cranked the engine and brought it to life with a brief high-revolution noise, the rumbling that followed drowning out most of the background noise. Once the kickstand was raised, he revved the throttle and headed towards Highway 59. Fifteen minutes later, he was the first to arrive at a place called Steakhouse Burgers and claimed a four-seater table with his removed jacket. Several groups of people were spread around the restaurant, with the television playing something from the Sci-Fi Channel. With one week left before classes began, he intended to make sure the time with his friends was well spent, starting with this group dinner. As he waited for them to arrive, Alex pulled out his phone and a set of headphones. The blaring notes of his metal selection silenced much of the chatter around him until he pulled up a news article from the week before. As gruesome as it was, the report of a calf found mauled and gutted near his high school was one he couldn’t help coming back to. When Nathan arrived half an hour later, Alex waved him over. “Did the interview take that long?” Nathan asked as he walked over. “No,” Alex adjusted his tie. “Just didn’t feel like going home and getting changed.” “All right. I’m getting an appetizer while we’re waiting. You?” “Just a drink for now.” With their orders soon in hand, the two exchanged small talk until Marcus and Catherine arrived. “Hey, guys,” Alex said, glancing over at Nathan’s plate. Nathan had nearly finished the appetizer, but still looked hungry. Alex tapped his shoulder and asked if he was going to order any more food. “Sure.” Nathan stood up from his seat and Alex followed suit, joining Marcus and Catherine as they placed their orders. A large cheeseburger and fries was the most enticing to him, and the four of them wasted no time indulging in their food once it came. “I’m kind of looking forward to class next week,” Catherine said before she took a bite of her meal. “What about you guys?” Marcus responded with a confident 'Yes', Nathan with an indifferent 'No', Alex just shrugged at the question. “Not even one class?” “Maybe College Algebra, if that,” Nathan replied. “Obviously.” “I’m registered for a couple of English classes, so I guess I have something to look forward to,” Alex said. “Beyond your new job?” Marcus asked. “Oh, that's right.” Catherine said. “How did the interview go?” “Pretty well.” Alex said. “Trevor’s got an interesting way of interviewing people.” “That’s what a comic store owner looks for. If you know your stuff.” Marcus adjusted his chair as he finished talking. “You going to miss working at the vet, though?” “I already do,” Alex replied. “Three years is a long time.” “There’s nothing stopping you from walking in and saying hello, you know,” Nathan chimed in. Alex acknowledged his statement. “But since we’re talking about animals, did your dad find out anything new about that calf from last week?” “No.” Alex quickly answered with a slight shake of his head, causing Nathan’s expression of interest to lax. He looked towards Marcus and Catherine immediately after, seeing only Marcus with any hint of interest on the subject. Because of his father’s rank of lieutenant in the Sugar Land Police Department, when anything gruesome or strange happened, the curiosity of his friends followed soon after. “Dad hasn’t said much about it to me, but the general opinion he’s heard was wolves killed that calf.” “Wolves, huh?” “Can we save this talk for later?” Catherine said, sounding a bit defensive. “We're eating.” “So says the woman eating a dead cow.” Nathan retorted, getting the rest of the group to start laughing. Catherine in turn shot him a look that simultaneously said “Shut up” and “Very funny.” Alex cleared his throat to stop his laughter. “Seriously though, wolves that close to our high school?” “There’s a park across Highway 6, don't forget,” Marcus said. “Yeah, but that area isn’t that big,” Nathan said, rubbing his stubble as he spoke. “Someone would have seen something before now. Or heard something.” “No. I don’t think anyone would hear anything,” Alex replied. “Canines don’t howl for no reason. Certainly not wolves that come close to cities. That attracts attention.” Nathan shrugged and a short silence followed. Catherine took that moment to start talking. “So, aside from the big bad wolves in town, what do you guys think we should do before classes begin next week?” Suggestions for the coming week were exchanged before small talk took over for the remainder of their stay at the restaurant. Outside, the last quarter moon was cresting the treetops and insect noises were competing with the sounds of light traffic in the distance. As he mounted his motorcycle and put his helmet on again, a hand tapped Alex’s shoulder. Looking over, he saw Nathan standing nearby. “Hey, are you and I still filming tonight?” Alex made a hard nod. “You want to meet me there?” “Yeah. I need to stop by my house and get the camcorder.” “On second thought, I think I’ll just follow you.” Alex then dropped the visor of his helmet. |
Re: Story Of My Transformation - (a Werewolf Tale) By Marryjoanna by afroditte(f): 11:32pm On Jun 19, 2016 |
Nice one, maryjoanna Refiner for Miss NL 2016
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Re: Story Of My Transformation - (a Werewolf Tale) By Marryjoanna by MarryJOANNA(m): 5:32pm On Jun 20, 2016 |
Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011 Moon Phase – Last Quarter 9:05 p.m. While waiting for Nathan outside his house, Alex sat with his arms folded over the handlebars, thinking of a few tricks to try once they got to the park. They had less than an hour to do any filming, but that was more than enough time to get a few minutes of footage. The park was often empty this late at night, and once they arrived, that was proven true. As he found a parking spot and turned his bike off, Alex heard a high pitched sound off in the distance. Wondering what he’d just heard, he pulled up his visor and listened, in case it happened again. “Hey. What's up?” Nathan asked as he parked his sedan. “I thought I heard something. Off that way, I think,” Alex replied, pointing ahead and slightly to his right. “At the school?” “No idea. I couldn't hear it very well.” Nathan shrugged. “Probably nothing.” Mimicking his friend's gesture, Alex pulled his helmet off and the two made their way to the park entrance. As Alex grabbed the cold steel of the park turnstile, the sound came again. It