Shop More Submit  Join Login
About Literature / Hobbyist Premium Member Blake Archibald Indigo SteorraMale/Australia Group :icondragonshadowcouncil: DragonShadowCouncil
 
Recent Activity
Deviant for 2 Years
7 Month Premium Membership
Statistics 136 Deviations 2,074 Comments 9,202 Pageviews

A New Beginning: Surprise Package

Colab between Drakdrake0 :icondarkdrake0: and me :iconshadowfaller:
Based on Surprise Package setting, venture into Timeline 16; 2033. A virus has turned half of humanity into Dragons and carriers of it, while the remaining and unaltered half is vulnerable to it's adverse effect; Blood Thirst.
When worlds collide, Lt. Shane Smith will have his weirdest day ever, and Blake Indigo will find something that has been erased from reality.

Random from Favourites

Which story should I start first? (See comment for Bios) 

50%
5 deviants said Curse and Effect
40%
4 deviants said Rising Sun
10%
1 deviant said God of War
0%
No deviants said Into the Black

Hunter's Moon

To be written and published by Commercial Means:

Welcome to Terra, a world where technology has advanced to the point where interstellar travel is commercially available, where creatures of myth and fantasy exist along side humans and aliens, magic runs wild in the streets, and reaching for the stars is as simple as boarding a ship...

And a place where the flaws of humanity still exist.

It comes to no surprise that people find out werewolves exist. What does is how they became werewolves in the first place, why they were hunted down. And how they were reclaimed their humanity, at the price of their human forms.

Curent Works

Hunter's Moon (Print Novel): In progress
A New Beginning (Web Novel): On Hold
Halcyon (Short Story): On Hold
Volatile Time (Web novel): Stalled, not from lack of ideas.
The Dragon's Daughter: (Web Novel, Mystery) In Progress
The Game (Web Novel, Fantasy, Thriller): In Progress; Stalled
New World: (Web Novel, SciFi, TF)In Progress; Stalled
Digital Distorsions (Web Novel, Digimon Fanfic): In Progress
Legend (Web Novel, TF, Triller): In Progress
Amine (Web Novel, Pokemorph TF): In Progress
Phantom Shadows (Web Novel, Danny Phantom Fanfic): In Progress
Blood Aurora: (Web Novel, TF, Thriller): In Progress
Curse and Effect: (Web Novel, Werewolf): Planing

Activity


Sorry. This little thing came up before class yesterday. But honestly, what are the collective nouns for mythical creatures.
For those of you who don't remember linguistics, a collective noun is a collection of things referred to as a whole, such as a 'Mob of Kangaroos' or a 'Murder of Crows' or a 'School of Fish.' or the one I just picked up, an 'Ambush of Tigers'
So let me propose the question; what is the collective noun for dragons?
I heard somewhere a 'Tyranny of Dragons' but I think that's just stereotypical of the whole Slay the Dragon, Save the Princess thinking. A 'Fight of Dragons' sounds better. A 'Lair of Dragons'? A 'Wing of Dragons'?
Lycans (Werewolves)? Aliuans (Werecats)? Easy ones. I'm sure you can derive them from wolves and cats respectively. Though Griffins are an interesting one. A flock? A cast? A convocation? A cloudier? Pounce? Pride? Bacon dipped in Maple Syrup, dusted with icing sugar and served with waffles and cream? No. I didn't think so either. Besides, I'm out of bacon.
And there's the collective noun for humans. Is there a collective noun for humans? A 'Walk of Humans'? A 'Flock of Humans'? A 'Nation of Humans'? A 'Swam of Humans'? Probably crunchy, best served with tomato sauce? That was unexpected. Honestly, we don't taste so good. Pork but bitter and a hint of guilty pleasure. Or maybe it's just guilt. Or maybe it's a 'Tribe of Humans'? Like monkeys, but less fun sounding.
  • Mood: Stuck
  • Listening to: U2
  • Reading: Minecraft and You: Why everything is Square Shaped
  • Watching: Perception
  • Playing: Minecraft... Running from Creepers
  • Eating: I was just considering that.
  • Drinking: Milk flavoured Coke

Chapter three: Vitiligo

“What do you mean ‘he knew there was going to be an abduction’?” Agent Jones demanded.

“I don’t know. All he told me today was that someone was targeting a boy named Benjamin Reed. The kid you guys were keeping an eye on.” Charlotte explained.

“What’s his source?” Agent Smith demanded next. “We didn’t hear anything.”

“That’s because the chatter hasn’t occurred, and probably never will now.” Charlotte sighed. “Listen. Time travel is pandora’s box. Exactly like Pandora’s Box, containing all the horrors in the universe, and hope. And if you’re not careful, you could run into things are the Archin to Drackkenaor Gladiators to a demonic warlord’s horde of brain dead brutes., plauges from humanity’s far future to giant incests trying to escape the Parmian-Triassic extinction event. I’ve only been going about this for a decade at least and I’ve fairly certain I haven’t seen a tenth of what’s out there. And believe me, almost everything people didn’t think existed, does in some shape or form.”

“What a load of…”  Jones began.

“Look out!” Charlotte yelled. Jones swerved to the right in order to avoid the body that appeared from under the truck. The late model Crown Victoria made a protest of screeching tires but made the sharp turn. “Great. Lunch time and he’s already throwing people out of moving vehicles. It’s going to be one of those days.”  

“He’s stopping.” Smith announced at the white van slowed to a sudden stop.

“I’ll get the driver.” Jones said as the agents and Charlotte exited the car.

