TWO

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  My eyes hurt from staring at the creature in front of me. If I only had a knife, I would've used all my strength to kill the foul creature. I keep my breaths quiet in hopes that maybe it'll forget I'm here. I stare and stare, waiting.

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  The faint sound of birds touches my ears and my eyes  blink open. How long have I been asleep? When did I fall asleep? A small sliver of light is visible about maybe twelve feet away. So I am in a cave. My mouth is dry, and I stick my tongue out to lick my cracked lips. My eyes wander and I see that the walls of my prison are a dark grey, looking as if they're damp. I look down at my ankle only to find that a patch of new skin is in the place of the ugly torn flesh I had felt before.

  I'm changing, I realize. A small burning still resides though not as uncomfortable. A pounding in my head starts and I gasp. I groan as I feel my head suddenly start throbbing in pain. I hold my head in my hands, my bloody matted hair in my fingers. What is happening to me?

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