was brief but it sounded human, and it sent a worrisome chill up his spine. “Oh, crap.” “I heard that, too.” Nathan said, before running off in the direction of the sound. Certain it was a scream he’d heard, Alex followed Nathan, their heads turning in all directions, watching for anything out of the ordinary around the empty lots. His heart was already pounding out of fear and the fresh rush of adrenaline it caused. Even if this turned out to be nothing, his body was prepared for the worst. Passing one of the empty baseball fields, Alex diverted from Nathan to check it. Stopping short of running into the chain link fence, he scanned the field and saw nothing. He picked up the run and his breaths came faster, each one sucking in a lot of cold air. Ignoring the frosty feeling in his lungs, his eyes darted around looking for the source of the noise. As he lessened his pace, he felt how fast his heart was beating. When he heard Nathan shout “Hey”, he snapped his gaze towards him. He was still heading towards the second baseball field, but his head was still turning as well. Knowing what his friend was trying to do, Alex pitched in. “You better run.” Silence again greeted them. “See anything, man?” Alex called out. “No. You?” Nathan replied as he pace began to slow. “Slow down. Catch your breath.” Alex insisted as he came to a stop in the cul-de-sac near the baseball field. His muscles felt tense and rich like he could still run another half mile, but his lungs stung from the sudden stop and cold air. Nathan took a few breaths before looking up and around again. There were floodlights and streetlights all around them, but there was no sign of what the noise had come from. “It's got to be here somewhere.” “Follow me.” Alex said, starting off again as soon as he caught his breath. His friend followed as he made his way towards a gated pool. Beyond it was an illuminated patch of grass that led to another two baseball fields, and what he hoped was nothing. As Alex stopped by a gated pool to look around, Nathan passed him and walked toward the grassy field ahead. Seeing his friend stop and focus on something in the distance, Alex rounded the corner and saw a girl lying in the grass near the largest baseball field. Her legs and arms barely moved, but she looked like she was trying to crawl away from something. Alex relaxed only a second longer before he took the initiative, rushing to the girl’s side ahead of Nathan, his pulse rising in turn. He couldn't tell who it was, but as he drew closer, the floodlights revealed a several-foot-long trail of blood drops she’d left in the grass. It wasn't until he came within a few feet of her however that he saw the full situation. Her stomach and chest area were bleeding under the tears in her clothing, the arm she was wrapping her wounds with was covered in gashes, and puncture wounds dotted her face and shoulders. Alex froze where he stood, unsure of what to do beyond calling for help as she looked up at them. Her expression was hopeful but hiding a lot of pain. “Keep her company,” Nathan said, patting his friend's shoulder once. “What?” Alex replied as he looked aside. “What can I do?” “Anything. Just...help her.” Trembling from his chest to his legs as Nathan dialed 911, the only thing Alex could think to do was talk to her. As he crouched down next to her, his eyes drawn to her wounds over everything else, he noticed the pattern of injuries on her shoulder were similar to a canine bite. The news of the mutilated calf crossed his mind again. Had she run across the same animals? He then looked over the gashes on her arm, checking the spacing and counting each cut. When the girl held back a cry of pain, Alex realized he’d been staring and shook his head. He wasn’t assessing an injured animal here. “We're here to help. You'll be okay,” he quickly said, his voice shaking. “Thanks, but...” The girl's sentence was cut off as she held back a cry of pain again. “Hey. Stay calm.” Alex held himself back from touching her, though his arm went out toward her when she cringed. “We'll get you to a hospital...and you'll be fine.” “No. I'll heal.” Alex didn't expect that response. He had a bad feeling this girl was traumatized by whatever happened. Even so, hearing her try to act brave helped him calm down. “Can you tell me your name?” The girl nodded but coughed before she spoke, a bit of blood spraying from her mouth. Alex recoiled, but didn't stand up. “Angela...” Alex cut her off, trying not to hold her hand, even though he wanted to, or brush where he thought any blood landed. “Angela, we’ll get you to a hospital. Just stay with us.” Looking over to Nathan, he called out. “Anything yet?” “Almost.” Nathan replied, quickly going back to answering the phone. “They'll come, and you'll be fine.” Alex said. “Not with him around.” Angela's eyes were shut tight, a couple of tears rolled down her face. “Who? Who did this?” Angela didn't answer, instead gripping the grass with her one free hand. Alex noticed the blood under her fingernails as she did so. “You want to tell the police instead?” “No.” Angela replied, sounding upset this time. “I don't...want the police.” Alex swallowed his tongue and questioned whether he was pushing her. It had to be Angela's reaction to being torn up so badly that was making her act like this, but either way it was better to stop her from getting hysterical. He kept his mouth shut however, as he knew the police would be involved. “Dude, they're on the way.” Nathan said after a stretch of silence. “They said we should try to keep her warm.” “Got it.” Unbuttoning his denim jacket, Alex set it down softly over Angela, trying not to touch any of her open wounds. She only flinched once. “That any better?” “Much.” Angela said. “Thanks.” Alex choked back a tear of his own. “Anything to help.” Looking down over her as he listened for approaching sirens, Alex's hand crept towards hers. What am I doing? He took his hand back. As he did, he noticed Angela's arm jerk once. Thinking nothing of it at first, he heard her breathing start to become shallow. “Angela? You OK?” She didn't answer. Alex asked again, but all he heard from her was gasping for breath. This time, he grabbed her hand. His heart rate shot up how cold her flesh was. “Oh, shit. Nathan!” Alex shouted. “What?” “She's going into shock.” Nathan ran to his side, dropping his phone in the process. “Oh, crap.” “What are we supposed to do?” Nathan asked. His tone grew more