"What the fuck, Mark?!" Ryan asks once I explain the whole situation to him. Ryan puts his hand on his forehead. "Well, the is definitely better than the house burning down."
"So," Matt says while trying to figure this out. "Jack is a wizard." It isn't a question, but he sounds like he isn't entirely sure either.
"I don't think so," I say slowly. "His grandmother might have been a witch or something though. He said his 'gran' left it to him."
"So now you have a tail," Ryan says while looking at my weirdo tail. "It's kinda cool though. It's just..."
"Rat like," I finish. "Yes, so I saw. It's kinda attached to my body, Ryan." Ryan rolls his eyes. I then instinctively put my tail between my legs. "Dammit! Stop staring!" They both avert their eyes in the other direction.
"So," Ryan says while looking at his phone. "It's about lunchtime. What are you guys up for?"
"Steak," I blurt out. "I'm sure you want to fish, berries, or something, Ryan. And then what about you, Matt? Grass or something?" Matt gives me a look.
"Uh, no," he says as if we've been through this before. "Actually as some kind of unicorn from Hell, my appetite is just as regular as it has been. I'll go with whatever. I don't care."
We all head to a restaurant with a bit of everything. Ryan orders some salmon, I order my steak, and Matt orders a smaller steak with a side salad. I knew he'd get some sort of plant or something on his plate. Matt gives me that don't-say-it look. I only give him a small smug smile before focusing on my steak. I had to stop myself from grabbing it with my hands and tear at it with my teeth and remember that I'm a human being and use my fork and knife. Ryan does kinda the same, but he has an excuse for using his hands to separate meat from the bone.
My tail you may ask? Well, with a little help from Matt and Ryan, I had to uncomfortably tape it to my left thigh and I also had to wear baggy pants so people won't think it's my dick or something. Not that I would mind. I just don't want to distract people. I shift in my chair every now and then as I try my best to get comfortable with my tail taped to my damn leg. I hurriedly eat my steak, enjoying every single juicy bite.
We soon split the bill, leave a tip for our waiter, and leave. As I drive, I notice the stabbing pain in my fingertips. I ignore it and only grip the steering wheel tighter. Once we get home, I go ahead and record some videos for tomorrow. I record probably about four of them. I'll get Matt to edit and help me tomorrow. He's better at editing than me anyway. I sigh and turn off my equipment. I relax in my wheely chair and get observe my fingertips. I bare my nails and look at my hands.
I let out a gruff sigh. "Fuck this damn pain," I groan. I run my fingers through my hair and go to bed. I strip off all of my clothes except for my boxers and get into bed. I set my glasses on my bedside table and lay on my back.
'Hey, Mark. I may not answer when you see this and answer back, but I've been flipping through this old book. And apparently bitten werewolves transform every night. That's just the cycle. It says that it's possible to control it, but it's very hard to do so. I know you might hate what you read, but I wish you luck.' That's what Jack said. I almost threw my phone out my second-story bedroom window. I sigh and let my phone charge. I fall asleep after a bit of rolling around and ignoring the pain in my fingertips.***
I wake up the next morning to find nothing wrong that I can see. My hair all over my body is a smidge thicker, but that's it. In fact, my stubble grew faster than I intended. I sigh as I head to the bathroom to trim up a bit. Once I'm done, I head downstairs.
"Uh, nice claws?" Matt says while sipping his coffee. I look down and find my fingernails to be sharp, pointy, black claws.
"Um," is all I can say at the moment. "Ok, I didn't see this coming. Well, that explains why my fingertips hurt like hell last night. How am I supposed to record like this?"
"Well," Ryan starts. "you don't usually show your hand, right? Only when you do an intro sometimes and then all the time when you do your outro. You should be fine." I shrug it off and though I have four videos from yesterday, I never know when I'll need to use prerecorded videos. I go upstairs and record two videos, hiding my hands as much as I can. I edit some and save it to my computer for later use.
'Hey, Jack. I have claws now. Dammit, it's hard to type. Anyway, I think that spell just slowed the transformation down.' I send the message and set my phone down. I tap my claws on the table as I sit there, resting my head in my other hand.
"So," Ryan says while sitting at the table with my, Matt on the couch. "What's this whole spell all about?"
"I don't know," I reply. "All I know is that so far, the transformation's been slow. I mean, the tail, the claw, it adds up. I just don't know what will be next." I scratch my stubble which is unusually itchy today.
"What do you think will happen next time?" Ryan asks me. I move over to clicking my claws together against one another.
"I don't know," I reply. "It usually depends. Like last night, for example. I felt the pain in my fingertips. Or the night before, I felt a bad pain in my tailbone and the next morning I got this tail."
"Maybe you'll get a snout next time," Matt says from the couch. "Or wolf ears. Or paws."
"Stop, Matt!" I say playfully but firmly. "Damn. Just thinking about that stuff makes my tail quiver. Don't look at it!"
