After we got Matt bandaged up, a breaking news report comes on. Oh Hell.
"Breaking news! Logan Miller has just reported a gruesome animal attack!" The female news reporter says seriously. Ryan and I whimper and look at each other before turning our gaze back to the tv. "Here is the recording from the phone call."
"Hello, this is 911, state your emergency," the 911 operator says quickly.
"Yes, hello!" a panicked man's voice says over the phone. "My family has just been attack by some oversized animals! They took my baby and wife and ran off into the woods with them!"
"We will send the proper authorities over immediately," the operator says before the call ends. Apparently, the man must've been using a phone line since the operator didn't ask for the address. I feel hot, angry tears fill my eyes. After about an hour, the police found them.
"We are here at the crime scene," says a male reporter. "The officers have found the slaughtered and mutilated corpses of the wife and infant. The scene is too gruesome to show, but they are torn and barely recognizable. Here is Sheriff Lucas with more detail."
"Thank you, John," the sheriff says. "When we reported over to Mr. Miller's residence, he pointed the direction of the two beasts. We got the K-9 units out for the look and found them. The wife and infant, unfortunately, were pronounced dead. The wounds show to be an animal attack and DNA samples will be taken to the lab for more research."
"Fuck!" Ryan yells with his hand on his head. "Mark, what the fuck are we going to do?!" Tears are building in his eyes. "If they take those samples to the lab, then they will probably find out who we are! I don't think our DNA changes when we shift! We're so screwed!" I purse my lips and furrow my brow. I call Jack and explain the situation to him.
"Ya, I know!" He says. "I saw it on the news, lad! Our DNA isn't supposed to change when we turn. The only thing that turns is our physical shape. I don't know if those machines will be able to point out werewolf and werebear DNA, though. Remember, these machines were made by humans. The last thing they're gonna allow this machine to find out is if it werewolf DNA. So, you two might have a chance, and the machine might not be able to detect what or who the samples belong to." I sigh in relief.
"But still!" I reply back. "I feel fucking terrible! I'm just a YouTuber with a YouTuber life! I'm also way too soft for this kind of stuff, Jack! I killed innocent people! My conscience can't deal with this kind of emotions and this kind of guilt!"
"Mark, you need to calm down," Jack replies seriously. "I know, this kind of stuff happens. I admit I've only killed one person in my life, just one. I felt awful, but that's just the nature of the beast, Mark. There isn't a damned thing ya can do about it."
"Thanks, Jack," I reply. "I just needed someone who understands to tell me that."
"You're welcome, lad," Jack replies with a small, understanding smile (I could just hear it in his voice). "I'll let ya get on with your business. I'll talk to ya later." The call ends and I'm left with silence. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair, only for it to fall back onto my face again. I huff do something I usually don't do and tuck it behind my ear. It feels odd and girly, but I'm not in the mood to deal with my hair right now.
"Oooooh," I groan. I feel almost as bad as I did last night. I feel ill, almost every part of my body is throbbing with dull pain. I get up and head to the bathroom. I spit out blood from my mouth as my gums continue to do what they've been doing. Fans haven't really put much into the whole thing with my teeth. Usually, I suck a lot of the blood off my teeth and drink a lot of water during my videos. I mean, of course, they've pointed out the fact that my k-9 and those two teeth on either side or pointy and a bit longer than usual, but nothing too serious. Most people just commented on it saying that it looks cool.
"Ryan," I say to him while we sit on the couch. "Are you feeling the same way every night, or is that just me?" Ryan looks over at me.
"Eh," he says. "I think it's you. I mean, do I feel kinda bad right now? Yes, but probably not as bad as you right now." I give him an annoyed look. "What? I'm just being honest with you."
"I'm going to bed," I say while getting up from the couch. "Good night." I walk upstairs to my bedroom and sit on the edge of my bed.
You need to calm down, I say in my head. Just calm your happy ass down and maybe you'll feel a bit better. From your past experiences, you already learned that getting worked up only makes situations like this worse. I sigh and lay on my back spread eagle.
You'd probably be able to get more relaxed if it wasn't so damn hot in here, I say to myself in my head. My brain tells my limbs to move to turn on the fan, but my limbs respond slowly. I lazily get up and turn on the ceiling fan to medium. I then rest on my bed and enjoy the cool air that the ceiling fan produces. Yea, this is much better.
I'm actually relaxing for once at night, but my joy doesn't last forever. Unfortunately. I get that damned squirming feeling in my stomach. Of course, since I was enjoying myself, I ignore it. Screw it, I'm done. I can't help but let out a small groan as the pain becomes worse and worse by the millisecond.
"Hey, Jack," I say while answering the phone.