“Just don’t shoot him. If I have to pull another bullet out of him, I’m going to get it back to the person who shot it, via their head.” Charlotte threatened the agent, practically growling.

“Yes ma’am.” Jones nodded, noticing the teenage girl loading a silver handgun.

“Stay behind me Mis Wells.” Smith advised the girl as she and the agent approached the van door. Smith yanked it open. “FBI! Get down on the ground now!”

Charlotte made a quick scan of the van’s interior, finding the boy, hoodie removed, leaving him with only a pair of cargo pants and a singlet top, scales covering his arms and a blue tail poking out of his pants leg. There was a huge brute of a man standing over the boy with an empty syringe, wearing a monkey suit and a pair of latex gloves. And the third man, a thin, pale guy, had a hole though his head.

“And number two for the body count.” Charlotte muttered as Smith walked up and handcuffed the man. Charlotte walked up to the reptilian teenager, saw his eyes open, and responsive. She then checked on the third person, just checking if he really was dead. “We need bus. One for a check-up, one for the morgue.” She called out to Smith.

“Hands off!” She heard Blake yell.

“Jones!” Charlotte called out. “That one’s mine.” She told the man. “Thanks for keeping him alive.” She added.

“HE said he was with the CIA.” Jones called back.

“CIA, MI6, KGB, AISO.” Charlotte continued. “Every intelligence agency will say he’s with them because of their reasons.”

“Reasons?” Jones asked as he let Blake go. He walked up to Ben and kneeled.

“Let’s just say, the cold war wouldn't have gone anywhere, even if they tried.” Blake told him. “I have a little black book sitting at home with the launch codes for every nuclear weapon on the planet. Not the original by the way. Changed them in the early eighties.”

“I don’t…”

“You okay Ben?” Blake asked checking for track marks. “Agent! Check our guest’s arms! Look for resent injection marks!”

“Thoughts?” Charlotte asked.

“The hypodermic. It was empty.” Blake explained. “I have a pretty good idea what was in it, but I want to check to make sure. If he injected it into himself… I can just hear Roxanne playing the world’s smallest violin for him.”

“Blake. He’s not alone.” Charlotte pointed out.


It was all a blur after the doors opened and those agents came in. I was disorientated and unfocused, I heard voices talking but I couldn’t understand the words. I saw shapes but I couldn’t make out the faces. Eventually…

“…if I have…to say ab…would be so heartless to experiment on children!” It sounded like… Charlotte. “If Clair was here, she’d… ugh!”

“Charlotte.” The new kid… Nightingale?

“That brute better hope he gets everything that’s coming to him.” Charlotte pushed on with her rant. “Forget devolving into some primal beast, I’ll force him to rip out his own throat. Five minutes Blake. Just give me five minutes.”

“To do what Charlotte? Murder a man in cold blood? Prove that you too can sink to his level?”

“Since when did you start making sense?”

“When I slaughtered an entire building full of mercenaries and genetic experiments and escaped a dying timeline with a Archin Droid on my tail. Stars above only knows how long until it manages to emerge into this time and place… just what the world needs. A homicidal techno-organic organism. What could go wrong?”

“Love the coping mechanism.” Charlotte muttered. “So good, you missed the fact that the victim has now joined us.”

“Someone mixed an anaesthetic with a paralytic. Not well either. Might have caused some nasty side effects.” Blake huffed turing to me. “Welcome back to the waking world Benny-boy. Memory loss and migraines will pass.” He offered a bottle of water he was holding. I took it and took a long drink before handing it back.

“Paramedics have looked you over already.” Charlotte told me. I froze. “Relax. They’re not concerned about your mutation. Shocked, but nothing to be worried about. If anything, it metabolised the compounds quicker. Your scutes are starting to grow in.”

“Huh?” 

“Look under your shirt.” Blake informed me. I pulled it up. There was a void where the blue scales just stopped and where my skin started to lose colour and turned white.

“Great.” I hissed. “Just what I need. More weirdness.” Hissed? Charlotte produced a pocket mirror and handed it to me. I looked into it and poked out my tongue. What I saw made me drop it. A flat, thin forked tongue appeared from behind my lips.

“Breath.” Blake said. “Deep breaths. Don’t Panic.”

“I’m turning into a monster.” I whimpered. “And I’m suppose not to panic.”

“You’re not turning into a monster.” Blake returned. “You just need to be reminded of who you are. I need a car.” From his bag, Blake pulled out two metal spheres. “Subeau Impreza or the Trans Am?” He posed to Charlotte.

“Well, we are in California. Gotta go with the american muscle car with after market iPod interface.” She said as she walked up to me, taking my hand and pulling me out of the van. “What about wolf boy?” She then asked.

“Hospital. Something about needing treatment for ringworm.” Blake answered as we got outside, much to my protest.

“Don’t be such a baby.” Charlotte scolded me as Blake threw the sphere into the air. Somehow, a cobalt blue Impreza appeared where the sphere was suppose to land. 

“Collin Harmon. Know the name?” Blake asked me as various agents, uniformed officers and  CSUs wandered around with some purpose. I rubbed my arms nervously, watching eyes turn and glance in my direction. Some stared. Some only looked for a moment and went back to what ever they were doing after they processed.

“He… He disappeared a few weeks ago.” I answered. “There was a struggle in his room. Police said he was abducted. Parents said he ran away. Joice said some sicko let a wild animal into his room.”

“Gotta love gossip.” Charlotte sighed as she opened the door. “I hate it when he doesn’t listen to me.” I looked inside. I found the seats a strange shape and size, almost like they were designed to support extra appendages, like tails. I climbed in and took a seat. Blake and Charlotte took seats, Blake driving…

“Wait. You’re driving?” I questioned.

