Project #134

CHAPTER 9

Aron woke up in his bedroom to a clasp of thunder outside. He got up, stretched, and started to walk downstairs. He glanced at the photos of his family going down each step and turned towards the kitchen at the bottom. He opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice. Aron then grabbed a glass and proceeded to pour himself a glass of the citrus beverage.

As soon as the juice hit the glass,something unexpected happened. The glass exploded into many shards. The thunder outside made another large boom – followed by the electricity going out in the house. Instead of quenching his thirst, he decided to focus on his hunger instead. He pulled out the bread bag and decided to make a sandwich. As soon as he grabbed the bread,it collapsed into dust right in his hands.

Aron began to notice that something wasn't right. Thunder began rolling outside again. He could now hear a thumping noise coming from the upstairs, which he decided to investigate. As soon as he got to the bottom of the stairs, many steps began to crack, sending wood splinters flying everywhere. Another roll of thunder outside starting to get the house shaking. The framed photos lining the walls began to slowly rock back and forth.

The blue colored walls of the house changed to red. Photos were now falling off of their nailed positions on the wall, crashing on the ground with glass going everywhere. Aron stood in disbelief, slowly backing away from the breaking objects. Thunder rolled again. As soon as he knew it, he had his back to the front door. More thunder followed.

A knock was heard at the door. Aron decided whether or not to open it. The knock happened again. Aron turned around to confront the person at the front door. As soon as he did, he heard a large crashing sound behind him. Turning around to face the direction he was originally in, he realized his house was falling into a black pit.

Aron stared in disbelief as everything was going in – the stairs, the kitchen, the bathroom, his upstairs bedroom. It all fell in. All that was left was the entryway including the front door. The knocking continued outside. All Aron could do was turn around and face the person at the door, considering nothing was left. He took a deep breath, grabbed the handle and pulled it open. Outside, in complete blackness, was an angry Dr. Whitworth holding a shotgun straight at him. The doctor pulled the trigger. BANG.

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Aron woke up, heavily breathing. He stared at a wooden ceiling, and looked around. He was in a bedroom of some sort. He looked at his hands, which were now paws from the experiment. A green robe was covering his body, and he also noticed new bandages that were not there before. It was then he realized that Dr. Whitworth only killed him in his dream.

"Where... am... I...?" he said out-loud.

Aron could hear conversation in the other room followed by light laughter. As he looked around the room some more, he realized something was missing.

"Victoria!" he said out loud. He then tried to get up to investigate what was going on. "AUGH!"he said as he grabbed his chest and fell to the floor.

Victoria appeared in the doorway. "Aron, you're up! Uh, here..." She assisted him back into his bed.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"You are in a cabin outside of Spearfish, South Dakota." a mysterious voice answered.

What came next surprised Aron to say the least. A figure appeared in the doorway. He couldn't believe it. It was another hybrid.

"Who are you?! Are you a part of this too?! If you put one paw on her, it will be the last... AUGH!" he screamed as he tried to get out of bed again.

"You need to rest. You've taken quite a beating." the hybrid flatly responded while opening the window curtains. Sunshine poured into the room. The wolf growled at him. "...and it's too late for that. I already put one on her."