The three struggle and drag me somewhere as my body shifts and changes. I cry out the whole time until they finally drop me. I fall to my knees and wrap my arms around my changing body. My teeth sharpen, my back pops and cracks, and my bones shift.
"Mark," Jack calls over my screams, "control it! Don't let it control you! You're the alpha here, not it!"
"I've always been the alpha, Jack," I snarl with my dark yellow eyes. "I'm the alpha. I'm truly just a wolf trapped under human skin." I walk out to the three and cock my head and show them my teeth.
"Mark," Jack snarls, "I know you're in there! Just, Goddammit, control yourself!" I come back for a second and whine. "Mark, just get your shit together. Concentrate, man."
"I can't," I say sadly before losing my humanity once more.
***
I wake up on the cold cement floor, my body sore. I then sneeze and notice a powder ring surrounding me. I look up and see Jack. Once he notices that I'm awake, he starts a chant. As he chants, I get a very uncomfortable squirming feeling in my chest. I push it away, but it only gets stronger. I eventually end up on my knees, clutching my chest where the squirming is, my breathing fast and sharp.
"Grrr," I growl as my pants turn to growls. I then look up at him, bloodlust starting to run through me. Jack gives me a cautious glance but continues his chant. The squirming then turns to cries of pain.
"Mark," Matt says a bit worried, Ryan by his side. Jack continues the chant, not letting anything distract him.
"Stop it!" I cry. "Please! Stop! Stop!" I continue to snarl and growl as foaming spit flies from my mouth. I try to jump through the powder circle, but it's seriously like it is in movies. It made an invisible boundary. It's almost like I hit an invisible wall. I then claw at it and slide down to my knees as more pain overcomes me. Suddenly, a very very very very very bad feeling comes over me. I get the feeling like I'm literally being ripped in half. The ghostly wolf becomes darker as pain rakes my body in so many unexplainable ways. Then, the black ghostly form separates from me and flies around the little invisible dome I was trapped in (apparently I'm not now since its separated from me). I'm on my hands and knees, my body close to collapsing. I pant as the pain slowly ceases, the ghostly black form flying around like crazy. I then start coughing and in the process coughing up a lot more blood than a human should. I probably look way paler than a half Korean should, because Ryan and Matt take a step closer, but don't come too close to the powder circle.
"Is he going to be ok?" Ryan asks once Jack finishes the chant.
"I don't know," Jack replies, "the book said that the results would not be pretty, but it said that the victim won't die."
"I don't know," Matt says, "but Mark isn't looking so hot right now. He looks half dead." I shakily try to get up, but my muscles are too week to support my own body. My breaths are now are shaky and weak.
"Mark," Jack says, "don't try to get up. You're too shaky. If you fall on that barrier, then that ghost thing will be able to get out. We can't risk anything."
Jack then flips some pages before starting a chant again, the ghost this time flying around more violently. Ya know? I'm just now noticing how this werewolf story turned into a completely crazy and unrealistic fantasy.
Anyway, back to the story.
The ghost flies around crazily as Jack's chant becomes louder and louder. The ghost releases the highest of screeches ever. A screech at frequencies only dogs can hear, which, unfortunately, I'm basically an oversized dog. My eardrums just about pop as I press my hands to my ears as the screech continues to echo through the ghost has already vanished.
All fours of us sit there, our ears ringing. We let the ringing die away (that took ten whole minutes) and we just head upstairs and sit down and let our heads wrapped around what just happened.
"Thanks for helping me with that, Jack," I reply. "Even though I just about tried to kill you or whatever I did while I was out of my senses."
"Anytime, lad," Jack replies with a small smile. "I just came right away when Matt and Ryan told me about what was happening. I just felt like I had to be here and be an extra pair of hands, ya know?"
"Well," Ryan says, "Matt and I are glad you came because you know way more about this stuff than either of us. Especially with Mark, because he's way stronger than the two of us together, but with you and your knowledge it makes things easier."
"Well," Jack says with a smile, "I'm just glad I can help."
After that long affair, we all went out for some dinner. Since Jack was here, we might as well have some fun, right? Hey! Stop the fan fiction people! Not at kind of fun!
Anyway, we all went out for dinner and just ate. Nothing big or fancy, but something simple. As we are, we talked a bit about what needs to be done.
