Animal Impulses

The top three terrible Scarvs

Chapter 3.

It was with an overwhelming sense of joy that I saw my Scarv for the first time. It all fell into place and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was the best reflection of me I could have hoped for. It took into account my best, most significant parts and my flaws in equal measure. There was no softening of any personality flaws and no exaggeration of my successes – It was me in all of my glory and pain.

Even morphed Dr Stone must have noticed my pleased expression as I heard him chuckle silently to himself. Although his voice seemed much louder for some reason, like he was speaking through a microphone. I realized with a start it must be the new ears and their heightened sense of sound.

I looked back at the mirror. A wolf looked back at me. It was beautiful (even if I do say so myself), its ears perked and alert, its coat a glossy white (which struck me as strange as wolves are normally grey but hey I wasn't about to complain) and piercing blue eyes. I looked for a solid 3 minutes at my eyes, they were similar to mine except the colour seemed exaggerated, making them appear more alive. Overall I was relieved and excited about my transformation and I adored my new Scarv.

Before long I started to feel that strange sensation again in my stomach and before long I was back to my ordinary self. However after the transformation my long blonde hair seemed more vibrant and my pale skin clearer. The whole experience was rather overwhelming. Dr Stone helped me to my feet and congratulated me on my Scarv before handing me a booklet of all the information I would need for my Scarv including the best job choices and mates for my personality along with much more. The booklet looked more like a dictionary to me and weighed about as much as well, but I was glad to have it and I was surprisingly looking forward to reading it to find out as much as I could about my Scarv.

After 5 minutes of a short check up to make sure my blood pressure was normal and eyes were dilating properly etc. I was sent on my way. I quickly thanked Dr Stone and ruched back down the white corridor that no longer seemed as threatening, before rushing over to my brother (who looked just about ready to die of boredom in the waiting room).

"A wolf, I'm a wolf!" I exclaimed after hugging him as hard as I could.

"Congrats Madds, see I told you would be fine! And damn your Scarv makes my otter seem really insignificant, so thanks sis" He congratulated, poking me in the ribs.

"C'mon then! Let's go home, I can't wait to tell mum and dad!"

"Alright come on then."

We swiftly left the waiting room, but as we headed towards the exit door of the centre I saw something that made me freeze. Coming down a corridor on the opposite side form the way we had come from, there was a good figured dark haired boy in black jeans and a skull t-shirt being dragged away by two security guards.

"No come on please, anything but that!! Let me take the test again I swear my Scarv can't be that" He was screaming and struggling so I couldn't see his face but he seemed to be crying, clearly distraught about what his Scarv was. See in our society there are certain Scarvs that no-one wants, because it limits significantly what you can do in life and some are so bad they even cause people to stop talking to the person in question. Examples of these Scarvs are: snakes, these are considered the worst as they reflect mercilessness, spiders are also a terrible Scarv to have, the final of the top three worst is a fox, who is considered to reflect cunning and a backstabbing nature. Having one of the top three terrible Scarvs almost guaranteed that you would never be able to work with children in any way, so any teaching is out of the question along with instructors and coaches. In addition to this the top three terrible were only legally to have one child, with the exception of twins or triplets etc. Also mates are very rare as nobody wants to date someone with an evil nature.

By the boys struggles I fear he may have a Scarv like one of those and I really feel sorry for him. He was escorted out the door by the two guards followed by another lady in a white lab coat who had his booklet under her arm.

I was curious to continue watching to see what happened to the boy, and I was seriously considering comforting him, when my brother nudged me towards the door in order to head home. Feeling guilty I turned my back to the scene and walked with my brother out the door. All the way home Simon wouldn't stop congratulating me but my ecstatic mood had dissolved and all I could wonder was: who was the good-looking boy whose life had just been turned upside down? And would I ever see him again?