"Hey, Mark!" He says with his enthusiastic, Irish accented voice. "I think I have somethin' that can help with your transformin'! My gran left me an old spell book before she passed and I found somethin' that might work!"
"Cool," I say. "Uh, to do the spell, does it have to be in person?" Jack doesn't answer immediately, probably reading what the book says.
"Uh," he says probably still reading but just letting me know that he's still there. "It says that it's a verbal spell. In other words, I can read it to ya over the phone and it'll work."
"Ok," I say with a shrug. "I'm ready when you are then." I sit down on my bed and cross my legs, ignoring the pain as best as I possibly can. I listen as Jack says words that are probably some accident language or something. I would show you, but to me, it sounds like this.
"Shenfjsndb fndjwnfnfjdjf rhdjwnfnfjdnndhfskjf," Jack says...I guess. I have no idea what's he's saying. I then feel the tingling stop in most places once Jack reaches the end.
"How ya feelin'?" He asks once he's done. "Does anything feel different?" I wait a bit and move my focus to how my insides feel.
"Actually," I say. "I don't feel as squirmy as I just was. It might've worked... whatever it is you did."
"Cool!" Jack says. "Well, I better let ya sleep then. Cause I know there's an eight-hour difference, and it's currently live in the mornin' over here."
"Ok, talk to you later then," I say. "I'll let you know if I notice something, alright?"
"Okie Dokie!" He says. We then end the call. My teeth are still pointy, but other than that, everything's fine. Except for that fucking terrible pain in my tailbone.
"Fuck," I growl as I rub my hand over my tailbone. I shrug it off and lay in my bed. I usually don't go to bed this early, but I don't have much work to do and I'm tired.
***shut the hell up, Mark is sleeping here***
I wake up to an uncomfortable feeling near my ass. I grunt without opening my eyes and shift my position. I then feel something touch my leg and I flinch.
"Mmmm fuck me," I groan wearily, my eyes still closed. Eventually, after rolling around in bed for about an hour, I have to get up because I need to pee, and I'm hungry. I grunt before getting my lazy ass out of bed and heading to the bathroom, my eyes half-closed. I do my business and wipe the film of oil off of my face before heading down to get some breakfast. I then see a note.
Mark,
Matt and I headed out to tend to some business, we will be back soon. If you catch the house on fire, I'm gonna beat your ass into the ground.
Kiss my ass,
Matt and Ryan
I can't help but smile a bit at my goofy friends. I make my breakfast and eat it. I then notice something that bent the wrong way when I sat down. I then look back. Oh, it's only my tail. WAIT FOR A SECOND!!! MY TAIL?!?! I take a deep breath.
Ok, what the fucking fuck? I thought to myself. My mind reaches for answers, and Jack's little magic trick pops into my head. Hm. Well, this is sort of ok. At least I can still record without people seeing it. I head up after breakfast and record while I'm alone.
I do a few games and edit them and upload them to YouTube. I then pull my tail onto my lap the best I can and observe it. It looks more like a rat tail, to be honest. Just imagine a wolf's tail, but without the fur. Yea, it's just an ugly rat tail. It's about 32 inches long. It has a light amount of hair on your arms, but not that noticeable. I move it and mess with it like a cat messing with string.
I have to admit, I thought to myself. I never expected to be able to move an actual tail that's really real! This is pretty cool!
I actually have to wear my pants uncomfortably low enough for my tail to stick over the lip of my boxers. Yea, I don't always were pants when I record. It's not like you can really see whether I'm wearing pants or not. Don't worry, I don't record without a pair of boxers or pants on.
'Hey, Jack,' I type. 'I know, it's probably late afternoon or nighttime over in Ireland, but nothing much has changed. I just have a rat tail. I still have my pointy teeth, but everything's been fine.
'Cool!' He replies. Does that man ever sleep? 'I was just finishing recording on a video. How's it feel to have a rat tail, eh?'
'Kinda cool actually,' I type back. 'I've never really had a tail in the situation I am. It's different. Well, I'll let you sleep.'
"If you even do," I mumble to myself as I send the message. Jack says good morning to me and I say good night to him. I walk down to the den and sit on the couch. I unconsciously mess with my tail with my hands as I stare out the window. This is gonna be hard to explain to Matt and Ryan. I then get a strong urge to howl.
Dammit, Mark! I think to myself. Not now. Fuck. You don't need this now. It's daytime and it'll be weird if people hear you. I growl as I fight the urge to do it and I actually jerk a bit with concentration, but it's hard as hell. I then press like three pillows to my face and howl in them. I finally get done and catch my breath since I can't breathe while my face is shoved in a pillow.
"I hate that," I grumble to myself. If things go on with me having those strong urges, then it's gonna be a long day.
Author's Note
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