“Okay. I’ll take that under advisement.” Blake said. “Jones said they took Harmon to Flint Memorial Hospital. I think it’s time for him to have some visitors.”

“You always did take me to the most romantic places dear.” Charlotte cooed.

“Yeah. Nothing says romantic like werewolves in intensive care.” Blake chuckled. Admittedly, I joined in. First time I laughed since I woke up with claws.


“Agents Blake Steorra and Charlotte Wells.” Blake introduced himself and Charlotte to the desk nurse, showing him a tarot card. “Collin Harmon please.” The nurse typed at his terminal.

“Mr. Harmon is awake. Bullet wound was a though and though. Should wake up any minute now. Room 18B.” Blake nodded and continued down the corridor.

In the corridor, I saw the Harmons, standing outside the door and talking to the agents from earlier. Both parents had expressions of relief but they were trembling with anxiety. In Miss Harmon’s hands was a silver ring. One that Collin always wore.

Blake lead me inside, where a humanoid werewolf lied on the hospital bed, with an IV line in his arm. He began to stir as we watched. He shielded his amber eyes with an arm as he opened them.

“Afternoon sleepyhead.” Blake said. “You look a lot better then when we found you in that van. Wouldn’t be hard when you spent six weeks in the Serra Nevada like a wild animal.”

“What’s it to ya?” Collin growled..

“Just acting like I care I suppose.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“I know. It’s a habit of mine. Interfering when I’m not suppose to. I was told there was a pill for that, but my head’s screwed up enough already. I howl at the moon. I yell out loud to the voices in everyone else's head. My girlfriend tried to kill me and I still love her. You think you’ve got problems?”

For a moment, Collin was silent before he growled. “My parents threw me out. They couldn’t stand the sight of me.” He said. “I couldn’t tell them who I was. My dad nearly beat me senseless with a baseball bat if I hadn’t made it out the window. To them, I was just some wild animal who somehow made it into their house. Why would they… I mean…” I watched as tears welled in his eyes as he asked a question that I’ve been asking myself for some time now.

“Why would they take me in now that I’m… a… a… freak!?”

“Maybe you should ask them yourself.” Blake said, seemingly unaffected by the pain and sadness in Collin’s voice. “They wouldn’t be here if they didn’t have a reason. But why should the reason matter? Question is, are you willing to accept them after what they did to you?”

Blake then lead me outside the room, leaving the former human to debate in his head the question he’s faced with.

“Have you decided to tell them yet?” Blake asked me.

“My family?” I asked. He nodded. “And if they…” My heart twisted in my chest every time I thought about it. But then again, if I don’t tell them soon, how would they know the creature standing in front of them is their son, their brother, and not a mindless reptile?

“Hard to think that the people who we love unconditionally would suddenly hate us for any reason. It happens, I know, and that’s why we sometimes keep secrets from them. Something that we think is so terrible that they’ll never look at us the same way again.”

                                                                   

Behind me, I watched as Collin endured a tearful reunion. Sure, that night will stay with him, right now, it looked like nothing mattered anymore. Not the fur. Not the bruises. Not the scars. Just that he was there. Home. On my way back to mine, I had to ask, “What kind of a name is Collin for a werewolf?”

Chapter two: Whitewashed

“Benjamin Reed! While you are in my class, you will not ware any head ware of any kind.” Mr. Lien yelled. I was still not taking off my hood, less I let the class see my so called skin condition. Not to mention the flattened ears, the pair of horns growing out of my head and thinning hair. It was bad enough that my nose was flattening and widening and my mouth was pushing forward. And there’s the missing teeth. I wish this class would hurry up. The pressure building up at the base of my spine is killing me. The changes were accelerating. Every day, I’m waking up to more scales growing across my skin. Already my back, forearms, shoulders and feet were covered in scales. Every day, I’m watching my humanity disappear, 

“No Mr. Lien.” I protested weakly.

“Then it’s detention Mr Reed.” Mr. Lien told me before waiting for a reason to give me another. I’ve given up trying to defend myself, he’ll only just give me a weeks worth of detentions for talking back. “And another for talking in my class. Now…” He resumed his lecture as I place my head on the desk again, asking myself wither I’ve done something to offend him severely, or if he just disliked me all along.

Before I could answer myself, there was a knock at the door, interrupting Mr. Lien’s lecture. He turned to glare at the creature who dared to interrupt him during his recitation of MacBeth’s lines, only to relax when he saw it was the principal. By her side was a boy.

“Apologies Mr. Lien.” She told the teacher as she stood in front of the room. “Class, I would like to introduce you to a new student. Would you come in young man.”

The class watched as the new kid came into the classroom. Immediately the air seemed to change, like it was charged with a strange, almost supernatural energy. He should have been at least a bit nervous, but he had this confidence about him. Maybe he moved around often. Most of the students observed him with disinterest, just another adolescent stumbling his way though high school. I did notice Charlotte winked at him while chewing on her pencil while the rest of the in crowd didn’t think he was worth their time. Anyone who did look at him saw a kid with skin whiter then snow, eyes as cold and grey as steel, short messy hair, gaunt features that the girls would secretly think was cute, and a pink line on the side of his neck that his collar was trying to hide, a scar of some sort.