worried as Angela's breathing kept up its shallow sound. “Stop the blood loss, but...” “From where? She's got cuts all over her.” “I know that.” Alex snapped. “Sorry.” He froze again until he remembered that they had to elevate her legs. “Get her legs up. Use my backpack.” “And then what?” Nathan asked as he set up the pack. “I don’t know. I guess just make sure she keeps breathing. That’s all we can do.” “What if she stops breathing? I don’t know CPR.” When his friend said that, Alex's growing panic worsened; he was trained in CPR for animals, not people. Still holding Angela's hand, he looked down at her as the sirens sounded in the distance. Hearing them was a massive relief for both him and Nathan. “Stay with us. They’re coming.” When the ambulance at last showed from behind a fence and turned down the road towards them, Angela's hand fell limp in Alex’s grip. He watched as she silently shed tears but her breathing slowed. His heart sank. His arms fell as though his muscles had given out. “Angela, stay with us. You'll be okay.” Nathan swore out loud as Alex's eyes watered and his voice cracked. The paramedics finally arrived and in a group of four swarmed Angela, telling Alex and Nathan to get back before giving out orders and naming off things that she needed. Pacing nearby, Alex trembled all over, unable to focus on anything besides the medical teams and his jacket held in his right hand. Nathan stood against a nearby fence, taking slow breaths to calm down. They’d done everything they could, and it was up to the professionals now, but Alex could still feel the icy texture of Angela's hand in his flesh. Watching the paramedics bring out a gurney, unable to tell if she was stabilizing or dying, he wiped his eyes free of the water clouding them. His phone rang as they began to load her onto it, but after a glance at his pocket, he ignored it. Not now. He then heard some address him indirectly and looked over to see a female office coming their way. Alex addressed her with a nod, noticing the sergeant insignia she was wearing. “Evening. I'm Sergeant Hill. Are you the ones who called this in?” Alex nodded again, with a confirmation from Nathan. “Are you okay with me asking you a few questions?” “Yeah...sure.” Alex tried to hold back his emotions. “Hey, it's alright. They're doing everything they can...” “So were we.” Nathan replied. The sergeant stayed quiet for a moment before looking back at the group of paramedics loading Angela into the ambulance. When the doors of the vehicle closed, she spoke up. “Would you guys follow me, please? I just need a few questions answered, and then you can leave.” Following Hill back to her cruiser, Alex listened as Nathan answered the sergeant’s questions. They were the usual gauntlet for a situation like this. “We found her at about 9:06, the same time I called,” Nathan said. “Was anyone else around?” “No. Just us, but she looked like she was crawling away from something.” “Any idea what?” Nathan shook his head, and then turned to Alex. “Did she tell you anything?” “Not really.” Alex replied. “All she said was 'Not with him around'. She didn't tell me who attacked her.” Hill's expression shifted to one that in line with worry. “Did anyone try to approach you while you were helping her, or did you hear anything?” “No. We were alone the entire time.” “I see. In that case, would you mind if I followed you both home?” “What for?” Nathan asked. Alex replied before the sergeant could. “Safety reasons. Because of what Angela said.” “Yeah. I need to be sure your folks are aware of this if she claimed something like that.” Nathan nodded at that statement as did Alex before he stuffed his bloodstained jacket into his backpack. The three were soon on their way, Nathan leading with Alex tailing him and Hill at the rear. The evening air freely whipped over Alex’s arms and chest, and as they drove, he couldn't help but think about what he’d seen. They arrived at Nathan’s place first, and from the street he watched as Hill spoke to Nathan’s folks. The conversations went on longer than he thought and while he couldn’t hear what anyone was saying, he saw a few gestures directed at him. With a wave goodbye to his friend, Alex led Hill to his house, his anxiety from before making it difficult to not look behind him at least once along the way. As they pulled into the driveway, he parked his motorcycle and joined her as she rang the front doorbell. Inside, he heard Bailey starting to bark in response to the sound, getting him to crack a smile. As soon as the door opened, all seventy pounds of German Shepherd jumped up to see him. His father, David, stood in the doorway, his clothing rumpled from an earlier nap. “Evening, Sarah. Is something wrong?” “I'm afraid so. Alex and his friend, Nathan, called into dispatch earlier tonight. They found someone who looked pretty badly mauled, and I think he's a little shaken up.” Without missing a beat, David looked over to his son. “Alex, c'mon inside. I need to talk to the sergeant.” With a nod, Alex coaxed Bailey inside before his father shut the door behind them. “That's my boy.” Rubbing his pet's head, Alex let Bailey lick his face before heading for the bathroom. His dog followed and sat at his side as he looked over himself. In the mirror, his face was still red in places from holding back tears. As he looked closer, he saw droplets of blood spread over his skin, likely from one of Angela’s coughs. As he started the faucets, he saw more bloodstains on his arms. Far larger ones, as though he’d gotten too close to Angela’s wounds. Shaking off the thought, the water removed the blood, but didn’t mask the redness in his face. “Alex?” Looking to his side, his mother, Alyssa, was standing in the doorway. “Why did you ring the doorbell?” “Wasn't me.” Alex replied, reaching for a hand towel. “One of Dad's colleagues did.” His mother's eyes widened some. “You...” “No, no. I didn't do anything. I...well, Nathan and I...we found something.” “What exactly?” Alex shook his head once. “I don't want to talk about it right now.” “Well, is he still outside?” “She, and I think so.” As his mother headed for the front door, Bailey let out a woof. Looking down, Alex saw his dog sniffing the bloodstains on his jacket. “Bailey, leave it.” Alex commanded. His dog didn’t listen. “Leave it.” This time, Bailey sat down and turned his gaze up at him before Alex rubbed his head. “Good boy. Let’s go. Back to the bedroom.” His pet