Lunar Clock

~Chapter 8: Not Human~

DPOV

Just like that weird person -that was apparently my human subconscious- said, I indeed had another practice run. Chloe was still there, sitting in the mud, pretending that it didn't bother her. She could be a load of bull sometimes, thinking that I didn't notice, but I could smell her, her mind recoiling back from fear. She noticed me watching her, which I didn't even realise I was doing until she came at me with a laugh asking why I was staring. I looked away, asking myself the same question.

She huffed with a smile, then stood up and dusted herself off the best she could.

"Come on; before you fall asleep again let's get you to an actual bed." She held out her hand to me, and for some strange reason I held back before accepting it. Was that okay?

We walked in silence for the most part, I just couldn't help it as my eyes looked her over as she tried her best to wipe off the mud that was obviously not coming off but that she insisted would come off if you wiped hard enough. She was pretty much all covered, no thanks to me, which she explained dived-bombed her into the mud when I collapsed. This made me laugh quietly a little bit, not the fact that I knocked her over, but at the face she made as she tried to get the filth off and try to cheer me up at the same time. I did feel sorry for her, but it wasn't like I was not as worse for wear either, I was caked in the stuff too.

Quickly we sneaked back inside the house, and after helping Chloe through the pitch black dark back to her room, I made my way to mine, and let's say the rest was history, 'cause I went out like a light!

When I woke up, I felt like a rain cloud had been lifted from off of me. I noticed that my mood had been gradually lightening lately, but this was different...like a hundred times different! I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I realized that I was still coated in now dried dirt but it didn't even fizz me, I just got up and laughed it off. Me, laugh something off? What was going on with me?

I ran myself under a nice warm shower and hummed the song that Chloe got stuck in my head from a while back. Then something strange happened, I...felt a rush go down from my throat. I got a little shaky for a second, but then as soon as I stepped out of the shower it stopped. That's when it hit me!

I kept in my room and missed breakfast, even when Simon came in and told me to come eat I insisted I wasn't hungry and he and everyone else left it at that.

I was becoming less human, that's what that person in my head said. But, could that of just been a dream? I think I will ask Andrew about it later.

I was lying in my room for about half of the day, waiting... or hoping that nothing was going to happen, that that stupid dream was only a dream, that I was being worried about nothing. I felt an itch on the side of my neck and I sat up and scratched it, then I smelt the horrible scent of feet and looked down. To my complete and utter horror, I realised that I was scratching myself with my foot, like a...

I sat up some more and sort of stiffened my limbs; that did not just happen it couldn't of! Legs aren't meant to bend that way, that is, if you're human... which I'm not .I laid myself back down on the bed, that didn't prove anything, so what, I found out that I am a little bit flexible, this wasn't a sign. A whimper of annoyance rose up from my throat, this was nothing... it had to be.

At some point I must have fallen asleep because when I woke, Andrew was against the wall, terrified. I was being deafened by a loud gnarling sound, but I had no idea where it was coming from, I shook my head trying to help wake up my senses, but by then Andrew was on the floor.

He fainted.

I jumped up onto my feet, and tried to snap him out of it. The gnarling stopped immediately, I looked around trying to figure out where it came from, but when I saw nothing that could have possibly done it, the hair on the back of my neck rose. There was no denying it... it must have been me, I gathered my head in my hands, I was panicking; what was I going to do when he came to? I looked down upon Andrew's pale face, he was gaining conciseness finally, but I stepped back some so he wouldn't see me at first. I scared him in my sleep, when he came in; my body must have shot up and began acting on its own to defend me. He probably thought I was going to kill him, because that's what I truly am; I got up and hid in the corner of the room... a monster.

He never actually woke up; he just mumbled something incomprehensible then laid back down, now sleeping. I decided that I was better off leaving the room; I sat in the hallway for a moment, trying to figure all this stuff out.

My mind wandered on about the dumb little things that seemed out of sorts that happened to me today, then it went on to what happened to Andrew again... his face, the exact same expression as the boy I threw against the wall.

...Never to walk again...

Thunder howled in the distance, lightning unmasked her features as she stood awkwardly down the hall.

...Never to stand again...

She came closer, her hand held out as she tried to call my name.

...Never to live a normal life...

She was about to place it on my shoulder when I heard a roar, it could of been the roar of thunder... or something I produced, I wasn't completely sure. I just saw her eyes flash with fear and my body diving. What was I doing? I saw her coming closer, no- that was me closing in on her. What was I doing...? I could feel my jaws' opening up... my heart was pounding... I couldn't control my body... I tasted blood.

"CHLOE!"