The clothes he was wearing was… and odd mix to say the least. He did look the part of a student of a small town public high school. He wore two shirts, the over shirt, a black button up shirt with rolled up sleeves, over a white undershirt, a pair of cargo pants with a camouflage patten,  a pair of strange black sneakers that covered his ankles, and the jewellery, including a bracelet around his right hand, an ankh hanging from his neck by a leather strap, a gold band around his ring finger, a purity ring maybe, and bulky watch around his right wrist. Under his untucked white shirt was a strange device attached to his belt. It didn’t look like a phone, more like a hand held barcode reader. Next to that was a clip that looked designed to hold a round object. It disappeared when the boy straightened his untucked undershirt as he walked over to the sole empty desk, which happened to next to mine. He took a seat, placing his backpack next to the desk and producing a battered silver laptop. It looked like it had seen better days but regardless, it seemed pretty far ahead. Mr. Lien looked at the thing like it was about to bite him but the kid started typing away regardless.

“Act five was it? Just after MacBeth gets the news that his wife committed suicide?” He asked. “She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word? Is there a problem?”

“I don’t allow those to be used in here.” Mr. Lien said firmly. The kid stopped typing.

“I’m sorry but I left my chisel and slab of stone at home. They were too heavy to carry with me.” There was chuckle from the in crowd. “Is it bothering you?”

“Yes.”

“Then get over it.” He stated bluntly as he returned to his typing. “Embrace the future.” The bell rang and everyone else stood up to leave.

“No!” Mr. Lien yelled. He pointed at Blake. “You stay. Everyone else is dismissed.” Everyone then doubled their efforts to leave the classroom, all but me. “You too Mr. Reed.”

“But.”

“You are dismissed Mr. Reed.” Mr. Lien just about yelled at me. I left the room, leaving my bag behind. Even as I fled for my life, I couldn’t shake the feeling that boy was smiling when I left. It was as if he was going enjoy the ensuring chaos.


Thursday. Cafeteria serves mystery meat for lunch Thursday. The real mystery is how the school get away with serving what smells like Dylan Johnson’s gym socks, don’t ask how I know that. Either way, I sit at one of the tables, picking at my food with my fork. I still don’t know how the cafeteria staff get away with poisoning us. Nor did I care. I was just glad I was able to dodge a bullet.

“You sure?” I heard someone say. “Steroids?”

“I figured his brother but Benny? That’s insane.” 

“So’s him growing half a foot in a week. I heard from Jimmy the kid got a blood test.” That had to be Kim Joice, the school’s queen bee, always spreading gossip and lies. “Came out and told him to lay off the steroids.” Kim and her little clone army giggled at my expense.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Jacob walk up, place his tray of food on the table and sit across from me, his eyes betraying him, showing his thoughts of pity and despair. It’s been a week since I told him, and a week since he started watching me turn into something else.

“Still painful?” Jacob asked.

“You have no idea. My feet ache, my tailbone feels like someone’s pulling on it, and my mouth feels like I’ve gotten ten uppercuts to the jaw.” I moaned.

“And the blood tests?” 

“Nothing but abnormally high hormone levels, even for a kid my age.” I answered. “Mom’s worried that I might be developing a stress disorder too. And I still haven’t told them. Dad’s asking questions. It’s a matter of time before he pulls off one of my gloves and finds five white claws. And with the rate this has been going… either I tell them or…”

“Tell them what?” I nearly jumped out of my skin… well, it’s mostly scales now, when my brother spoke up. He’s a big guy, it’s hard to see him sneak up on anyone. “Ben. Does this have anything to do with the doctor’s visit last week?”

“What it to you?” I asked. “It’s not like you cared before.”

“You know Mom’s now worried when she got that call from the clinic. And Dad’s been thinking that he might need to give you… that talk again.”

Jacob found something funny about it, nearly chocking on his potatoes. “That’s going to be an awkward talk.” He managed. I honestly thought traitor at that moment.

“And Tina is flying back from New York.” Jimmy continued. “You have the whole family worried.”

“Why don’t you just tell them the same thing you told Kim?” I growled. “Why not use me as a scapegoat for your own substance addiction!  I’m already half a fre…” I stopped, clamping my mouth shut, taking a deep breath. But on the exhale, something burnt my throat and I started coughing.

“Ben? You okay dude?” I heard Jacob ask as he came up to me, but I had to get out of there, running out of the cafeteria, out into the campus grounds. Anger just swelled and by the time I got back my senses, I couldn’t stop myself from moving. All I could think was getting away before I attacked someone. I collapsed behind a tree, pulling off my hood, thinking I was alone. I then removed one of my gloves, looking at the claws, wondering if the changes weren’t just physical.

What if I really was turning into an animal? What if I my humanity was the last thing to go? Was I putting everyone in danger just being here? What if I lost control?

“You know… You remind me of a friend back home. He was exactly in your situation. Well, he turned into a werewolf. You’re turning into a dragon.” I looked up to see… the new kid? Hanging from a branch of the tree. “Though, good news is, blue is your colour. Excuse me for a moment.”

He fell out of the tree and landed feet first. I turned my head away in a feeble attempt to hide my deformities. “Leave me alone.” I growled.

“Last person I left alone ended up bringing a gun to school one day.” He said, any cheerfulness now gone from his voice. “And eight ended up in wooden boxes. I am not making that mistake again. Besides, you look like someone who needs reminding of who he is.”

“You don’t know who I am.” I told him. “You only just meet me.”

