(Fantasy)
I woke with a pounding head and a throbbing shoulder. A bright light was shining in my eyes so I couldn't see anything. “What happened?”
“You were shot.”
“Shot?” I couldn't see anyone. Suddenly, the light snapped off and the room was thrown into shadows. Rubbing my eyes, I saw that I was in some sort of operating room. “Yes, shot. Brett and Dalla brought you here, said I was the only one that could save you so I did the only thing I could.” I was drawing a blank, what was it Dylan could do? An image came into my mind. It was a stack of files, one flashing after another. It all came flooding back. “Wait, what exactly did you do?” He smiled. “Just a little experimenting. After years of tests, I think I've finally perfected the process. You we're out for three days.”
“Three days!” What would my mom think.
“Oh, and don't worry. I told your mother that you were picked for a free trip to New York.”
“She wouldn't believe that.”
“Coming from me she would. She will believe anything I tell her.” I flash of pure evil lit up his eyes for a second. “She's awake!” Dalla burst into the room, followed closely by Brett. “Dalla! Brett! I'm so happy to see you two. What happened? The fight I mean.”
“Well, after you were shot the hunters ran off.”
“Like the cowards they are.” Brett added. Dylan was in the other room, so I asked them the question that was bouncing around in my head. “Did he really, you know, do the blood thing?” They shared a sad look.
“It was the only thing that could save you. You would have died.” I sighed, that’s what I had been dreading. “So now I'm a...” Dalla nodded. A tear made it's way down my cheek. “Don't cry, it's not all that bad.” Dalla gave me a hug, being careful of my bad shoulder. “How does the whole shifting thing work? Does it hurt?” I was a mess of emotions. Scared, excited, worried. “We'll talk about it later, right now you need to recover.” Brett said. “Come on Dalla. Let the girl rest.” She gave me one final hug before exiting out the door they had come in. I leaned back on the bed/table and closed my eyes.
Two days later, I was released from the lab. Brett picked me up and drove me home. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired, freaked out, you name it.” He laughed.
“It took me a while to adjust too. Or at least that's what I've been told, I don't remember a lot about my beginning.” When he got to the turn to my house, he turned left instead of right. “Brett, this isn't the way to my house.”
“I know.”
“Well where are you taking me.”
“You'll see.” He didn't say anything else the whole drive.
When we finally got to our destitution, I saw it was a small place in the woods. “Where are we?”
“This is where we hang out when we're human.” We walked in to find three people. One was Dalla, one was Thaddeus and the other was a kid with brown hair and bright green eyes. “Thaddeus!” I wrapped my arms around him.
“Hello Julie. I see you lived through the transfusion.”
“Hold still.” Dalla was in the process of wrapping gauze around his middle. “If you wouldn't move so much, we wouldn't have to change these so often. Arrow, can you pass me the clips.” The kid, Arrow, tossed two clips to her. I sat in the chair beside Thaddeus. “So, how do I shift?”
“When you want to shift into your wolf form, just release your inner wolf. It should be simple for you since you were always close to wolves.”
“Sounds simple enough- wait what? What do you mean, I've always been close to wolves?”
“Julie, we might as well tell you. When you were little, you were one of the volunteers that received the treatment. You showed no signs of the transformation so they assumed that it hadn't worked. You have always had wolf blood running through your veins.”
I gasped, but then recalled one file I had read:
March 3, 1998
3 year old has been given blood treatment. No signs of symptoms.
March 14, 1998
No sign of success or failure. Treatment shows no affect to young subjects.
That file was my file! “Why would my parents let them do that to me?”
“You're parents were poor and Dylan offer money. They couldn't say no, they were desperate.” Tears were streaming down my face. “Can I ever go back?”
“You can but you would have to be careful.” Brett told me. I thought about my mom, and Sophie. “If being here, away from them is safer, then I'll stay.”
That was when my life as Julie, the animal loving, guitar playing, school attending normal human ended and my new life as Julie the Shape-shifter began.
I woke with a pounding head and a throbbing shoulder. A bright light was shining in my eyes so I couldn't see anything. “What happened?”