wasted no time obeying the order, and when Alex walked into the room, Bailey was already laying down on the foot of his bed, wagging his tail. “Good boy.” Bailey gave a slight woof in response as if to say ‘thank you’ before Alex scratched him between the ears. The dog laid his head down on his paws and noticeably groaned out of pleasure. “Yeah. I’m glad to be back home, too.” The sound of an engine turning over outside made Bailey lift his head, as did the opening of the front door. “Stay, boy.” Alex said as he kept stroking his dog. Although he was preparing for a talk with his parents, he hoped he could convince them to let the issue slide for the night. When they came to the doorway, his mother spoke first. “Alex, do you...” “No, Mom. I don't,” Alex replied without hesitation. “Son, you can talk to us about it. You two did the right thing.” “I know Dad, but just humor me. Tomorrow I'll talk.” “Isn't Nathan talking to his parents about this?” “I don't know. Maybe after I left, but...let's just leave it for now, alright? I really don't want to talk about this.” “Okay. Tomorrow, then.” Nodding his thanks, Alex hugged his folks and settled into bed. He didn't want to think about what had happened, but as he lay in bed stroking Bailey’s pelt, the thoughts wouldn’t leave him. Even thinking about playing a game or two didn’t help. Looking over to his phone, Alex picked it up and wrote a quick text to Nathan. While he waited for a reply, Bailey stood up and moved closer to him. Taking a new spot at his side, his dog kept his head up, his tail laying still and his large brown eyes barely looking away. As though he knew something was wrong with his owner. “Nothing gets past you, does it boy?” Alex said. Scratching his dog's ears again, the telltale sound of a message reply got him to look at his phone. “I'm fine. You?” “I'm managing.” “Good. I'm gonna sleep. Talk to you later.” “Same here. Later.” Turning off the phone, Alex hoped some sleep would help. |
Re: Story Of My Transformation - (a Werewolf Tale) By Marryjoanna by MarryJOANNA(m): 7:42pm On Jun 20, 2016 |
Wednesday, August 24th, 2011 Moon Phase – Waning Crescent 6:43 a.m. Waking up extra early the next morning thanks to Bailey, Alex got a shower and breakfast out of the way before his mother asked if he was ready to talk. He was hesitant to say much when he did choose to talk, as he had been the night before, but he slowly revealed more and more about what happened with each question his parents asked him. He recalled the gruesome details, how covered in gashes Angela had been and how bad the bleeding was, the icy feeling of her flesh, and how weak he had felt as he watched her slip further into shock. He could feel his eyes watering as the emotions he’d held back came rushing forward. He paused between replies to focus and hold them back. “Son, I know you're upset,” Alex sniffled for the fifth time, briefly stopping his father’s speech. “but...you did...the right...thing.” Alex took several breaths before he answered. “Not enough though.” “You're not a doctor, son. You did what you could while you both were there, and that's all that matters.” “I know...but...” “Do you want to have lunch somewhere later?” His mother asked after a stretch of silence. “Get your mind off this?” Alex shook his head. “No, but thanks.” Hearing a woof nearby, Alex noticed Bailey sitting down next to him with the same expression he’d had last night. Thinking of taking him for a walk to get himself in a better mood, he realized that his folks hadn't asked him about his new job yet. “Oh, that job Marcus told me about? I got it.” “You did? When are you starting?” “Any day now, I guess. I think next week, though.” “Well, good job son.” “Thanks,” Alex said, perking back up. “After the vet, this will be a nice change.” The table went silent again while Alex stroked Bailey’s head. His parents concentrated on their meals and coffee until his mother had to leave for her shift. Removing himself from the table then, Alex headed back to his room with Bailey following him. While part of him wanted to go back to sleep because of how early it was, he sat at the foot of his bed and turned on his XBOX instead. * * * When his father got his attention from the bedroom door, Alex looked over to find him wearing his police uniform. “You have a minute, son?” Putting aside his XBOX controller, Alex stood up. “Yeah.” “When I was talking to Sarah last night, she told me this girl claimed her attacker was nearby. Did you get any sort of feeling that you were being watched before the officers came?” Alex licked his teeth. “No, I didn’t. Nathan and I did look around just in case, but we didn’t see anything.” “You’re sure?” “Very.” Alex paused, then continued, “Though we shouted at whoever was there.” “Wait. You just said you didn’t see anyone.” “We didn’t. We shouted at whoever attacked Angela before we got to her to scare them off.” “I see.” “We didn’t know what else to do, and…it seemed like it worked. Nothing came around.” His father kept thinking about what to say for a short time. “So long as that’s true.” “It is. Nothing came around.” “Are you okay otherwise?” “Yeah, Dad. I’m fine.” Alex replied. “Wish I could know if Angela is, though.” “I had a feeling you were thinking that.” “Can’t help it. I want to know, and I’d imagine Nathan does, too.” “Right now, she’s probably on medication and recovering in the hospital.” His father adjusted his belt and checked his pistol strap before he continued. “From what you and Sarah told me, I’d imagine she’s not going to be willing to talk for a while.” “I can relate,” Alex said. “Anyway, I have to go. Congratulations on your new job.” “Thanks. Later, Dad.” After a quick hug with his father, Alex waited until he left and then brought Bailey out front to take him for a walk. His phone rang during the second lap of his block and he answered it to find Trevor on the line. His boss was calling him to ask about filling a shift and, in the same stroke, getting some training on the floor. “It’s two to seven tonight. Would that be fine with you?” “Yeah. Sounds good.” “Great. We’ll see you then.” * * * Alex arrived at the comic shop fifteen minutes early. For a weekday afternoon, there were more customers than he expected, most of them in their mid-20's, with the one odd child running around. Oh God, I hope no one expects us to babysit some loose kid. He recalled the stories Catherine had told him about parents leaving their