“And already I can tell you a lot about you. Like that scar on the back of your hand. I’m going to go with, tripped on the house steps.” He inhaled before sitting down next to me. “Look at this scar. Even the scales can’t get rid of it. It’s still the same scar. And, no matter what happens, you will be the same person under all those scales. But no one else is going to see that if you can’t see it in yourself. You might be changing, but you’re always changing. We always are changing, all though our lives. Nothing ever stays the same forever. Not even what we are. But that’s okay. We’ve got to keep moving, but we should also reflect on who we used to be.

“I think you’ve been wearing that mask for too long. It’s time to stop hiding from yourself.” He told me as he stood up.

“Nightingale!” I heard Lien yell.

“You tell the man he’s a terrible actor, and he wants your head.” He mumbled. “No one can take constructive criticism anymore. Gotta dash.” He ran off, presumably to avoid the homicidal english teach…

“Ahh!” That’s when I roared in pain as the pressure at the base of my spine decided to intensify. The pressure kept pushing and I felt something sliver down the back of my leg, twitching and flailing in it’s denim binding.

The pain stopped, and it was replaced by the sensation of a new limb that was basically the extension of my spine. I saw it hanging out of my pants leg, a foot and a half longer then my own leg. I tried moving it… and the tip responded with a twitch, startling me. I was caught between awe stuck and freaking out.

“You’re turning into a dragon.” The new kid put bluntly like it was the most natural thing in the world. Maybe he was insane. Too bad it’s the only thing that made any sense.

“Dragon?” I asked myself.

“That’s right kid.” I turned to face the voice, only to feel a sharp pain in the back of my neck, and black out.


I heard voices when I came too. I wasn’t sure if it was even in a language I understood, sounded Eastern European. My head was throbbing, my jaw was killing me but at least the pressure on the base of my spine was gone. I could hear something else too, an engine? And it felt like I was moving. It was confirmed when what ever I was in swerved and lurched but remained on the road.

“Hey! Shit for brains! Where’d you learn to drive?” One of the voice demanded.

“Kraven. Looks like our guest is waking up.” Another voice said. “Better inject him with the serum or old man Silver will have our head. And our payday.”

As I opened my eyes, I began to see a large figure come closer with a syringe. I tried to move, but my limbs wouldn’t respond…

There was a sound of tires screeching, the shadow toppled over as what ever I was in, and he screamed in pain.

“What you playing at?!” The other voice demanded as I heard the sound of metal on metal. “You trying to get us kill…”

There was a gunshot, and then another, and shouting in that weird language and a yell. It felt like we drove over something. Then a word that sound like a curse. I saw the shadow get up, and pull the now empty syringe out of his arm.

“Not how I expected my payday, but this will do.” He muttered as we came to a stop. I heard doors open and light suddenly blind my eyes.

“FBI! Get down on the ground now!” 

Chapter one: Silver Blades and White Fears

The alarm had sounded minutes ago, and already, Miles Silver was afraid of the monster. He knew this kid would come for him eventually, as warned by the man he dealt with. He didn’t know just swift or merciless this kid would strike. Nothing could compare to this kid. Nothing. An army stood in the way, they were reduced to corpus, their blood painting the foyer of his grand building, and their lifeless remains lying on the floor, their faces frozen in an expression of shock, fear and agony as their life was ripped away slowly. The experiments in his building were shown some twisted form of mercy.

One shot.

One kill.

One tear.

One breath to compose himself and to remind himself that they were already dead. He just had the sense to get it over with.

As he made his way though the building, Miles Silver watched the security camera feeds. In various offices and workspaces, people were in pain as the gas that was let into the building twisted their bodies into the experiments Miles was so proud of. They either died mid way, their bodies half covered in scales, feathers or even fur, bones deformed, and claws making their way out of their fingertips while the younger workers stood a better chance at living. If he could call it that. One fortunate enough to survive, passed out on the floor, would wake up to discovering he was a seven foot tall, eagle/lion hybrid. Another had woken up, and with a startled roar that shock the building, had discovered the ruby red scales covering her and a pair of bat wings.

“I was wondering what would happen when he got angry enough.” Miles heard someone talking from behind him. “Beautiful, isn’t it. A destructive force unmated by weapons, nature or magic, coming right for you old man.”

Miles looked up at his ‘Business Partner’ with a look of panic and desperation.

“How do we get rid of him?” Miles asked.

“Get rid of him.” The man returned. “Why would you want to get rid of him? He’s bringing you the very thing you want.”

“You said…”

“I lied.” The man said as he walked around the office. His ‘Business Partner’ was a young and immaculately dressed man, wearing an expensive suit, tie and shoes, short golden brown hair and amber eyes. “So doesn’t matter what I said. You wanted power. It’s now marching it’s way up your building, leaving a trail of broken bodies in his wake. I also said not to get children involved.”

“But…”

“Teenagers were the only viable candidates for the change. Yida yida yida. Meet Blake Archibald Indigo-Steorra. Shadow of Terra, Champion of the Star Fire Fae, the only male descendent of the Queen Titana. You know, Seven hundred and twenty four years has done little to his blood lust by the looks of it.”

“This is bad.”

“I know. Last time he committed mass murder was when he rewrote the timeline completely.” The man chuckled. “I kinda shot his friend though the head, a young werewolf. I wouldn’t say friend, more of a…” The man trailed of. “Oh. Look at the time. Speaking of which, your running out of it. End of time Miles Gardener. Enjoy.” The man vanished into thin air and Miles turned his attention back to the kid. He was in the Server Room now, laptop atop a rack of computers as files downloaded into the notebook’s hard drive.

