Were-Geek

9.)

I washed my small wounds in the shower when we got back. They healed slowly in front of my eyes, like Wolverine only not quite as fast. But these did leave scars, just a few more in my vastly growing collection. Pretty soon I would be one big scar.

I finished bathing and dressed, looking at my eyes in the mirror. They were different now. Very different to say the truth. My eyes had been green before but now they had grown so vivid and brilliant they were yellow and could not possibly be mistaken for human.

I bit my botton lip, focusing on their now golden quality. A knock on my door startled me and I cursed, turning around and tying my dripping hair back as I padded across my room to my door. I opened it, expecting another heart to heart with Lee or maybe Amy but it was neither. It was Logan. My eyes widened, "What do you want?"

He smirked, "Rude much?"

I leaned against the doorpost and crossed my arms, "I'm a blunt person. Can't handle it?"

He laughed andshook his head. I smiled, "Want to come in?" I asked.

After a moment he nodded and I opened the door wider, closing it after he passed over the threshold. He sat down on the edge of my bed and crossed his arms. I leaned back against the door, crossing my own arms and eyeing his equally wet hair. I waited for him to speak first.

It was an uncomfortable wait before he finally said, "I came to check on you El."

I frowned, confused, "Me? I'm fine."

"Are you?" He stood, coming in front of me, "Are you really, El. You've gone through so much in the last month and you haven't talked to anyone. Everyone needs a friend or they'll go crazy."

"Crazier," I said a little more seriously than I had meant. He shrugged and I moved around him, going to my bed and falling onto it, crossing my legs. He sat down across from me.

"What is that?" He pointed to my chest and my first thought was what any teenage girl would think when a nice looking pointed at her chest.

But I looked down and realized he was pointing at my hand, which was tugging at my necklace, a nervous habit. "Oh," I smiled, looking at it fondly, "My section got it for me when I was promoted to section leader." My face grew pained as I remembered I had not had much of a chance to be their leader.

"See, that's what I mean. you need someone to talk to," his eyes were soft and gentle and he was only being kind and generous, but...

"Logan, I appreciate the off-"

"El," he interrupted, "Spill."

Tears came to my eyes and I glared at my lamplight, mentally cursing my weakness and holding my tears back. I pulled my knees to my chest and groaned, "I can't." I couldn't cry in front of him. I wouldn't. I couldn't think about those things yet. If only I could call them or form some sort of communication with my parents. I was getting ready to ask that when he patted my foot and said,

"I appreciate your decision, but you can't hide yourself from the truth forever."

He stood and started for the door. "Wait," I said, almost with panic. He turned, eyebrow raised. "Thanks," I said quietly. He hesitated, as if wanting to say something, then instead he nodded and left.

My chest began to heave as my mind raced with thoughts of werewolves, demons and war. I rolled over and buried my face in my pillow, screaming until my throat was raw.

2.)

We trained together again the next day, and the next day, and the next. We grew closer as friends and as a fighting group. They began to instill the same kind of trust in me as I had in them the first time I had seen them fight. And I began to trust them too.

No one asked again about my eyes and nothing else strange happened...until four days from my first vision Lee made me MAD. An angry I could never remember feeling before. Flames burned in my vision. I growled at her. It took Amy, Logan, Dillan, Luke, Sfin and David (A new guy who'd just arrived) to hold me down. Sfin had to pump me full of tranquilizers so I didn't change and kill her.

It was a reality slap to everyone though, reminding them all that I wasn't human and I never would be human again.

3.)

We had my second mission a few days later. Everyone was careful not to provoke me. Strangely, it made me sad.

This time the mission was in New Mexico. I had been there twice before. Both times I had despised the place, almost as much as Texas, but not quite.

We took a copter, I had never been inside one let alone flown in it. I was dismayed to learn they made me no less sick than a car.

The flight was not unbearably long and I stepped out amongst the tumble weeds and creepy trees with more relief than I had ever thought I would have here. I took in deep lungfulls of dusty air and looked warily at the shack house. It was old and delapidated. Nasty looking. Who would want to live there?

Dillan came up beside me. "This doesn't feel right," I frowned.

He nodded, "I know, I feel it too."

"C'mon you crazies. Let's take care of this and go home," Amy shouted, going toward the shack. I watched her with uncertainty, then followed as Dillan nodded to me and guarded our backs.

I stepped into the shack and felt it immediately. My hair stood on end, my senses were on alert, my muscles quavered. The shack was like something out of Wrong Turn. A movie I used to love but now, not so much.

I shook my head, an inhuman growl rising from my chest. "El, what is it?" logan demanded, looking around.

"It's-"

"A TRAP!" Amy screamed, sprinting at us, shadows at her heels, "Run!"

I did as she said and took off like a rocket, back to the copter. Dillan reached it first and commanded the pilot to start up. The wings started spinning faster and faster. The rest of us reached it and I turned one last time to see Luke on the ground in a growing stream of blood, rope around his ankles.

I cursed and ran back for him, tugging at the twine until it fell loose. Then I hauled him up and dragged him to the copter which was beginning to lift. My chest pounded, my breath raced. I threw Luke in and pulled myself after. The copter lifted and I sighed in relief, looking around to make sure all the others were here. They met my newly yellowed eyes with their own, their own eyes that widened in horror as a red dot appeared on my chest. A split second before the bullet hit its mark and forced me backwards and out of the copter.

4.)

The fall seemed to last forever and the anticipation of hitting the ground caused my heart to stop. I felt it quit beating in my chest, but then the impact of slamming into the earth restarted it.

I gasped for air, watching the coptor growing smaller and smaller until a shadow fell over me. I looked up slowly, with watering eyes. "Hello, El." A deep man voice said before swinging his gun. I had a milli second to realize I was getting ready to be pistol whipped before stars and nothing.