Shifter Freak

This is dedicated to Noor Hassan, for showing me what can be done.

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Okay, so accidentally killing someone isn't the best way to start the new year. But I can (probably) make do with what I've got: nothing.

I tugged at my too-short black miniskirt. The stupid thing shrunk in the wash. Even the back of my sweater was longer than the annoying apparel. At least my boots covered some of my calves; they were almost knee lenth, and made a pleasant sound as I pressed my way through the throng of kids heading to their next class.

Then again, I didn't have to press hard; most of the people I passed took an almost involuntary step away from me. No one liked a man-slaughterer. It really wasn't much of my fault.

My art class was taking a trip to the Museum of Art. When the rest of the class was boarding the bus, some of us ditched. We ran over to the park. A girl I knew, Kate Sedi, was hanging out with me, since neither of us knew many of the people who went with us. We climbed this rugged hill, made mostly out of rock and moss, and trekked up to a small cliff. It was about forty feet high. The height scared me into unconsiousness.

Kate's crusher was taking a video of us. Apparently, when I fainted, I fell on Kate, causing both of us to plummet to death... Well, her, not me.

I was in critical condition at the hospital for a couple weeks. Poor Kate died on contact with the ground.

The creepy part is, when Jon, Kate's crusher, showed me the video tentatively, it demonstrated a flash of bright light when we toppled off of the cliff, and a fuzzy orb of darkness where my body should have been...

The point is, if you are capable of killing someone, the kids at Lincoln high pretty much try to avoid you.

I tugged at my miniskirt again before popping my locker open unceremoniously. My locker was painted black by yours truly. Before I killed Kate, people said it was too dark inside my locker to even see, although I almost had no clue what they were talking about. I had near-perfect night-vision, and vision in general.

I huffed as I shoved my books into what may be called a locker. They wouldn't fit all the way. I sucked in my breath and pressed harder. Thankfully, the books squeezed in between the others, pressing tight against eachother.

"Having trouble, freak?"

I squealed mentally.

My shoulders slumped down a bit and my head drooped.

"So not in the mood, Lucy."

Lucy: Blonde Barbie Brittney Spears Wannabe; B.B.B.S.W. Also the queen bee, and happens to be my worst enemy.

"I don't care, freak."

I turned around slowly, trying to control my anger.

"Look, Lucy. I killed someone once, and I will definitely do it again. You're just lucky there are witnesses."

Her eyes widened a tiny bit.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Her voice was low, but I didn't dare let my guard down.

I stepped forward menacingly. With my voice low, I whispered:

"Like hell I did."

I said it in barely a breath. I felt my lip curl as I almost instinctively revealed my teeth. I heard a low rumbling, and I realised I was growling. It came from the back of my throat like the engine to a brand-new car.

Lucy's eyes opened a bit wider. She cleared her throat uncomfortably.

"Er... Whatever."

She stepped back and walked off, her ballet flats padding softly away. But I didn't care.