Jackson as the wolf had Rosie pinned on the ground. Her clothes were torn and bloodied, blood was smeared all over face and neck, and she was crying. The wolf let out a snarl.
“I know you’re in there, Jackson. Please don’t do this. This isn’t you. Don’t let them change you into this monster.” She pleaded, the tears streaming down her blood caked face.
“Don’t you know, dearest? I am a monster. I am nothing more than a monster. I am no better than they are.”
“Yes, yes. You are, Jackson. Please listen to me.”
“You believe my soul isn’t beyond saving?” Jackson let out a chuckle that really just sounded like a low rumble. “Stupid girl. Don’t you see what I am? Don’t you see what I’ve become!?” He roared.
“This isn’t you. I know you, and I know the boy I fell in love with.”
“That boy,” Jackson spat, “is no longer here.” And with that, Jackson opened his mouth and bit down on her throat and tasted the sweet taste of copper in his mouth.
Jackson awoke with a start and nearly jumped out of the bed. He gasped for air a few times, and tried to gather his wits. He was still human, he was in his own bed in his own house, there was no blood, and Rosie was safe at home. He threw off the covers, and looked to check his alarm. It was nearly 7:00. Desperate to get out of the house, Jackson quickly threw on some clothes and brushed his teeth, not bothering to see what he looked like.
By the time he got to school, he had begin to realize what a horrible idea it was. It was official, Jackson was slowly going insane. He could now hear everything on an intense magnitude, smell everything on an intense magnitude, and his eye sight had been sharpened to the point where he didn’t need to wear his glasses. He had decided he was going to wear them anyways. They were a part of who he was, he wasn’t about to give that up.
Other than his now heightened senses, things were going okay with Carson. Their relationship was still strained, but getting better. The part that bothered Jackson the most was how Carson could be the same and yet different. He was still arrogant, still the center of attention, but now it was like Carson couldn’t get enough of it. People ate Carson’s charm and charisma up.
Carson was still trying to include Jackson, but he refused to talk about anything meaningful. And that was not the way things used to be. Carson was hiding something and Jackson knew it dealt with that night. Jackson was trying to keep Carson at bay, while not cutting him off completely.
School passed without incident. He was slowly beginning to be okay with his newfound “super powers”. As school drew to a close, he could almost feel the excitement in the air. It was indeed Friday the 13th, and the dance was to be held that night. It was all people could talk about, and the closer it got, the more worried Jackson had become.
Finally the time had arrived. He was still in shock that he was even going with Rosie, and couldn’t help but feel sick to his stomach.
“You look so handsome.” His mother said, fiddling with his bowtie. His mother looked really happy tonight. Her eyes were shining a bright blue, brighter then they had been in awhile. Jackson’s mother was very petite. She had a soft heart shaped face, bright blue eyes, brown hair flecked with grey, and a kind smile.
“Will you please relax?” He teased, pulling away from her. She smiled.
“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. You look so much like your father. He would be very proud of you, you know.” She said, her voice growing quiet.
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The Werewolf
مستذئبJackson and Carson have been best friends since they were little boys. The two of them were inseparable until the night they had been bitten. Now Jackson must make a choice. Does he sacrifice his morals and his beliefs for his best friend? Or does h...