kids inside the bookstore where she worked. Walking past the front counter with his Blue Moon T-shirt and backpack on, he was met by someone he hadn't seen the other day. The name on his badge said 'Daniel.' “Hey. Are you Alex?” he asked, putting aside the comic he was browsing. “Yeah, that's me.” He offered his hand to Alex, who returned the shake. “I'm Daniel.” “Nice to meet you. Kinda busy in here today.” “Yeah. During the afternoon and such we get a lot of customers.” “Hmm. Marcus told me the same once.” “Ah. Did he also tell you about the secret room we have?” Alex smiled as he heard that, even though he knew it was a set-up for a joke. “No, he didn't.” “You’ll find out about it soon enough, I’m sure.” “Probably by leaning against a switch on the wall.” Daniel's face didn't budge. “Yeah, we’ve lost a few employees to the lasers that way. Anyway, Trevor's in his office, but I can show you some of the basic stuff if you need.” Alex agreed to the suggestion, and Daniel was quick to start showing him where everything was that he would need for the day. The employee time-clock at the rear of the store, the storage room for the boxes of new inventory, the gaming room for the daily RPG sessions, and the restroom, which Daniel was quick to remind him was for employees only. “It being that close to the storage room, we can't risk people sneaking in and making off with our inventory.” “Makes sense, but why would anyone try and steal from storage if the front counter is, like, twenty feet away?” Alex asked, even though he already knew the general reason for the first part. “All sorts of reasons.” Daniel replied as they headed for Trevor’s office. Knocking twice, Trevor soon opened the door to let Alex inside. His attention was again drawn to the rare comics on the walls until his boss addressed him. “Hey, Alex. You ready to start your shift?” “Yeah, I am. Do you want me working the floor or the register first?” “For today, I just want you walking the floor and getting a feel of the store’s layout. You read over the papers I gave you, right?” “Yeah, I did. Keep the walls tidy, replace any comics or books that don’t belong somewhere, and help any customers who need it.” Alex replied, counting with his fingers each duty he listed. Trevor was pleased. “You got it...except for one thing. You're also responsible for getting backstock if we need it. Once you’ve gotten a few days with us, we’ll train you on the register.” Nodding to the addition, Alex was clocked in. With his name badge hanging on a lanyard, he started his shift looking around near the front entrance. Half an hour later, the store was still full of customers; a crowd of around six people in various locations. Only one person by that point had asked him for any assistance, leaving him little else to do. While he made another check of the RPG and board game sections, his hand went for his phone before he pulled it away. Walking back to Daniel, he got his attention. “I know it’s my first day, but does Trevor mind if we use our phones on the clock?” “Sometimes.” Daniel replied as he looked around the store. “Right now’s not a good time because it looks bad. When we’ve got, maybe, two people in the store, then it’s fine.” “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” Alex found the temptation to pull his phone out anyway, if only to quickly text one of his friends, hard to resist. Once his break came, he wasted no time texting Marcus. “Hey, man. Trevor called me in for a shift already.” Marcus’ response came a few seconds later. “That was quick. How are you liking the place so far?” “It’s nice, but there’s not much to do.” “Unlike your old job?” “Yeah.” “That’ll happen a lot. My advice: read some of the new inventory and get familiar with what the store sells.” “Will do. Thanks.” * * * When his shift was over and seven new comics were in his possession, Alex made his way to the skate park. Parking his bike nearby the only other vehicles in the lot, his gaze briefly turned toward where they’d found Angela the night before. Hearing a pair of trucks grinding on steel as he entered the park, one of the skaters noticed him and offered a greeting. Returning it with a brief wave, Alex scaled the structure with the steepest ramp and removed his skateboard from his backpack. It was a custom build he’d pieced together from professional grade trucks, wheels and bearings, with the most often broken part, the deck, being a less unique wooden blank. Setting the board into position, Alex placed his left foot first, leaving his right foot to push him onto the incline. Coasting downwards and gaining speed as he went, he aimed for a slight angle off the ramp ahead of him. His direction was good; all that was needed now was the proper timing. Bending his knees into the Ollie position, he waited for his wheels to come close to going off the edge of the ramp. As it came closer, he started to jump, his body and left leg going up while his right foot pushed down against the deck's tail, making it change to a more vertical angle. Catching the board's front with his other foot, he leveled it out as he descended to the ground, riding away with a set of clacks sounding from his wheels hitting concrete. As he continued riding around the park, despite the tricks he was landing, he felt his drive to skate waning. Not from being tired, but from the memory of yesterday. Stopping himself next to one of the funboxes, he got his phone out, thinking some music would help. With the screen back on, he saw two unread text notices and another saying he’d missed a call from Nathan, who’d left a voice mail. He listened to the voice mail first. “Hey, man. I know you're probably not going to like hearing this,” Alex prepared for the worst. “But Angela...I don't know how to say this but...I just heard from a friend who works at Methodist, and she's gone.” Alex exhaled slowly at that statement. His sadness came back and a fist was made with his free hand. But the message continued. “Not gone as in dead, though. I mean gone gone, like she's gone missing.” Hearing that sentence, Alex's face contorted and his eyes narrowed. Stopping the message mid-play, he redialed Nathan's number, and within two rings he picked up. “Hello?” “Hey, Nathan. It's me.” Alex replied, his voice deeper than normal from the onset of emotion. Nathan's tone didn't shift as he replied. “You got my message, didn't you?” “Yeah, I did. Are you sure about that?” “Very. Her body turned