(Story origin: this short story is based off a reading I read about Deuce growing up, so I figured why not write one about Holt?) ( This has minor bad language and vivid description) (there is also a little Jackson in this:2 lines)
Of Age
"Mom...Dad! Come here quickly!" (Holt had waken up aching all over, and he swore he had a fever; even though it's not possible for fire elementals to get them, and is this smoke coming out of his nose?) "Honey what's wrong? You have your father and I worried sick." (His mother had shaken him from his thoughts, she was wearing her PJ's and had her glasses on... AKA... Jackson's mother, yet still his? She had a worried face on, and wright behind her was his...or there father; also in his bedroom attire.) "Yeah son, are you alrig-" (He stopped in mid-sentence, looking at Holt's smoking nose, then to his wife; who then nodded; causing a confused Holt getting slightly heated, which did not help with his fever) "What?! Tell me what's going on!" (That got their attention...good, Holt thought, somehow though it just made them look more worried.) "Holt, (His dad started) how do you feel?" *Snort of smoke* (Where to begin?) "Well, (He started) my body aches everywhere, there's smoke coming out of my noise like a bull, and I have a FEVER! Last time I checked fire elementals don't get fevers!" (His father smirked, what is going on?) "Just as your mother and I thought, your going thru "growing pains", sadly from the fire elemental side and the Hyde side, and possibly the Jekyll?" ("Well, this is just great, three for the price of one."{"Don't be to sure Holt... Ah... I have the Jekyll, yet, you still have the worst of it...for once."} "Don't get cocky on me! I am in no mood! Woah, I'm always in a good mood... strange?") "Your mother will call you in sick for a few days, for now Holt, please take it easy?" *Another snort of smoke* "Not promising anything." (Is his dad smirking again?) "Will see." *Door closes* (Three words: What- The- Fuck.)
Holt's- or Jackson's parents stayed home to make sure Holt felt comfortable, even though half the time it was no use. Off and on one minute he would be sociable the next angry, not to mention the grimacing; why did he hurt?! And where? Later on in the evening, Frankie came over.
*Knocking on front door*
"Oh! Frankie, please come in" "Thanks Mrs. J, I brought Jackson/Holt's homework" "Frankie your to kind, though you will probably will get yelled at, right now Jackson's not "home" right now; if you catch my drift." "Well, if anyone, I get Holt; plus I heard at school he's (their) not feeling good. How is he (they)?" (Jackson's/Holt's mother frowned) "Why don't I let him (them) tell you."
Frankie slowly entered Jackson's/Holt's room, which was Jared just a crack for air to come in; a good thing to, because it was like a sauna in there. "Holt?" Frankie quietly whispered. A horrid voice answered back barely heard. "Frankie- Fine, I knew you would come eventually." (Even sitting ups an effort? What's the world coming to?) "Gah!" "Holt!" "I'm fine, trust me." "What do you mean your fine? Look at you! Your in pain." "I SAID I'M Fine!" Holt's voice turned in to a inhuman snarl. He lunged at Frankie, who promptly moved out of the way. Responding as, Holt fell to his knees breathing heavily then collapsing. His body twitching was the last thing he remembered, along with a flash of light around him and... screaming, wait, his screaming?
From Frankie's perspective it looked like Holt was just transforming into Jackson, but no that was not the case. Holt was becoming his more monstrous form, he grew taller, buffer, and his birthmark on his face became larger, his hair grew wilder, and his ears grew pointed. From what Frankie could tell he could also wield fire now.
"Holt? Hello earth to Holt Hyde, anybody home?" ("Why is Frankie calling my name?" {"Oh I don't know, maybe you did something bad... Shocker!"} "I swear point dexter!, this close!") "Holt! Are you even listening!" "Huh? Oh, sorry, hey, why are you looking at me like that. Did you get shorter or-" *Mothers voice/Hyde* "If you looked in a mirror you would understand why." "Oh, hey mo-" (He was taller then his mom! How was that possible... he looked down at himself, eyes wide) "Well this will have to be something to get used to. " (His mother looked him up and down with satisfaction) "Which is exactly why I called you in sick for a week." *Father walks in* "Might want to make it another week, it's going to be awhile while he learns to control his full fledge adult fire elemental powers." " I have what now!" *Mother sakes head* "Oh boy, this is going to be a long week" *All burst into laughter*
