Ryan and I jump off the couch and run down to the basement, but Mark was too fast and shot right through the door, turning it to splinters. He somehow managed to break the chains around his neck and he ran out through the window and into the darkness.
Ryan and I are staring out the window, our mouths agape. Ryan pulls the blinds on the window and we get our asses out that door.
"Fucking Hell!" I reply with shock. "What the fuck was that?! What fuck?!" We look around for mark in the woods where he ran off to. We stop in a small opening and listen for any signs of Mark, our senses a bit keener. We hear and growl and look around for him.
"Mark?" Ryan calls out. "Mark, get your ass out here! I mean, come on! What the fuck?!" This time, it's a snarl. Mark slowly walks out from a nearby bush, his ears flat, pointy teeth bared, and his tail flicking with aggression.
"Mark," I say. "Dude, snap out of it!" Mark turns his piercing, dark yellow eyes my way. He continues to show me his fangs. He appears bigger in a way, I'm not sure if it's just me or because his fur bristles. If Mark takes a good slash at either one of us, he's most likely gonna use all of his strength and he can probably rip our whole damn arm off. And that's probably just with one slash. Ryan gives a bearish growl. Mark snarls before grimacing as the pain seems to appear in his head.
"Mark?" Ryan asks, now kinda forgetting about his defensive act. "Mark? Are you ok?" Mark opens his eyes and looks at Ryan, a new kind of evil in his eyes. The color isn't any different, but he has a new kinda bloodlust his in eyes. Almost like he actually wants to watch us suffer. His head twitches a bit as he slowly takes a few steps forward. My adrenaline starts to pump and I can feel my demonic unicorn coming forth and making some feature different. That's one of my triggers. The strong sense of danger. Especially when danger is looking at me with the eyes of Death himself.
"Oh dammit," I say while seeing the way Mark is looking at us. Mark crouches down a bit, his teeth showing and ears flat against his skull. Ryan and I don't dare take our eyes off of our new opponent, but I know we're thinking the same thing: he's getting ready to pounce. Ryan gets in a defensive stance and I get in a defensive/ready-to-run stance. My forehead is being pierced with stabbing knives as my defense shoots up rapidly. I wince and press my hand to my head, but still, squinting out to keep my eyes on Mark.
"Nrgh," I grunt as the pain worsens, this time pressing two hands to my head. I glance up at Mark as I try to push the pain aside, but it only gets worse. Mark stares me down and growls. He must think that I'm doing this on purpose.
"Matt, what the fuck are you doing?!" Ryan asks, seeing that Mark is just itching to pounce.
"I-I can't I-I-I jus-jus-just c-can't...nrrrgh!" I say, my stutter is so dramatic that it's ridiculous. I fall to my knees, my body burning like crazy. I look up and snarl in pain as my horn starts to agonizingly poke through my head. I think this is the day my animal chose. I'm not sure what it is, but I think my Hellish unicorn hates Marks wolf.
***
I growl and stare into his demonic red eyes. His fur continues to spread and he twitches his ears and flicks his irritably. Ryan stares us down and gives us a warning sign not to even think about it. Matt notices Ryan's death stare but continues to give me the stink eye. Matt has his head positioned at a low angle, his pointy horn tip pointing my way. His horn is like a matte black color, to be honest.
I growl and bare my teeth, my ears flat against my skull. I pounce, making a beeline straight for Matt. Matt points his horny horn right for me and as stupid as I am in human form I am in wolf form, I get a stab to my chest with that damned horn. I cry out and automatically scramble to get his horn unstuck from my chest. Matt didn't seem to think this through either because he's shaking his head to get his horn unstuck from my chest.
"What the fuck?!" Ryan yells as he tries to separate us. "I thought I- dammit you two!" He separates us and Matt seems to get control over himself because he starts to turn back. I look around and see the sun start to rise and the moon starts to set and I feel my body start to turn back.
I wake up, not having remembered anything from last night. I stretch and sigh in happiness to see that I have my human body back. I scratch and try to stand. Yes, I said 'try'. I stand up and fall to my knees, not being used to standing back on two legs already. I stand, using a tree this time to keep my balance.