It wasn’t until he turned to the camera, looking at it with hatred that’s only reserved for slavers, genocidal maniacs and people who abuse those weaker then them just for a sense of satisfaction, or different from them out of fear, hate or anger. His pale face and chestnut hair was splattered with blood. Miles couldn’t see it behind his rebreather, but the look he was giving the camera was like looking at becalmed water, like he was looking at the eye of the storm.

Stories that man told him… The Archin. The seventh roman dynasty. The cult of Kronos…

He watched as the kid left the server room, as the racks exploded with a shower of white sparks. Miles knew where he was heading now. He pulled open his top draw. A revolver sat unloaded in the draw, with six bullets sitting next to it. One by one, he loaded each round into the chamber. He just needed to bide his time for the solution to take.

The door opened. The black coated figure of the kid took a step into Miles’ office, blood splattered over his clothes and face. He pulled off his rebreather and placed it into one of the large pockets of his duster. The moment Miles saw the whites of his eyes, he fired. Bullet after bullet, not even aiming. When the chambers were empty, he looked up. The kid was still standing, and the bullets were at his feet, like the hit a steal wall.

“Five years you’ve been doing this.” The kid said spitefully. “How many kids… how many lives have you torn apart trying to cheat death? It ends here Miles Silver.”

Regardless of the situation he found himself in, Miles couldn’t help but smile as he noticed his fingertips blackening. It was starting.

Then there was a flash from behind him. Something appered out of thin air.

“Ah hell.”

The last thing Miles felt was a blade going though his chest. The last thing he heard was ‘Organic matter detected. The organic contagion will be exterminated.’ The last thing he saw was the kid, once confident, turned and ran.


Five Years Earlier…


Every time I close my eyes, I fell like I’m flying. Every time I dream, I fell like I’m soaring though the air, nothing between me and the ground below, above and beyond the troubles that bothered me when I was grounded.

“Benjamin Reed!”

That’s until I wake up and find myself needing to face real life.

“Am I boring you Ben?” Miss. Shaw asked as I lifted my head from my desk. “I know this isn’t exciting for you Ben but please at least look like your paying attention.”

“Yes Miss.” I moaned, not even sure the short, middle aged teacher even heard me as he returned to her talk on Newton’s laws of physics.

My name Ben Reed. When I was eight, I used to dream of flying. Soaring though the sky, wind in my face. The ultimate expression of freedom, so I was told. I thought I might join the air force, train to be a pilot, but somehow, someone had a different plan to give me my wish. I didn’t know it yet, but I was about to get my wings.

The bell rang and most of the class got up…

“Wait.” Miss. Shaw called out. “Page Fifty nine of your textbook. Answer questions one to seven and ten to sixteen by friday. Enjoy lunch.”

I packed up my books and writing utensils, headed for the door, only to be stopped by a hand.

“Dude. We need to talk.” I sighed. I knew this had to come, sooner or later.

Jacob was my best friend since kindergarden. We practically shared each other’s interests. Gaming, baseball… 

“Yes?” I moaned, frustrated.

“You alright man?” Jacob asked.

“Yeah.”

“Because you’re wearing gloves.” Jacob pointed out. “Gardening gloves. You plan on doing some…”

“My hands were co…”

“You’re hands are cold constantly?” He asked before I could finish. “Even in a room that’s at Standard Lab Conditions, including a seventy seven degree constant.”

Did I mention that he reads mystery novels?

“Jacob. Just don’t…” I pushed past him. He didn’t think it strange since I had detention that day.

I felt isolated. It’s difficult to come up with an excuse for wearing gloves in the first place. Around school. Around the house. Around town. I said I felt cold, but who knows how long that will last, considering it’s South California, six weeks after summer. It didn’t last much longer then half a day for my best friend.

That half hour of silence gave me a chance at least to think at least, before I’d have to face Jacob again. There wasn’t any excuse I could think of. By the time the half bell rang, I was dismissed from detention. That’s when I ran into her.

Actuarially ran into her.

“Yah!” I caught her before she fell flat on the floor, glad for the thick leather gloves.

“Sorry.” I said quickly as I helped her back up.

“That’s okay.” She said. “I shouldn’t have been running anyway but Miss Green needed those copies. Hey. I remember you. Your in my music class. Ben wasn’t it.”

“Yeah.” I couldn’t believe it. Cynthia White, the girl who I was looking for an excuse to talk to was actuarially talking to me.

“It was an amazing composition you did last week. You’ve been playing the guitar long?”

“About four years.” I answered scratching the back of my head. Or as best I could with a glove on. “My parents got me into it when they thought I had trouble focusing.”

“You’re really good.”

“Cynthia!” Called Charlotte, her Australian exchange student friend. “Are you coming or what?”

“Sorry!” Cynthia called back. “I gotta go.” She said before turning towards the office. “It was nice to meet you.”

“You too.” I said as she ran off. I slapped myself. “You too? Could you sound anymore lame?”

“It’s better then some of the good byes I’ve gotten.” I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard her voice. I turned to see Charlotte Wells standing behind me.

“Sne…”

“It’s fun to sneak up on people.” Charlotte said. “You should probably tell your friend. I mean, I have a friend that tells me all his secrets. Who else can you trust if not your best friend?”

“Wh…”

“You know what I’m talking about.” Charlotte interrupted as she walked away, throwing her red scarf over her shoulder. “You’ve got physical education today.” She reminded me. “You know what that means?”

Unfortunately, I did.


Walking into the locker rooms, my nose was assaulted by stale sweat and foul smelling air. Jacob was already wearing his PE clothes, orange shirt and a pair of grey shorts. I was aware of what Charlotte was trying to tell me. I have to tell him. If for nothing else, to maintain my own sanity. I walked up to him and pulled him outside.