“You were shot.”
“Shot?” I couldn't see anyone. Suddenly, the light snapped off and the room was thrown into shadows. Rubbing my eyes, I saw that I was in some sort of operating room. “Yes, shot. Brett and Dalla brought you here, said I was the only one that could save you so I did the only thing I could.” I was drawing a blank, what was it Dylan could do? An image came into my mind. It was a stack of files, one flashing after another. It all came flooding back. “Wait, what exactly did you do?” He smiled. “Just a little experimenting. After years of tests, I think I've finally perfected the process. You we're out for three days.”
“Three days!” What would my mom think.
“Oh, and don't worry. I told your mother that you were picked for a free trip to New York.”
“She wouldn't believe that.”
“Coming from me she would. She will believe anything I tell her.” I flash of pure evil lit up his eyes for a second. “She's awake!” Dalla burst into the room, followed closely by Brett. “Dalla! Brett! I'm so happy to see you two. What happened? The fight I mean.”
“Well, after you were shot the hunters ran off.”
“Like the cowards they are.” Brett added. Dylan was in the other room, so I asked them the question that was bouncing around in my head. “Did he really, you know, do the blood thing?” They shared a sad look.
“It was the only thing that could save you. You would have died.” I sighed, that’s what I had been dreading. “So now I'm a...” Dalla nodded. A tear made it's way down my cheek. “Don't cry, it's not all that bad.” Dalla gave me a hug, being careful of my bad shoulder. “How does the whole shifting thing work? Does it hurt?” I was a mess of emotions. Scared, excited, worried. “We'll talk about it later, right now you need to recover.” Brett said. “Come on Dalla. Let the girl rest.” She gave me one final hug before exiting out the door they had come in. I leaned back on the bed/table and closed my eyes.
Two days later, I was released from the lab. Brett picked me up and drove me home. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired, freaked out, you name it.” He laughed.
“It took me a while to adjust too. Or at least that's what I've been told, I don't remember a lot about my beginning.” When he got to the turn to my house, he turned left instead of right. “Brett, this isn't the way to my house.”
“I know.”
“Well where are you taking me.”
“You'll see.” He didn't say anything else the whole drive.
When we finally got to our destitution, I saw it was a small place in the woods. “Where are we?”
“This is where we hang out when we're human.” We walked in to find three people. One was Dalla, one was Thaddeus and the other was a kid with brown hair and bright green eyes. “Thaddeus!” I wrapped my arms around him.
“Hello Julie. I see you lived through the transfusion.”
“Hold still.” Dalla was in the process of wrapping gauze around his middle. “If you wouldn't move so much, we wouldn't have to change these so often. Arrow, can you pass me the clips.” The kid, Arrow, tossed two clips to her. I sat in the chair beside Thaddeus. “So, how do I shift?”
“When you want to shift into your wolf form, just release your inner wolf. It should be simple for you since you were always close to wolves.”
“Sounds simple enough- wait what? What do you mean, I've always been close to wolves?”
“Julie, we might as well tell you. When you were little, you were one of the volunteers that received the treatment. You showed no signs of the transformation so they assumed that it hadn't worked. You have always had wolf blood running through your veins.”
I gasped, but then recalled one file I had read:
March 3, 1998
3 year old has been given blood treatment. No signs of symptoms.
March 14, 1998
No sign of success or failure. Treatment shows no affect to young subjects.
That file was my file! “Why would my parents let them do that to me?”
“You're parents were poor and Dylan offer money. They couldn't say no, they were desperate.” Tears were streaming down my face. “Can I ever go back?”
“You can but you would have to be careful.” Brett told me. I thought about my mom, and Sophie. “If being here, away from them is safer, then I'll stay.”
That was when my life as Julie, the animal loving, guitar playing, school attending normal human ended and my new life as Julie the Shape-shifter began.
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store next door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say Sheep Vampires Rock on them. Yeah, I love the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with sheep that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into sheep vampires that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of Coke left from an year ago shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or you shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, or things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if you die from laughter, or possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I love Harry Potter
Or was it Apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I love Harry Potter
Or was it Apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!