The Beast I Have Become

Chapter 4

        I wake up to the sunlight on my face. I blink and let my eyes adjust before putting my glasses on. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. One more day till the full moon. Which is tomorrow night. I'm happy about that. Anyway, I might as well go and get something to eat. I'm starving my ass off. I head downstairs and grab a steak from the fridge. I rip a chunk out of it, the juice tasting good. I then stop, swallowing my steak and realizing something. I didn't even cook this. Thing was, while my brain was connecting the dots, I finished it. It tastes so fucking good though. I hope I don't get sick, it tastes too good to puke it up. I actually don't feel as sick as I thought I would. I'm just gonna pretend that this didn't happen.
        "Hey, Mark," Ryan says from behind me. I jump. Dammit, I didn't know he was there! How long was he there? What did he see? I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before turning to face him.
        "Morning, Ryan," I reply while running my fingers through my hair. "Don't sneak up on me like that, man. I didn't hear you coming." Ryan gives me a look. It's really hard to explain. Suspicion, that's what I think it is. Either Ryan caught me, or he thinks I'm up to something. I hope it's the second one. If he caught me, then he'll for sure confirm it as that werewolf thing.
        "Did you eat any breakfast, yet?" Ryan asks me. I can hear it in his voice. It sounds like he's trying to get me to admit something. "Or did you already eat?"
        "I was actually going to make me some fried eggs," I reply thinking quickly and grabbing some eggs. "I feel like cooking something for myself." Ryan nods.
        "Hey!" Ryan's adds on with a raise of his eyebrows. "The full moon is supposed to be tomorrow night." Ryan looks at me. I actually kinda winced, but I turned around to hide it and grabbed a pan and asked to the stove. I don't know if he noticed, but he is watching my every move.
        "Really?" I ask, now playing dumb. "Cool! It'll be nice." I glanced at Ryan. He doesn't look like he's done yet. I turn on the one of the stove heads. A small blue flame starts with a click click click. I put butter on the pan so it won't stick and eventually crack my eggs there.
        "How have you been feeling lately?" He asks cautiously. I don't think that's exactly the question he wants to ask, but it's as good as it's gonna get.
        "Uh," I reply, slowly turning to him. "I've been feeling fine. Why are you asking?" Ryan shakes his head before answering.
        "No reason," he replies. "Just with that bite and all, I just wanted to know." I nod my head and turn back to egg, adding some salt and pepper for some flavor. I grab some bacon that's already been cooked from the fridge and out it on a paper plate and heat it up for a few seconds. I couldn't help it. The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop.
        "You still think I'm a werewolf, don't you?" I snarl, now looking back at him. I only turn my head halfway, so he can only see half of my face. Ryan looks a little taken aback.
        "No!" He replies with fake shock. "I wasn't saying that. I just thought-"
        "'I just thought' my ass," I snarl again, the words flying from my mouth. "Just fess up, Ryan. You know that you think I'm a werewolf and that this bite is from a werewolf." Ryan goes on defense.
        "Hey!" He says, now getting a bit frustrated. "The facts add up. It's more reasonable than the other things I look up. I may not be a cryptozoologist, but I'm trying my best to find out what it is, and the facts add up to werewolf!"
        "Like what?" I reply as smoothly as possible, now flipping my egg.
        "The bite, the fast healing, reflexes, the rage. MARK!" Ryan spits back like its the most obvious thing in the world. "Can't you see?! It all adds up! You're a werewolf!" I feel my blood boil. I take a huge breath and exhale loudly, trying to keep my cool.
        "How do you know for sure?" I snarl, my voice quivering with anger. "They haven't entirely been proven real ya know."
        "They haven't been proven not real either," Ryan spits back. "You can be a skeptic all you like, Mark. The facts are right in front of you." And with that, he leaves out of the room. I glare after him, still staring at the doorway even though he's already gone. I then smell my eggs. They aren't burned, but they're...just right. I guess my nose is better than I think. I turn the fire off and quickly slide my egg onto the plate. I leave the pan on the stove to cool while I go and grab a fork and sit down. I eat my breakfast happily, still wondering about the whole werewolf thing.
        "Hey, Mark," Matt says while walking in. I nod my head upward in acknowledgment. "Ryan doesn't look too happy. Are you guys arguing about this werewolf thing again?" I slowly move my eyes to the side.
        "Maaaaaayyybe," I reply slowly. Matt smiles a bit to my childishness and I myself smile a bit too. "Yeah, we were. Ryan was trying to get something out of me. Basically trying to get me to admit that I'm a werewolf or some bullshit like that."
        "Yeah," Matt says while sipping on some coffee. "He's seemed to be trying to figure that out. I'm mean, not like I'm not curious either, but I'm just not as into it as he is."
        "It's so fucking frustrating though!" I reply now finishing up my eggs and bacon. "I mean, werewolves! What the hell?!" I get up and throw my plate away and put the fork in the sink.
        "You've got to admit though," Matt says while raising his eyebrows. "The things he is saying are adding up to you and werewolves. The symptoms he's saying are connecting."
        "I know!" I reply. "That's what pisses me off even more. His bullshit is adding up. It doesn't make much sense, but it's true! I don't want to believe that I'm a-a werewolf, Matt! I can't believe it."
        "If you are what Ryan says you are, then we'll help you," Matt saying while putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "We'll try to help you, even if it's dangerous. This 'condition' of yours hopefully won't be as bad as we think."
        "I'm still not believing his bullshit though," I reply stubbornly. "I don't want to be a part of it, nor do I care. It's probably just all in his head. Werewolves aren't real."
        Or are they? I thought as soon I said that last statement. I fold my arms over my broad bare chest and lean against the counter. They can't be real. It's probably just one of the only things that Ryan can find at the moment. Maybe he's just trying to be a little helpful and trying to act like he knows something. I shrug it off and decide to go and record some videos.
        "Helloo, everybody! My name is Markiplier, and welcome back to Mario Maker part...I don't even know," I begin with my usual intro. I begin playing and commentate on the game and some of the stupid ass gaming that I'm doing, cussing here and there when I screw up. Which is very often in this game.
        "Yep," I reply to falling in lava for probably the bagillionth time. "Mr. Dickbag McDicksucker still can't avoid lava because he loves it so fucking much. Fuck I suck at this." I try to keep myself calm for the majority of the time, trying my best not to full out rage and throw the monitor across the room. I eventually get a good hour into this game and end it.
        "Well, that's all for right now. I'm running out of time for this one. Next time I'll try to do this and complete it. Please subscribe to my channel and watch more videos that I have done, and as always...I will see you in the next video. Buh-bye!" I click off my camera and start to edit the video. I cut out few scenes where I got a little...weird I guess to say and then upload it. I get a few comments later like, "Is it just me, or do your eyes look a bit lighter?" or, "Wow, talk about rage!" and even, "Wow, you're like a mad wolf, Mark." I read that one and it immediately reminded me of Ryan. I get out of it and let my phone sleep before setting it down on the table. I lean back in my wheely chair and sigh, my hands over my face.
        "You alright, Mark?" Matt asks from the door. I remain in the same position.
        "Yea," I reply with a muffled voice through my hands. I hear Matt leave, his footsteps a light pit pat on the carpet. I'm actually surprised that I could hear that. Usually, I can't. I shrug it off and rest my head on the table, my arms coming around and propping my head up. I sigh with comfort. I sit up and take off my glasses and rub my eyes. I leave them closed before opening my eyes to the blurry world. BONK!!! BONK!!! BONK!!! BONK!!! I jump, almost falling out of my chair. I put on my glasses and see who texted me. It's Jack (or as you guys call him, JackSepticEye).