“You going to tell me what’s going on dude?” Jacob asked.

“It’s… I don’t know what’s going on.” I told him. “I just woke up this morning, my sheets torn up, and…” I didn’t know how to explain it. I quickly took off my shoe. He gasped at what he saw. Next was a glove, to show him that it wasn’t just my toes. 

“It started this morning?” Jacob asked. I just needed as I looked down at my feet. Sapphire blue scales gleaming in the afternoon sun, starting from the ivory claw tipping my toes and making it half way down my foot, like my little toe which now migrated down the side of my foot. My hands weren’t much better. Blue scales covered the back of my hands, down to my wrists. Each finger was tipped by an ivory claw. I then looked back to Jacob who was still looking at my new features in wordless shock.

“This is not possible.”

“You’re telling me.” I moaned.

“Do your parents know?”

“No!” I snapped. “Mom would just worry herself to death over these alone. And Tina hates reptiles. What to you think will happen when she finds out that her little brother is turning into one?”

“I can see your point.” Jacob said looking away as the door opened again. I quickly stuffed my hand in my pocket and hoped no one was looking at my feet.

“…she turned me down.” moaned Dylan Johnson, the school’s star quarterback.

“Harsh man.” replied Jimmy, my brother and Dylan’s tail, and the team’s middle line backer. “I mean, why would she turn you down?”

“Don’t know. But one thing for sure. Charlotte Wells will be mine.” They walked past us without so much as a hello. Any other time, I’d feel hurt, but right now, just relieved. “Just you wait!”

“We need to get you out of gym.” Jacob pointed out.  “There’s oil of ipecac in my bag. Don’t ask. I think together we can fake food poisoning. Even Coach Craft knows not to question the meatloaf.”

I was not liking where this was going. Turned out I needed to look convincing. Unfortunately, I looked too convicting and a sentence Coach Craft uttered stuck with me as Jacob walked me to the sickbay.

“Andrew. Take him to the nurse. He really doesn’t look too well. A bit green around the gills.” Craft told Jacob, writing out a note to excuse us both. Not until I saw it in the mirror. A blue discolouration appearing around my ears, not to mention a pair of lumps on my head.

“What the hell is happening to me?” I asked no one in particular.

Changing Times: Ch 1
Ch 2: shadowfaller.deviantart.com/ar…

In which we meet Ben Reed, Freshmen student now going though a rough time. Enjoy.
Loading...

“Benjamin Reed! While you are in my class, you will not ware any head ware of any kind.” Mr. Lien yelled. I was still not taking off my hood, less the let the class see my so called skin condition. Not to mention the flattened ears, the pair of horns growing out of my head and thinning hair. It was bad enough that my nose was flattening and widening and my mouth was pushing forward. And there’s the missing teeth. I wish this class would hurry up. The pressure building up at the base of my spine is killing me. The changes were accelerating. Every day, I’m waking up to more scales growing across my skin. Already my back, forearms, shoulders and feet were covered in scales. Every day, I’m watching my humanity disappear, 

“No Mr. Lien.” I protested weakly.

“Then it’s detention Mr Reed.” Mr. Lien told me before waiting for a reason to give me another. I’ve given up trying to defend myself, he’ll only just give me a weeks worth of detentions for talking back. “And another for talking in my class. Now…” He resumed his lecture as I place my head on the desk again, asking myself wither I’ve done something to offend him severely, or if he just disliked me all along.

Before I could answer myself, there was a knock at the door, interrupting Mr. Lien’s lecture. He turned to glare at the creature who dared to interrupt him during his recitation of MacBeth’s lines, only to relax when he saw it was the principal. By her side was a boy.

“Apologies Mr. Lien.” She told the teacher as she stood in front of the room. “Class, I would like to introduce you to a new student. Would you come in young man.”

The class watched as the new kid came into the classroom. Immediately the air seemed to change, like it was charged with a strange, almost supernatural energy. He should have been at least a bit nervous, but he had this confidence about him. Maybe he moved around often. Most of the students observed him with disinterest, just another adolescent stumbling his way though high school. I didn’t notice that one of the in crowd, Charlotte Wells winked at him while chewing on her pencil The rest didn’t think it was worth their time. Anyone who did look at him saw a kid with skin whiter then snow, eyes as cold and grey as steel, short messy hair, gaunt features that the girls would secretly think was cute, and a pink line on the side of his neck that his collar was trying to hide, a scar of some sort.

The clothes he was wearing was… and odd mix to say the least. He did look the part of a student of a small town public high school. He wore two shirts, the over shirt, a black button up shirt with rolled up sleeves, over a white undershirt, a pair of cargo pants with a camouflage patten,  a pair of strange black sneakers that covered his ankles, and the jewellery, including a bracelet around his right hand, an ankh hanging from his neck by a leather strap, a gold band around his ring finger, a purity ring maybe, and bulky watch around his right wrist. Under his untucked white shirt was a strange device attached to his belt. It didn’t look like a phone, more like a hand held barcode reader. Next to that was a clip that looked designed to hold a round object. It disappeared when the boy straightened his untucked undershirt as he walked over to the sole empty desk, which happened to next to mine. He took a seat, placing his backpack next to the desk and producing a battered silver laptop. It looked like it had seen better days but regardless, it seemed pretty far ahead. Mr. Lien looked at the thing like it was about to bite him but the kid started typing away regardless.

“Act five was it? Just after MacBeth gets the news that his wife committed suicide?” He asked. “She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word? Is there a problem?”

