Falling into the Beast World

Chapter 6: Who are you?

***Author note-I AM SO SORRY! I was finally able to fix my keyboard, but then my husband decided to move our office to our bedroom, so that took him a little longer than I thought it would. BUT! I had typed the story on my phone, and I made it longer than my other chapters, so I hope it makes up for the long unwanted Hiatus I was on. My computer is back to normal, my keyboard is better than ever, and my daughter had no access to my computer without supervision! I hope you enjoy! ***Also, I believe the above picture is the perfect baby picture of Curtis! So cute! ***

Chapter 6: Who are you?

Curtis POV

My first memory was of my mother. She was crying. I remember being confused about why there was liquid coming out of her eyes. What did it mean? Was she hurt? I looked around and saw many other snakes like me; some staring at mother and others still trying to hatch. All sudden there was a loud hiss coming from behind mother, causing her to flinch and hide her face in her arms. I wanted to protect her so slithered towards her and touched my snout to her ankle, causing her to whimper and pull her leg in tighter into her cocoon of herself. She feared me. But she was my mother... why is she scared of me?

The answer to my naïve question, came in the form of a giant red snake head rising from behind mother's shaking form. I glared murderously at us and opened its jaws showcasing huge white fangs dripping with venom. I remember feeling so scared that I slithered backwards away from the huge beast. Some of the brethren weren't as clever and went towards our mother, which unfortunately for them led to being squashed by a huge ref tail. The suddenness of the infanticide made me turn around and leave the cave of my birth. I knew that to survive I needed to get far enough away from what I now know was my father beast.

I felt ashamed. But there was nothing I could do as a hatchling of a few minutes. Little snakeling me just kept slithering farther and farther away from them. I was desperate to save myself. This world is survival of the fittest. My first meal was a field mouse that I ran over in my haste to run. I subconsciously curled around the mouse carrying it with me to wherever my frightened instincts were taking me. I didn't notice that I was constricting tighter and tighter around the unfortunate mouse as I continued my abrupt journey. In a last attempt to save itself, the mouse bit into my tail and with its long teeth it hurt quite a bit. I whipped around hissing but soon realized that the mouse died with its bite. The teeth still embedded in my tail, the eye glossed over with the shadow of death, with it trapped in my tail, I could not feel a heartbeat or feel any breaths leave. It was dead. I sniffed it and I felt a grumbling nauseous feeling in my abdomen. Hunger was demanding I eat the mouse. I listened to my gut and swallowed it whole. I full feeling I got was very satisfying.

I knew the full feeling would not last long, so this time instead of running aimlessly trying to find safety, I ran in search of sustenance. As the light cycles passed me by, I grew in length and size. I went from hunting field mice to giant bears. I even ate a small colossus. After that I remember feeling strange. I was tingly all over. My skin was very itchy, like it was crawling and pinching me. I rubbed against anything to get the feeling of going away. It went on for a few light cycles. The relief came when I rubbed against a rock for, and I felt and heard a tear. It wasn't painful, but oddly satisfying. My skin was peeling off, I didn't understand what was happening but knew that it needed to come off. Using the same rock, I was able to peel the rest off. It took me half a light cycle to finish. I felt anew and exhausted. Climbing the nearest tree, I curled in its branches and went to sleep.

The next morning, I didn't have a tail. I was in the same form as my mother. I went to the nearest reflective surface and observed the changes. I had long red hair straight as can be, red piercing eyes and light tanned skin. This must be what my father looked like. I didn't like this form; it wasn't as strong or fast in my snake form. When the thought passed my mind, my legs shifted back to my tail. This seems a little better. One thought did cross my mind, what if in this form mother won't be afraid of me? I had a small inclination to go look for her and find out. Maybe she would want me? Love me? But another thought was reminding me of my murderous father who didn't even bat an eye killing his own hatchlings. Mother was his mate and father felt we would take her away from him. Whatever, I will find my own mate.