up missing when the staff did an evening count of the morgue.” For a second, Alex was stuck between sadness and confusion. “Then she didn’t make it.” “No.” Nathan replied, his tone drawn and somber. “Pronounced when the ambulance arrived.” Alex exhaled again. “Damn it.” “I don't get it, man.” “Organ stealing, maybe?” Alex said, grasping at conclusions. “I wouldn't rule it out.” “If that’s what happened, I hope they find out who did it. Sick bastard.” Neither of them said anything until Nathan attempted to change the subject. Alex exchanged some small talk with him and a few details about his first shift at Blue Moon before the momentum of the talks was spent. After they hung up, he gathered his stuff and headed home. As he came inside, Bailey was waiting to see him, his tail wagging while his tongue lolled from his mouth. “Hey, boy. You miss me?” Alex asked as he crouched to rub his dog's ears, receiving a slight groan in response. Heading back to his room to drop off his stuff, he returned to the kitchen for a plate of spaghetti. His father was the first to ask him something. “So, how was your first day?” “Kind of slow.” Alex replied. “Did you do any training?” “Not really. Someone else was running the register all day.” This time, his mother spoke. “So, what did you do?” “Mostly organizing inventory on the shelves.” “Well, at least you’re enjoying your job.” “Yeah. I think I’ll enjoy working there.” Finishing his meal with a glass of water, Alex was reminded of the two unread texts he’d received after getting his phone out again. They belonged to a two-part message from Catherine, sent at least an hour before Nathan had tried to call him. “Nathan just told me what happened. Are you okay?”...“If you want to talk, I'll listen. You have my number.” Smiling at the message, Alex knew Catherine was sincere about the request, but to risk getting emotional again talking about the event wasn't how he wanted to handle things. Despite the news from Nathan, he felt he’d gotten it out his system for the time being, achieved a bit of closure. “I appreciate it, Catherine. Thanks.” Alex texted back before pocketing his phone again. * * * The next morning, Alex awoke to find his folks already eating breakfast. His mother was in her bathrobe and his dad was in his police uniform again, with Bailey sitting near the table and watching for fallen scraps. As he got something to eat, his gut told him his father knew about the theft of Angela’s body and he braced for the possible questions and discussions as he ate. The subject never arose, and within an hour, he and Bailey were alone in the house. Settling down to some time playing games on his XBOX, Alex wondered about the string of odd stuff that had been going on. The dead calf which the police believed was wolves, then Angela who looked like she had been mauled by a canine. All within the span of ten days. A fact that sent a chill up Alex's spine. An animal that vicious in his hometown? Wait. Why did she say 'Not with him around?’ Alex clenched his fist as he thought about her wording. Not with him around. Why had she used that word instead of something more in line with describing a canine? Had she been trying to warn them about someone using dogs as attack animals? Alex shook his head. That couldn’t be true, but as his play session went by, that was the only possibility that came to mind. |
Re: Story Of My Transformation - (a Werewolf Tale) By Marryjoanna by Stlomo1s(f): 1:41am On Jun 21, 2016 |
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Re: Story Of My Transformation - (a Werewolf Tale) By Marryjoanna by MarryJOANNA(m): 2:53am On Jun 21, 2016 |
Friday, August 26th, 2011 Moon Phase – Waning Crescent 8:47 p.m. On Friday, Alex was again called into work. Arriving to find Marcus working the register, his friend eventually asked about the incident with Angela. He answered his questions with less visible emotion, though with an occasional look to the side. “Sorry to hear that, man.” “It's okay. We did what we could. I'm just stunned that someone stole her body.” “Yeah. That's...” Marcus placed his hand over his face for a second. “I've got no words.” “Despicable?” “That works.” “One of the upsides of a good vocabulary.” Alex said. “Figuring out good words on the fly.” “Please. I've got a better vocabulary than you.” “No, you don't.” Alex replied. “OK then, what is 'zestful' a synonym of?” Although Alex was unable to answer, that question kicked off a word game with Trevor for a while. *** Alex returned to the skate park after work. He still felt a chill thinking back to Monday night, but his desire to get back to skating and filming was winning out. With one other person there, he kept his phone in his pocket until they left half an hour later. With just the sounds of crickets as background noise then, he set up his phone’s camera to get a low angle shot of him tricking off one of the funbox inclines. Atop the quarterpipe opposite the incline, he set his board in position for a drop in, his right foot holding it in place. He had enough room to do a Kickflip off the incline. A double if he got enough air. Taking a breath, he set his left foot on the board and shifted his weight as he sent himself down the pipe. Coming up fast on the incline, Alex crouched down and prepared to Ollie. As his front wheels came close to the edge, he leapt up, pushing down against the tail of his board to bring it vertical with him. The tip of his left foot tapped the side of the rising plank, causing it to spin on its center axis. He saw it spin around once just under his soles, but held off from catching it right then. Watching for the moment it completed its second spin, he set his soles onto the board's griptape to stop it. Hitting the ground shortly after, all of his weight went into his bending legs and into his board, which he felt bowing from the bad positioning of his feet. When Alex heard the deck snap, his arms went out to attempt a recovery. His momentum downwards and forwards was too great and a landing on his rear was the result, his legs swinging up as well. Ow. Damn. Picking himself up and shaking off the impact, he saw that his board was broken not only in the center, but on the tail near the truck bolts, the griptape holding all three segments together. Well, time for a new one. Sweeping the splinters from his broken deck underneath one of the park structures, Alex retrieved his stuff and reattached the board to his backpack; his