"What happened?" I ask once I regain my balance.
"You lost your mind and jumped out of the window," Matt says.
"I didn't break it, did I?" I ask with a small grimace.
"Yes," Ryan says. "Yes, you did. You shattered the window." I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. I didn't really want to worry about having to fix anything. It could've been worse though. I could've killed someone...
"Dammit," I say. "Welp! That's enough excitement for me. Let's get home and rest and then deal with the damned window later." We all head back and rest and j take a nap. Transforming really drains people of energy.
I wake up and stretch. I'm not trying to sound like a broken record, but it really is nice being back in my human body. Speaking of humans, I need to record something. I need to wake up first though.
"You look happy to be back to your human self," Ryan points out.
"Like hell I am," I reply. "It feels so good to be partially normal again. At least look normal on the outside."
"Yea," Matt says, "you had a rough night last night. We almost go into a full out fight. If it wasn't for Ryan, we probably would've gone to the death."
"Was I seriously that aggressive last night?" I asked. "I mean, I have your scents down. I should know, even in wolf form, that you guys aren't my enemies."
"I don't know, man," Ryan says. "Maybe your wolf just has trust issues."
I cough and pain explodes in the right side of my chest and I cry out and my hands go to the pain. I cough again and a bit of blood comes out. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and gasp for air.
"What...the fuck?" I say in between pained breaths.
"Uh yeah," Matt starts, "about that. When you pounced at me, I had my horn pointed your way and I ended up stabbing you. Sorry about that. Again, if it wasn't for Ryan, you probably would've bled to death."
"It hurts," I groan.
"Yea," Ryan starts, "you might've punctured a lung. That horn went pretty deep."
"Is it serious?!" I ask, now a little panicked that I could be internally bleeding."
Ryan and Matt look at each other. Hey avert their gaze to me and I give them a look, my hand still clutching my chest.
"Well," Matt says, "you should be healing. It shouldn't have punctured anything majorly severe." I straighten myself out and raise my eyebrow.
"Yea, Matt," I say sarcastically, "my oxygen level totally doesn't matter. I can live without breathing."
"If you want to get it checked out then we can do that," Ryan says, "but you aren't going by yourself. If yours internally bleeding, then it won't be a good idea for you to go by yourself."
"Ok," I say, "we can go to the doctor, but let's do it tomorrow. Let's see if it heals. If I don't get any better, then you guys can take me to the doctor or hospital."
The day flies by like a motherfucker, but on the brighter side of things, I haven't had the symptoms of transforming. Maybe that spell Jack did actually worked. I don't want to get my hopes up only to be wrong though.
'Hey,' I type to Jack, 'I think the spell might've worked. I don't have any feeling of transforming tonight. Maybe after going through all of that bullshit might've paid off.'
'Well,' Jack replies, 'I'm not entirely sure what the spell was supposed to do. It just says in the book that it's supposed to help with werewolf transformations. To be honest, it doesn't give much detail.'
So he was doing a spell on me when he doesn't even know what it does? A defensive voice snarls. For all you know, it could've killed you! What if the author thought that the best way to help a werewolf was to end its misery and let it drop dead?!
Ok, I think to myself, Jack may have almost put you on your death bed, but even so, he probably has a spell that can reverse it or bring people back. Also, he was just trying to help me out. I'm not going to rage out in him.
Though anger is boiling just beneath the surface of my skin, I keep myself from threatening to kill Jack. He was only trying to help. He's a great friend.
'It's fine,' I reply. 'You were only trying to help. I'm going to bed. Goodnight. Or good morning for you. I don't even fucking know anymore.'
I set my phone down and get up. I rub my eyes. I have a bad headache. I groan and set my glasses down on the bathroom counter. I splash water on my hands and rubs my wet hands over my face. I put my glasses on and run my fingers through my hair. I stop in mid-finger comb when I see my reflection. It's something that hasn't happened in a long time.
I see the black, misty-like shadow of the wolf surround my human form, my eyes starting to turn dark yellow.
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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...