"Well then don't point it out!" Matt says with a smile. "If you point it out on some odd extra body part I'm gonna want to look."
"That didn't sound right, Matt," Ryan said with a small mischievous smile.
"So damn dirty," Matt says from the couch. "You know what I mean. Shit." We all chuckle at our childishness. I scratch my stubble again and scratch my head.
After that, we go our separate ways and record another video. I have a lot of videos for prerecorded, especially nowadays with this werewolf bullshit.
After a while of doing practically nothing all day, it's now time to go to bed. I scratch my stubble and scratch my head again. When I lay down, I scratch my arms and all over my body.
I awake in the morning still a bit sleepy. I kinda had a hard time sleeping since I would wake up every now and then and scratch the shit out of myself. I actually feel a bit hot. I try to throw the blanket off of me when I realize that I don't have the blanket on me. Hey, at least I'm not itchy anymore. I scratch my stubble to find it kinda long again. I shaved yesterday morning. I open my eyes and find my body to be as dark as the hair on my head.
"Fuck," I say groggily. "What the fuck now?" I grab my glasses and put them on only to find my body covering in thick fur. My hair is thick anyway, so it's like having my hair move to the rest of my body. At least my tail looks like a wolf tail now. I lazily get out of bed and head to the bathroom. I don't even wash my face in there is no skin to wash that I can see. I guess I'll have to shampoo my whole body now. If I can get shampoo in my eyes regularly, just imagine with it all over. My hair is still its blueish/purple color, but my head hair is now merged with my new fur coat. I look like fucking Bigfoot.
"Whoa!" Matt says with a playful smile. "I almost took your picture!" Oh I get it, because I look like Bigfoot.
"Yea, yea," I say while rolling my eyes. "Go ahead and get all of your Bigfoot jokes out. Sheesh."
"You're so hairy, that Bigfoot took your picture!" Ryan says while keeping his laugh back. Matt and Ryan both start laughing and I smile. That's a good one.
"Stuff a sock in it, Yogi Bear," I reply with a playful smile. "Go steal a damn picnic basket or whatever it is the hell you do with Boo Boo." We all laugh. I'm not entirely sure about Yogi Bear, that's a super old cartoon that's been around in the sixties or somewhere there.
After we get over my appearance, I go and upload a prerecorded video. Man, these prerecorded videos sure come in handy. I never thought I'd be using them for a situation as bizarre as this though.
Nighttime quickly comes and shoots by like motherfucking lightning. Before I knew it, I'm getting ready for bed, and my ears and somewhere on the top of my head hurt. I end up falling asleep as best I can with that damned ache.***
Bang!
I wake with a start. What the fuck was that? I hear the screams of Ryan. Is he turning? I quickly get my ass out of bed, adrenaline pumping. I call out for him and use my nose to find him. I end up running down a long, seemingly never-ending hallway. I stop at a huge door. His screams come from inside.
"Ryan!" I call out whilst banging my fist on the door. "Dammit! Open the fucking door! Ryan!" I'm not sure what's the matter, but my gut flashes the huge red words 'danger'.
"You're a good friend, Mark," says a deep voice that seems to come from all around. "But you aren't going to save him." I look around, trying to find the source of the voice.
"Who are you?! What are you doing to him?!" I call out to the voice. He chuckles and that seems to vibrate the whole hall.
"He's changing, Mark," his voice booms. "He's changing. Forever." That last word repeats through my head. Forever?
"W-hat do you mean...forever?" I ask, now very worried. A laugh echoes around me and I can't help but give out a low growl.
"I mean just that, little pup," he says mockingly. "He's going to stay a bear for the rest of his life." My survivor instincts now tell me to flee and save my own fur. I purse my lips and stay in place, not wanting to leave my friend behind.
"And you're next..." the voice growls lowly and evilly. Before I can ask about it, I fall to my knees in pain. I then hear a roar from the other side of the door. Ryan's done. He's gonna be a bear forever.
"AAAAAAAAH!!!" I yell as pain rakes over my body. I wrap my arms tightly around my torso as excruciating pain erupts all over my body. Bloody spit drips from my mouth as my teeth become pointy and longer, my nails burn and draw blood as they thicken and sharpen into thick, black claws, my mouth, and nose burn as they stretch out to form a snout. I fall to my side, my spine and ribs cracking in the opposite direction and causing me to yell out even louder. My voice somewhat lowers in octave as my screams turn to howl and snarls. I scratch myself as fur spreads.
The transformation flashes by like streaks of lightning. My screams continue to echo through the hall as I slowly lose my humanity...#PrayForOrlando
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The Beast I Have Become
WerewolfI don't know what happened... I was walking and then this thing comes out of nowhere and sinks its teeth and claws into me. My skin tears and seemily gallons of blood pooled on the forest floor. I knew then that I would die... But life had somethi...