The night was young and dark. A sickle of the moon hung in the sky, the stars muted by the wispy clouds that hung overhead. All was still, the watchmen slowly walking around the perimeters of my town. I wait for him to leave, then silently open my window to the roof. I jump to the ground below, careful not to make a sound. If my parents wake up, things will get bad. My bag is right where it should be, tucked behind the bushes. I grab it and run. Tonight must not be wasted.
As I near the meadow I slow down. Despite the fact that it's thirty miles from home, I'm not even winded. I clock my time. Forty-five minutes and thirty-seven seconds. I smile. A new personal best. But it's time to get moving. I check the area for predators and then, finding none, strip down. The night is cold and I'm starting to shiver. I rub my hands together for warmth, take a deep breath and begin. Black fur begins to shoot from my head and spreads to the rest of my body. My ears move to the top of my head and grow till they become like a cats. Claws shoot from my hands and feet, tail from my tailbone and wings from my back. My senses become sharper and eagerly I taste the air. This form is nocturnal, and sees every movement perfectly. As the transformations complete, I am eager to take to the heavens here, in the dead of night.
The muscles in my legs bunch, and with a powerful spring I am in the air, flapping my wings quickly to stay aloft. I catch an updraft and shoot up so that I am above most of the clouds. No one will see me tonight, I blend in with the blackness. I tilt my wing tip so I soar to the Northwest and towards Moscow.
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Red Darkness (On Hold)
Teen FictionA girl living in Soviet Russia discovers she can change forms at will. The USSR wants to use her for gain, and she goes along with them for a while, but then something changes.