"You should be fine now, Mark," he says with a reassuring smile. "I banished whatever the hell that thing was for wherever it came from. You shouldn't have any more troubles with that, but we have to keep that wolf in check. Your wolf seems a little too strong. It makes you unstable."
"Jack, can you keep it down?" Matt says while looking around a bit. "Someone's gonna overhear us and think that we're crazy or someone's gonna get suspicious."
"Sorry," Jack says a little more quietly. "You know I'm a loud talker."
"Well," Ryan says, "try harder then."
"Anyway," I say, getting back to the subject, "what do I need to do to keep from losing all control over myself?"
"Just concentrate and don't let small things piss you off," Jack says simply. "It won't be easy, but if you actually put some effort into it, then you will be able to control it, even if it's just a little."
"Great," I replied playfully, "now my Irish friend is giving me homework. I thought I was over homework now!"
"Nope!" Jack says while joining in. "I'm your new AP teacher now! HOMEWORK FOR LIFE, BABY!"
We all laugh and pay and leave the restaurant. We hop in the car, all of us feeling like normal human beings for once in what feels like a long time.
Nothing can ruin this moment! Or so that's what I thought. I get a squirming feeling that makes me falter during my laugh. I try not to make it too noticeable, but kinda pretend that my laugh is just dying away. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the car becomes very heavy, and all become silent, even the outside noise it seems.
"Well," I reply awkwardly, "it got awfully... quiet."
Nobody else responds and things just become more awkward. We saw at least ten policemen drive by and literally FIVE ambulances, sirens blaring and lights flashing. We all look as far as we could see before glancing around at each other.
"What the fuck was that all about?" Jack asked. "Damn. You Americans must really know how to fuck shit up."
I know, the comment may sound harsh, but if you could hear the tone of his voice, you'd know that he's just messing around. No hard feelings to you super patriotic Americans out there.
"Sure can," I reply, trying to lighten the mood. "We fuck anything up. Some of us are fuck ups from the start. Like me for example."
We all kinda laugh, but the atmosphere stays heavy and only becomes heavier. We eventually get back to my place and we all enter in silence. We all go to our rooms and close the doors, not wanting to really be bothered at the moment. I don't know what's going on, but I have a bad feeling about this. I just hope nothing bad will come out of this like I think it will. I feel pain and start to worry a bit. When I feel pain, it usually doesn't end up being a good thing.
We all go to bed in silence, not even saying our goodnights to each other. I can't really sleep and just end up rolling around in my bed really. I roll around, every position not being as comfortable as they usually are.
Seriously, what's going on with us? I ask myself. Even Jack was actings a bit off. Everything was pretty normal until the whole atmosphere changed. It then got all... eh.
I have the feeling of something being wrong. I get my lazy ass up and head downstairs for a refreshing glass of water. A refreshing glass of water to help clear my aching head at least. As I blindly find my way downstairs (I didn't put my glasses on and it's dark) I feel my way to the fridge. As I pour my water into a cup, I hear something. My ears perk up (not literally) as I listen closely to see if I can hear the noise again. I stop pouring and take a sip from my glass, trying to look like I haven't noticed in case that person or thing is watching me. I lean against the counter and sip from my glass, trying to look as casual as possible. I then hear a growl. Shit. What now.
"Who's there?" I growl. I get no answer, but I notice a shadow in the living room. Who the hell is that? I can't get a scent. I cautiously set my glass down and look into the darkness.
Shit, I thought to myself, don't tell me this is some foreign jackass coming to nibble me giblets.
"I said," I growl, "who goes there?" I then let my eyes go dark yellow and search the darkness. Apparently that little (or big) shit saw me because I get an assload of fuzz ball and claws in my face. I get snarls in my face and a handful of sharp claws. I can't tell what the thing is, but it has the smart idea to somehow block my eyesight. I flail and throw claws and flail my limbs like crazy. Like my life depends on it. Which I'm sure it does.
I then hit a scent, and it was the person I actually least expected.
Authors Note
Hey guys! I'm kinda rushing this update. It seems like my time becomes more and more squished, even for summer. Wish my luck that my parents will get over this stupid phase with these four-hour restrictions. It pisses me off. 😩😡
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