The Beast I Have Become

Chapter 34

        It's Jack.
        How? I thought I thought of us all that he'd have the most control over his wolf! How the hell did this happen?
        I get a surge of strength and shove him off. He flies back and smashed a table. Shit. I liked that table, too. Anyway, I immediately jump up and pin Jack to the floor. Jacks eyes are a bright green.
        "Jack," I say, my voice strained with effort, "snap out of it! I thought you were the one with the most control!"
        Jack continues his snarls and growls. I just pin him down the best I can over his flailing limbs. Or at least trying to flail his limbs. I try to make eye contact with him, but he continues his little fight. Jack has a good amount of energy usually, so it's gonna take a while for him to drain out all of his energy. I'm not waiting all night for this.
        "Jack!" I say forcefully through clenched teeth. "Dammit! Get yourself together!" I pin his arms down with mine and grab him under his head to keep it still. If someone were to look behind me, they'd probably have no idea what the fuck is going one. I'm basically laying on him at this point with my legs holding down his and my chest touching his. Go ahead. Yell 'Septiplier away!' if you must. It's now what you think it is. Trust me.
        "Look at me!" I growl. "Look. At. Me."
        Jack stops his flailing and his bright green eyes bore into my dark yellow-tinted brown ones. I stare into him like I'm trying to stare into his soul, hoping that eye contact or one of these werewolf movie tricks will work. Usually, it's the dude's crush, ice, or girlfriend who usually turns them back. But Jack is currently single.
        Dammit, Mark thinks! I thought frantically to myself. Just keep eye contact and say his name. Say it calmly and friendly.
        "Jack," I say calmly, "it's me, Mark. Jack, please stop flailing and go back to normal. Jack, please. For me."
        Jack's tense muscles relax under me and the green in his eyes becomes fainter. I relax my hold but remain alert. Jack's facial expression shows sorrow and I gave him the same look in return.
        "Mark?" Jack says wearily. "Mark, I'm so sorry. I probably should've told you how I was feeling earlier, but I did not want to worry anyone especially since we were having such a good time. Uh, you can get off of me now. You're kinda heavy."
        "Oh sorry," I say with a chuckle of relief, "I'm just glad to see that you're not going to kill me."
        We stand up and straighten ourselves out. As gay as that might've looked, it was either that or probably get injured. Jack and I decide to save the whole discussion for tomorrow. Jack then comes in for a big, best friend hug. I hug him back and give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. We break apart and head upstairs for bed.

We wake up the next morning and discuss. Ryan and Matt heard it, but we're half asleep and just ended up falling asleep again. I can kinda imagine. When bros hang out with bros it can be tiring.
        "I was feeling a bit odd," Jack starts, "and I'm not so sure why I was feeling that way. I felt like I shoulda said something, but we were all having such a good time that I didn't want to ruin it."
        "We would've been fine with it," Ryan says.
        "Yeah," Matt follows, "that's something that's kinda serious. Or could end up serious."
        "Yeah, Jack," I reply. "You kinda tried to rip my balls off last night."
        "Ya," he replies, "sorry 'bout that, Mark. Your balls are too small to chop off though." He adds with a playful smile. Does he want to bring up the dick insults? Game on!
        "Well," I say, "yours is so small that when you were born, they didn't know if you were a boy. They thought you were a girl!"
        "You got that off the internet!" Matt says.
        "Alls fair in dick insults," I reply with a sly smile.
        "Well," Jack says, "on the bright side, nobody knows when you have an erection. Your penis is too tiny to see through your pants."
        "And how would you know that?" I ask. "Only a man who's seen down there would know."
        "Oh I've seen things, Mark," Jack says with a sly smile. No homo, but guys have to dick around everyday right? Not trying to be a stereotype on dudes though.
        "So have I, Jack," I say with a super deep, creepy voice. The three widen their eyes a bit and we all laugh. Ya ya. Go ahead, yell Septiplier away. I know you are.
        Anyway, we all enjoy some coffee (Jack having like, five cups [I forgot how much he loves coffee]). We update some things on social media to assure fans that we aren't dead. Jack and I decide to do a video together since he's here. We go upstairs and look for a game to play. We play some random ass game and joke and laugh about dumb shit as usual. We play loud (that is not a joke for the Internet to laugh about) and laugh loud. I'm sure half of California can hear us.
        "Mark you suck!" Jack says loudly while laughing.
        "Oh no!" I say while laughing. "You're the one who's sucking here, Jack!"
        "Coming from the one who's died at least fifty times," Jack says while waving his hand at the monitor.
        "And you've died," I pause and look, "twice..."
        "Ha!" Jack says. "Who's the loser now?!"
        "Shut up before I shove that damned controller up to your ass," I say while playfully indicating to the controller in his hands.
        "I don't think that's possible," Jack says.
        "I'll make it possible," I say with my deep, creepy voice. We laugh it off and continue with the game. The controls are kinda hard, ok? If you think I'm that bad, then you can go and fuck yourself. Just a joke, guys.
        Anyway, we play and stop after a while and leave it for Matt to edit later. We head downstairs and continue laughing about some bullshit joke.
After everything settled down, the day just seems to come to an end. It gets dark and we get ready for bed. The Fantastic Four go to bed and we dream about stuff.

Authors Note
Sorry, guys. I'm starting to run out of ideas for this story. I'll try to end it soon and start publishing another one. I'll try not to bore you guys.