Jack: sup, Mark! How are things over in LA?
Mark: things are going great over here. How about you?
Jack: everything's cool. It's raining. Typical Ireland, right?
Mark: raining again? No wonder you Irishmen are so damn pale! You guys can never get any sun!
Jack: hey! Whatever. My paleness is sexy and you know it XD
Mark: you're so pale that the little bit of sunlight you have reflects off of you. You make everyone blind!
Jack: oh yeah? You're so butt ugly, that every time you go out, people mistook you for your ass.
Mark: well played XD

        I smile, Jack's insults going through my head. That's me and Jack for ya. In our mid-twenties, but we're still five years old in our head. He's so funny! It would be nice for him to come over, but if he comes before this full moon, who knows what will happen? With me and this bite and the probability of being a werewolf, I'm not risking anything. And yeah, Jack may be the loudest person on the face of the earth, but he's hilarious and fun and I just love hearing his crazy Irish accent. Also, I'm pretty surprised that he hasn't lost his voice. His regular talk would be counted as a raised voice for me. No homo. Don't even think about it with all of this fan fiction. I'm heterosexual.
        Anyway, I walk back downstairs and sit on the arm of the couch and fall back onto the couch, my legs hanging off the arm. I lay there and stare at the ceiling.

Ryan's POV

I walk downstairs and see Mark staring at he ceiling like a doof. I go and look into the fridge and almost do a backflip. Not really. He took the bait. He took the raw steak, and I know he didn't cook it either. I'm not bringing it up, but I know he took it. Yes, I put that steak there. Sorry, Mark. As much as I like him as a good friend, my curiosity had to know.
        "Mark you're an ass," I mutter quietly, now testing something else. Nobody would be able to hear me, even if they were close to me.
        "So are you," Mark replies back. I know he's talking to me because he's propped himself on his elbows and is looking at me.
        "I'm surprised you heard that, Mark," I reply playing dumb. "I said that pretty quietly." Mark looks away immediately.
        "Yeah, I guess so," he replies. He drops himself onto the couch again and signs. I go and ruffle around with him. He grabs me back with a playful smile on his face. It happens.
        "Ouch, son of a bitch!" I reply when Mark scratches me. I look at the scratch marks. They didn't break the skin of course, but it sent a good message of pain to my brain.
        "Shit, sorry," he replies with a look showing that he had no idea he did that. His mouth is slightly parted and I look into his mouth the best I can without looking like a complete idiot. His teeth are sharper. Yep, werewolf confirmed.

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