Pretty Odd ; NCT Dream

02

Mark tapped his feet against the carpeted floor rapidly, nerves rushing all throughout his body as he waited for the door to the headteacher's office to open and to call him in. After the night of the full moon, he and his family had a long discussion about what was best for Mark in this situation. His mother was out ruled with the votes, wanting Mark to stay at home where she could watch over him. While she appreciated that yes, going to that school would more likely than not improve his control and urges, but she wanted to keep an eye on him, claiming that he was safer where his parents could protect him. However, Mark managed to convince his mother to let him go and with a break down from her and a promise to always contact them, she agreed.

When they arrived at the school, she was reluctant to let Mark go. She kept whining about how she would be losing her only baby until Mark told her that as soon as he got to his assigned room, he would phone her. Eventually, she walked into the reception, gave his name and she finally left (after giving him a bone-crushing hug might I add, and this was coming from a werewolf.)

The weeks leading up to that moment had been dreadful for Mark. After the full moon, he had woken up in someone's back garden with a half ate rabbit in front of him. Thank goodness the owners of the house weren't there, otherwise they would've woken up to hear Mark's screaming at five am. When he trotted back home in shame, his parents were stood there with pitiful expressions. Turns out, Mark had broken out of the chains, dented the metal pole he had been chained to, knocked down the basement door and left. The mountain ash that was sprinkled along the doorway was long gone after his mother had ran out of the room after giving him the letter, accidentally breaking the line.

His parents had done as Mark told them to, his father grabbed the shotgun and shot Mark in his side. Instead of them running away, Mark was the one to whimper and limp out of the house before they could cause him any more harm, towards the forest as always. Once his parents enlightened him on what happened, he immediately felt his sides to find that there was nothing but a scar from the bullet. Mark had picked it out with his claws, otherwise he couldn't heal and would most likely have bled out.

After that night, the shifting started to happen much more often now. The slightest thing got him riled up, he started acting hostile towards his parents and was overall gaining a bad attitude. Not only that, the nerves of starting a new school with all these other monsters and humans was a frightening thought. When Mark was turned into a werewolf and found out that there were other supernatural creatures out there, he couldn't even begin to think about how many other types of monsters there were until he finally decided to look it up.

There were the most common ones, vampires, werewolves, ghosts and such, but there had been many that Mark had never even heard of or had no knowledge about. Like, what in the world was an imp? And what was the difference between a faery and a pixie? Weren't they the same thing? Mark had been living a lie his entire life. He was also 90% sure that he saw someone with octopus tentacles walk through the door and past the room that Mark was sitting in. Mark shuddered as his first immediate thought after that was hentai.

Many monsters and humans had walked passed the reception office, all seemed to be different in their own unique way. Even the pack of wolves that walked past were all distinctively different in some way. One of the wolves had stopped at the doorway to raise his eyebrow at Mark before smiling brightly at him and giving him a light wave. Mark could only guess it was because they were the same kind.

He shifted awkwardly in his seat, trying to find himself a comfortable position. He felt like all eyes were watching him carefully (and no, it wasn't because of the jar of eyes on the counter opposite him) and examining his every move. Ever since he entered the building, it was as though someone's eyes were burning into his back of his head. Mark gulped and wiped away the sweat forming on his forehead, maybe he was just imaging things. After all, his nerves would usually get the best of him.