A scary college week!

Night Four (Part Three)

Then the fur started spreading slowly towards his face, back, and even legs. I couldn't help but notice that his fur was the same colour as his hair. Deep Black. Nor that I cared weither my certain death was black or blue.
I let go as I saw his hands grow into claws, legs crack, and bones reposition themselves. Slowly his shirt and pants absorbed into his skin, his ears elongated and pointed outwards, his nose and face elongated to form a muzzle. His bones cracked ago loudly as they reshaped and repositioned, you could have heard it with loud music in the background. His spine extended out of his body with a jolt and turned into a tail, getting furrier and furrier with every breath. Within a moment or two, his head shot upwards into a howl. I realized at that moment that he had turned into a wolf.
A Werewolf.
He stood on all fours, and by the looks of it, he could only do that. I stumbled backwards in shock. Then something inside me just clicked, and I felt so aggressive, too aggressive. Something said "Kill him! He is on your territory!"
He looked at me. I stared back. I knew it. But I don't know what I knew....?
Then he faced me. I realized how scary he looked during the dark night sky. But deep inside, I knew that they exist. But I don't know what existed?
I felt awkward. I was scared, but at the same time, I felt aggressive.
He moved towards me. Thats when I noticed the white patch of fur which covered his left eye and ear. I was suddenly startled by his voice
"Yes, Wally, yes.
We exist.
You exist.
Caninians exist."

FLASH!
I was just a baby. But I could do it. I could, and did,
clone myself for this secret government organization's task for finding new alien life. Ofcourse that was ages ago, because now, thanks to that one clone, we had discovered at least a thousand different alien lives. But I was unsafe. I was insecure, because I was not too strong. So I created a machine. A machine that could help me transfer my body to another person's mind. In short, I could switch my bodies.
I could, and did.
I found a perfect caninian clone of mine, from planet Earth. Closest perfect clone, 4 billion light years from home. So I captured him. But first, I had to kill his family, so no one cares if he dissappears. For that, I should blast his house with a bomb that is only strong enough to kill humans. Pure humans. Only one person has it. Rage the Dak'ar. And he is not awake. I must wake him up....

BLAM!
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BOOM!
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CRASH!
No more house, no more family, one more Wally.

FLASH!

"Yes Wally. You are the original."