phone had recorded both the double Kickflip and his poor landing. As he passed the steel turnstile, looking out towards the benches several yards from the park, Alex saw something near them move. A large body and a head with pointed ears. Canine ears. He felt his heart beat faster, and then faster again when it began to stand up. “Oh, shit.” Telling himself not to worry, he still quickened his pace, reaching for his keys. Footfalls in the grass sounded from where the canine was, and he turned to see it coming towards him. It wasn’t making any noise, but now that it was on all fours, the size of it caught Alex’s attention. He’d never seen any canine as big as this one. It then suddenly lowered its chest, and a steady growl came from its muzzle. Alex began walking sideways to keep it in view, the sound not worrying him as much as everything else that was wrong about the animal. Its posture was off, as though its legs were too long. Its body looked too long. Its front paws were huge, and they motioned more like hands. Torn between wondering what the hell he was looking at and the urge to run, the canine began to become illuminated by the park lights behind him. He saw the colors of its pelt, how thickly covered in fur its neck was, and how its paws more resembled clawed hands than paws. It snarled at him, lips pulled back and teeth showing. Alex took a full step back, his left shoulder hitting the park’s gate, increasing his pulse. As though the creature saw his attempt to retreat as a challenge, it charged. Alex's first instinct of a side-step didn’t work. The creature shifted its direction and lunged at him, the immense weight of its body knocking him backward into the grass. An open jaw hovered over his head for but a second before trying to bite at him. Alex got an arm under the beast’s throat, holding it away. His shaking made grabbing at its jaw difficult. The grip he did get didn’t last a second. The beast grabbed his arm with one of its clawed hands and yanked it away, holding it down in turn. Its other hand went over his face and mouth, almost blocking him from breathing. He grappled with the arm over his face, trying to get it off, and then felt his right arm in the beast’s grip. Its hot breath blew over the flesh of his forearm just before its fangs punctured his skin. His nerves reacted, sending signals of sharp and searing pain, worse ones than any time he’d been bitten at the vet. Alex screamed into the beast’s paw, the sound muffled against the fur and pads. Jerking his head around to try and free himself, he grabbed the paw over his face again and wrenched open his own mouth. His teeth then bit into the rough pads, the pain from the bite and the bitter taste of the beast’s skin and fur both giving him incentive to bite harder. He heard it squeal in pain and let go of his head. Alex then slammed his left fist into the muzzle that had just let his arm go, feeling it impact and push away the beast’s head. Grabbing his punctured forearm, trembling in shock and fear, he struggled to get back to his feet, keeping his eyes on his attacker. In seconds, the beast recovered, but instead of charging him again, it stood up on its hind legs, keeping up its snarl. Alex’s eyes widened at what he saw. It stood taller than him in that stance, even with a hunch and canine-like legs. His blood was coloring its fangs and muzzle, and it was bracing for another strike. The terror Alex felt from the first attack intensified as the werewolf swung to try and grab him. He didn’t think about which direction he went. He just went, ducking to avoid the massive paw as he did. He barely got two steps before the werewolf got ahold of him. Its paw grabbed onto his T- shirt, the claws tearing into the fabric, and his collar jerked him to a stop. Feeling himself being pulled back, before he could scream again, the werewolf had wrapped its other paw around his neck. The claws pushed against his throat, above his jugular. It had him, and any sudden movements would leave him with a gushing artery. Breathing rapidly with tears running from his eyes, Alex tried not to break down. But he was at its mercy. Feeling his head being jerked to one side, this time his left shoulder was the target, and the massive canines pierced his flesh again. He felt them pass through his muscles, but stop at his clavicle, his shoulder burning from the pain. Suppressing his screams to fight the pain, Alex wanted more than anything now to have some kind of lucky break. To get away from this thing. With his hands jerking in reaction to the pain, he reached behind himself and grabbed two tufts of fur. From what felt like around the werewolf’s hips. He couldn’t tell how strong his grip was, but he twisted his hands nonetheless. He could feel the werewolf’s skin moving as he pulled, making it produce a growl. The pain in his shoulder intensified. He was doing something right. Lifting his foot, he swung it backwards and it hit nothing. The second time, he felt it hit something furry. Pushing down as hard as he could, he felt his shoe grab more fur. And then it hit what felt like the werewolf’s hind paw. It released him again, and his still clenched hands pulled out two handfuls of fur. Alex barely saw it rubbing the affected areas before he started to run. With every muscle in his arms shaking like mad, he made for his bike, only to stumble upon reaching it. Swearing out loud several times, he heard the clicking of claws behind him and the werewolf was again on top of him. This time, it pinned him down against the seat of the bike, one paw on his head and the other on his back, both with claws digging into his skin. Gasping in pain, Alex expected this to be the end. He'd fought back and lost. He’d only pissed it off instead of managing to get away. Hearing the beast breathing next to his ear, and thinking about how Angela must have felt against this thing, he let emotions rule his words. Regardless of whether it could hear him or not. “If someone skins you...” Feeling the claws in his back tightening, his words halted for a moment. “...for what you did to her and me...” Hearing a snarl by his ear, and feeling the hot breath of the werewolf against his neck, Alex shut his eyes and stopped talking. Seconds passed, and nothing seemed to change. He felt quick breaths run over his shoulder wounds, and then the claws that were sunk in his back and head were pulled out. He heard claws clicking on concrete, moving