“I don’t allow those to be used in here.” Mr. Lien said firmly. The kid stopped typing.

“I’m sorry but I left my chisel and slab of stone at home. They were too heavy to carry with me.” There was chuckle from the in crowd. “Is it bothering you?”

“Yes.”

“Then get over it.” He stated bluntly as he returned to his typing. “Embrace the future.” The bell rang and everyone else stood up to leave.

“No!” Mr. Lien yelled. He pointed at Blake. “You stay. Everyone else is dismissed.” Everyone then doubled their efforts to leave the classroom, all but me. “You too Mr. Reed.”

“But.”

“You are dismissed Mr. Reed.” Mr. Lien just about yelled at me. I left the room, leaving my bag behind. Even as I fled for my life, I couldn’t shake the feeling that boy was smiling when I left. It was as if he was going enjoy the ensuring chaos.

Changing Times: Sample Scene
A slow Dragon Transformation story I have rattling around. Here's a trailer.
Loading...

deviantID

Shadowfaller
Blake Archibald Indigo Steorra
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
Australia
Species: Caucasian Human/Sun Elf Hybrid with Fire Fae and Rose Vampire Heritage.
Occupation: Time Traveler/Commonwealth Agent(Interminstery Office of Special Projects)
Likes: Karate, Arcane Spellcraft, Rugby, Exotic Worlds, the occasional anti-grav speedway.
Dislikes: People causing the big problems in the worlds, almost always white humans
Current Location: Nightingale Estate, Ashfield, Australia, Terra.
Method of Contact: Though this site, or the fae, Skype or Subspace communications.
Email address: indigo507@yahoo.com.au
Steam Name: ShadowFaller

Favourite Quotes:
"Normal is Relative to Reality."
"I can't see the future, I just work there."
"And here I was, thinking it was going to be another dull decade."
"This is so simple, even a monkey can do it. Guess I better have at it then."
"BA... *Coughs* Ok. I've spent way too much time with dragons."
"BONZI!!!"
"It's one thing to see something inhuman as a monster though ignorance. It's another to do so out of appearance alone."
"I'm convinced stupidity killed the cat. Curiosity was framed."

About me: In short, I'm a Psychopath, and experienced in spy-craft and warfare. My Best friend is a werewolf, my lab partner is an alien, my gym partner is a dragon, and I share my house with two sun elves and a two thousand year old vampire who moonlights as a doctor.
Interests
Sorry. This little thing came up before class yesterday. But honestly, what are the collective nouns for mythical creatures.
For those of you who don't remember linguistics, a collective noun is a collection of things referred to as a whole, such as a 'Mob of Kangaroos' or a 'Murder of Crows' or a 'School of Fish.' or the one I just picked up, an 'Ambush of Tigers'
So let me propose the question; what is the collective noun for dragons?
I heard somewhere a 'Tyranny of Dragons' but I think that's just stereotypical of the whole Slay the Dragon, Save the Princess thinking. A 'Fight of Dragons' sounds better. A 'Lair of Dragons'? A 'Wing of Dragons'?
Lycans (Werewolves)? Aliuans (Werecats)? Easy ones. I'm sure you can derive them from wolves and cats respectively. Though Griffins are an interesting one. A flock? A cast? A convocation? A cloudier? Pounce? Pride? Bacon dipped in Maple Syrup, dusted with icing sugar and served with waffles and cream? No. I didn't think so either. Besides, I'm out of bacon.
And there's the collective noun for humans. Is there a collective noun for humans? A 'Walk of Humans'? A 'Flock of Humans'? A 'Nation of Humans'? A 'Swam of Humans'? Probably crunchy, best served with tomato sauce? That was unexpected. Honestly, we don't taste so good. Pork but bitter and a hint of guilty pleasure. Or maybe it's just guilt. Or maybe it's a 'Tribe of Humans'? Like monkeys, but less fun sounding.
  • Mood: Stuck
  • Listening to: U2
  • Reading: Minecraft and You: Why everything is Square Shaped
  • Watching: Perception
  • Playing: Minecraft... Running from Creepers
  • Eating: I was just considering that.
  • Drinking: Milk flavoured Coke

Groups

Visitors

Shoutbox

Rekalnus:iconrekalnus:
Rawr. Haven't heard from you in a while.... You OK?
Thu Jan 16, 2014, 9:49 AM
DounutCereal:icondounutcereal:
I heard someone say bacon... where's the bacon?
Thu Aug 29, 2013, 3:28 AM
Shadowfaller:iconshadowfaller:
BA... con... Thank the empty heavens no one was around to hear that.
Fri Apr 5, 2013, 1:41 AM
unnamedwolf15:iconunnamedwolf15:
Ahem. I have bacon!
Fri Mar 1, 2013, 6:44 PM
Wolfp3lt:iconwolfp3lt:
I AM SHOUTING LOL
Thu Jan 24, 2013, 4:59 PM
Nobody

Comments


Add a Comment:
 
:icondarkdrake0:
Darkdrake0 Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
hanks for the cake man
Reply
(1 Reply)
:icontanorath-drgn:
Tanorath-drgn Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
thanks for the nice cake heh.
Reply
:iconskyder117:
Skyder117 Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2014  Student Digital Artist
you... sent me cake
...


Thanks! It was delicious ;D
Reply
(1 Reply)
:iconrekalnus:
Rekalnus Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
How are you feeling and doing? Been awhile. Hope UR OK.
Reply
:iconaj-lethal:
AJ-Lethal Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
tnx for the Christmas gift!
Reply
Add a Comment: