Beauty In The Blood Moon

Fight or flight

"Damn. We need to go. Now!" Zeke whispered to me, making sure I was the only one to hear him.

"But, I haven't morphed yet! What do we do?" I whispered back. I still wanted to know where we were, since the scene was getting more and more dangerous. What was above our heads, and did it know we were here?

"It doesn't matter now. Our main priority is getting out without being caught, and when I say that, I mean you. I know I'll make it out well, but you need to be able to get out with me." Gee, thanks Zeke. My confidence really needed that right now. "Oh and also, we're in Simon's basement..." he added nonchalantly

Really Zeke?! Really? We're at Simon's house! UGH. "I can't believe you brought me here. By the way, how did you bring me here anyway? Isn't Simon's house supposed to be under lock and key these days?" I was really trying to keep my cool. It was pointless to get mad at Zeke now, since we needed to keep quiet and come up with a way to get out of here.

"I know some people. And also, it's not that difficult to get past the crater-sacked nipplewipe himself. He really needs to be more careful, or I'll pay him an extra special visit more often." Zeke laughed to himself, but I could tell he was still trying to keep quiet. Simon may be a little slow, but he could still beat the shit out of you. And there'd be nothing you could do about it. He's the strongest morphaíma I've met. I know none of us can beat him in a battle, and who'd want to? He's got some scary friends I don't want to get close to.

"So lets morph into flies and get out of here." I said. Wouldn't it just be easier to d it that way?

"Hania use your logical thinking. You still haven't transformed into Amanda over there." Zeke whispered. I knew he was right. I couldn't transform into anything until I became Amanda for a while. Just as I was about to agree with  Zeke, a noise came from the stairway across from Zeke, and I could feel sweat across my face while hearing every single step go past. From above I heard a muffled voice, but I knew exactly who it was.

"Why do I smell blood. This better not be another prank you guys! I'll have to kick your asses straight to the moon." It was Simon.

"Wasn't us Simon. I haven't had a drink all day today... Hey, do you smell that? It smells like morphaíma." Simon's werewolf friends and their great noses. They were extremely good at pointing out species. Then the creaking of a door came from the stairwell.

I could feel myself shaking, and looked over to see what Zeke wanted to do next. Where Zeke was once at there was nothing, but I heard a noise on the other side of the basement. Zeke was looking through boxes of Simon's stuff, where he found a little league baseball bat. How cliché... As Simon's friends walked down the stairs to see what was down in the basement, Zeke hit a home run with all of their heads, and they crumbled to the floor.

"Come on, before they become concious!" Zeke yelled towards me, and bolted up the stairs. I got up and ran after him, not caring that I stepped on Simon and the werewolves to get away. By the time I got to the top steps, I saw that the group below started to stir, and I bolted off to make sure they didn't identify me.

I'd never been in Simon's house before, not consciously anyway. My only glimpse was what looked like a teenager's mountain of junk food and dirty clothes. I needed to find the front door, but something was pulling at the back of my head. Oh no. No no no. Not yet! My skin felt like a rubber band, about to snap at the pressure. I felt my cheekbones get more defined, and my lips a tad thinner. My feet got smaller, and I saw myself shrinking from 5' 6" to 5'. My hair got longer, and my new lavender color turned to brown. The fiery inferno ignited in my body, but I just needed to ignore it and keep focusing on getting out of Simon's house.

Around the corner from the basement stares and down the hall I found the kitchen fully stocked with liquor and leftover pizza boxes. I kept going. The dirtiest bathroom I'd ever seen, family room with a flat screen TV and beer cans everywhere, a hallway that had never shown it's flooring to a living soul...

I heard a door open ahead of me, and heard footsteps running away. The steps were frantic,  and the quick steps sounded just like Zeke and his classic Converse making a break for it. Until now, I hadn't heard a thing from him. I made it past the stairs to an  upstairs, and finally made it to a door to the outside world, but just as I was turning the knob to leave, a crash came from behind me. Simon never failed to make an appearance.

I could feel his rage from 10 feet away. It was as if there were an earthquake only the two of us could feel. There was a hateful daze in his eyes as he took in his surroundings, blood thirsty and mad as hell. My immediate reaction was to become a statue. In the back of my mind I wondered if he saw the body in his basement, and knew that the person he was about to see wasn't actually the owner of the face.

I knew his friends could smell the blood on me, but they were still in the basement, probably gasping for life. They were stupid buffoons who didn't know right from left. I prayed that he couldn't recognize me.

Now for the moment of truth. I had nowhere else to go. If I tried to run now, I'd be pummeled, and there was no hope for Zeke to come back for me. He was too self-centered to remember I didn't make it out. I knew his concern for me earlier was too good to be true.

Suddenly the shuffling behind me became a roaring wave of total fury erupting around the house. "YOU LITTLE BITCH! Come into my house and think you run the place, huh? Be prepared for the beating of a lifetime, and don't think I'll go easy since you're a girl. Simon doesn't go easy on nobody!" And with that, a stampede of Simon rolled in my direction. I had only one shot to get away from him, and it had to be physical, to his weakest point.

"See you later  bubble-encrusted anus wiggler!" I yelled, and with that, I kicked his "Ham-bone Harry" full on. Opening the door, I was astounded to see Zeke running back towards me, grab me by the arm, kick Simon in the face as he was folded to the ground weeping, and we left, heels flying.

"See ya later poop-nosed bungtub!" He yelled with a smirk on his face, while glancing and gracefully waved goodbye to now sandwiched Simon.