backwards. Turning himself around with his motorcycle as a temporary crutch, he saw the werewolf backing up. It did so until it was about five feet away, and then stopped. It produced light growls but didn’t move, as if it was taunting him. Sniffling once, Alex didn’t try and anger it further, even though he wanted to. If it was just going to sit there, he had a chance to run for it. Swinging a leg over the seat, he reached for his keys with his bloodstained fingers. As the engine started up, he nearly forgot to pull up the kickstand before punching the throttle. He raced down the access road, turning to see the werewolf not trying to follow him. The evening wind whipped his uncovered face and his muscles continued to twitch as he flew down the road, trying to maintain his composure and keep himself upright; his nerves were slowly cooling but every little jostle made him fearful of crashing. Turning into his neighborhood going as fast as he could, Alex pulled over near Nathan's place, confident that he'd gotten away. Still trembling, he didn’t move until he heard a car passing by on the road he’d just turned off of. It spurred him to grab his phone and start to dial his dad, but he stopped before pressing call. What was he supposed to say about his attacker? He knew what the thing was. He’d seen it clear as anything, but even on his best day, his father would never believe the use of 'werewolf' for an animal attack report. The idea of lying to make it something more believable came to mind, but his father relied on accurate information in situations like these. If he made up a story and others died as a result... His heart sank at the feeling of being wedged between two bad outcomes. Revving the bike’s throttle after pocketing his phone, he drove back to his house. For now, this was his problem to fix. If someone found out, then he’d consider what to do. As he pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine, he heard his phone beep with a new text but ignored it and went straight for the front door. Inside, Bailey was quick to run up to him and greet him, but his reaction to him changed almost instantly when he came close. He started sniffing at his owner’s body and produced a slight whine. “Quiet, Bailey.” Alex demanded softly. Hoping that he wasn't dripping blood on the rugs and carpet, he made haste to the bathroom, locking his dog out behind him. Stripping his torn and blood-stained T-shirt off and facing the mirror, he could now see the extent of the damage the werewolf had caused. On his left shoulder were two large piercings from the werewolf’s fangs, with shallower punctures in the skin near his clavicle bone. His right forearm showed torn flesh and punctures in the shape of a massive canine jawline. Running down the length of both of his arms were several drying trails of blood. The puncture wounds from the claws in his back didn't look as bad, but his spine and ribs stung when he tried to move too much. Going for the store of medical supplies under the counter, Alex ripped a square of gauze free of the packaging, dabbing the area around his forearm as lightly as he could. His arm still stung like mad at the slightest touch, but as he cleaned the spot, something caught his attention. Few, if any, of the wounds were still bleeding. He knew deep animal bites didn’t clot that quickly. His heart rate, which had begun to slow down, rose again. He flipped the gauze over to a clean spot and, despite the searing pain, directly dabbed one of the largest punctures. He pulled it away to see blood, but no oozing from the wound. As his limbs began shaking from his rising fear, Alex’s throat constricted and he felt sick to his stomach, his eyes closing and leaking tears. He wanted to believe that he was being irrational, but after what he’d just fled from, if his injuries were healing this quickly, there was no mistaking why. For nearly an hour, Alex stayed shut inside the bathroom, cleaning the blood from his arms and dressing the wounds he could reach. He heard Bailey sniffing under the door at times, but he kept him out. Hoping his mother didn’t wake up before he finished, his mind was on overdrive, thinking about what else was going to happen to him. Would he start acting like an animal in public? Would he start driving his friends and family away? If they found out what he was, what was to stop them from turning him away? Every possibility, and every thought, made him sick to think about, but the silver chain necklace he had on confirmed, at least, one thing: He wasn't suddenly allergic to the presence of the metal. After completing the dressings for his wounds, Alex finally opened the door after turning out the lights. Bailey rushed in to see him before being distracted by the pile of bloody medical supplies in the trash. Telling Bailey off, Alex carried the bin to the kitchen and dumped the mass as deep down as it would go, his shredded T-shirt going in afterwards. Returning to his room and getting a fresh T- shirt on, Alex tried to relax as he sat in complete darkness against his bedside drawers. Bailey was right behind him and tried to lick his face when he came close, something that Alex allowed only because he didn't feel like pushing him away. His limbs felt heavy and weak and some love from his pet was a small comfort. When Bailey started sniffing near the dressings, and then got too close to his forearm, a shot of pain ran through him. Holding back a painful noise, Alex climbed into bed in response but Bailey followed suit, staying focused on the fresh injuries. Rubbing the last of his tears away as his pet kept sniffing near his wounds, Alex tried to lay down, finding very little relief from the stings of his injuries. When his breathing leveled, he eased himself to sleep between strokes of Bailey's fur. 1 Like |
Re: Story Of My Transformation - (a Werewolf Tale) By Marryjoanna by Stlomo1s(f): 4:36pm On Jun 21, 2016 |
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Re: Story Of My Transformation - (a Werewolf Tale) By Marryjoanna by Leiykong(m): 12:01pm On Jun 22, 2016 |
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Re: Story Of My Transformation - (a Werewolf Tale) By Marryjoanna by OlufemiWhit(m): 9:14am On Jun 23, 2016 |
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Re: Story Of My Transformation - (a Werewolf Tale) By Marryjoanna by efeprovidence: 8:21am On Jul 13, 2016 |
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