"I need to show you something," Kyle said. We were out on the balcony of the apartment, looking out. It was our first month living in London together. "I'm sorry for not showing you sooner, but I couldn't find the right time." I looked down, at our feet dangling over the side.
"I do too. I felt like you would-"
"Disown you? Run away?" I nodded.
"Yes."
"I'm nervous." He said,wringing his hands.
"Understandable," I said. "If your thing is the same as my thing, then we're in pretty good shape. Though, I highly doubt it."
He laughed. "Trust me Hannah, mine is much worse."
"Oh really?" I asked, shoving him to the side.
"Oh yes!" He replied, shoving me back. I pulled my feet back and started to go back in.
"The time is now, I guess." I said. I assume he nodded, but he didn't say anything. We locked the door behind us and walked to our bedroom.
"Well, um, you kind of have to leave the room for what I have to show you..."
"Yeah.. I'll go in the bathroom and do my thing, okay?"
"Okay." He chuckled a little. "We sound like kids hiding secrets."
"Well, we are, so.."
"Just go."
"K." I went into the bathroom and...changed. You see, when I was born, my parents didn't want me. They were scientists, and didn't have time for a whiny baby. They decided I was a test subject. They wanted to make people change into creatures, like a werewolf or something. They were brilliant, I give them that. It made my life hell though. The serum they gave me gave me powers. I am a shape-shifter. I can transform into pretty much every mammal. (I haven't tried all of them.) After my parents' "Brilliant creation" had been done, they put me up for adoption. Seriously. I never got adopted because the other children called me a demon or a monster. I could communicate with dogs with a sort of empathy link. When I got upset, I would turn into a bear cub or something to scare them. It worked, but I would get smacked and beaten by the orphanage owners. It was hard growing up.
I decided to change into a wolf. It came the easiest to me, I didn't have to focus very hard to change. I was really nervous, but I stepped out of the bathroom.
On the bed was Kyle. As a wolf.
"OH MY GOD!" He "said" to me.
"So, you're one too?" I replied, padding over.
"Well, yeah... I got "adopted" by super psychos. I was taken from my real family." He stated.
"Those psychos were my parents. We were both test subjects." I jumped on the bed and layed down next to him. He put his muzzle on his paws and sighed.
"We're both victims of the same crime."
"That we are indeed."
