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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.

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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

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I'm not sure if everyone knows about this, but I was told that it made international headlines by the continuous coverage. I just want to get my thoughts down. Yesterday morning, seventeen hostages were taken in a cafe on Martian Place by a lone gunman. This morning, it was... resolved doesn't seem like the best word to use, but here I am using it as I am disheartened by reading that two hostages had to die because of this man's trusted views of Islam.
Katrina Dawson and Tori Johnson, innocent lives, died described as heroes, taken from their loved ones too soon.
I am also equally disheartened, and more disgusted to hear that because of the actions of a few, painting an angry picture against a peaceful religion, and good community. I am also proud to see that a message of unity and tolerance drowned out the anger and hate.
My thoughts, and many others are with the families and friends of those innocents who died that morning, and those who were in feared for their lives because of the actions of this lone man. And I close with this promise;
I will support freedom of religion. I will support those who follow Islam freely. I will not listen to the words of anger, fear or hate. And I will not support terrorism in any form. And I hope that my peers will hold me to this promise.

Anyone depressed by this rant, have a joke that might fix that.

It was a beautiful Monday Morning when I found that I had slept in, and I was late for class. I got dressed, grabbed a bottle of iced coffee, and ran for the bus stop. Only problem was, I took a wrong turn and got lost. Thanks to my trusty iPhone, I found my destination, ran in to the class room. "Sorry sir." I told the teacher. "I slept in, and I got a little lost." I took a seat and the teacher walked up to my table.
"You still are. This is a restaurant."
That explained where my terminal went and why I started writing in my notebook with a fork.
  • Listening to: Avril Lavigne
  • Reading: Horenn League Brochure
  • Watching: Local News (Not much else to watch)
  • Playing: Pokemon Omega Ruby
  • Eating: I'm still considering that.
  • Drinking: Coke flavoured Milk

Jamie wondered if it was possible for them to be breathing though their ears. She didn’t mind the fact that the couple were making out in front of her, in public, but she was concerned that, eventually, one of them was going to pass out from lack of air.

Next to her, she heard Zane snicker. The cause of why came in to view when Glenn’s hand moved up the girl’s arm, carved in thick black fur with hooked claws on the end. Neither occupant was aware of the change, but the rest of the building will be if it continued. And that would not bold well for their contact.

She threw her water over the yellow skinned teenager.

“Hey!” Glenn snapped, now soaking wet.

“Watch your hands.” She hinted. To anyone else listening, they would have thought it was over the boy getting too familiar with the girl. Clair gasped, being the first to see Glenn’s localised transformation.

“Glenn. We really shouldn’t cause a scene.” She rubbed his wrist, hoping to pull his attention to his hands. When he looked, he was shocked, and hid them from sight until he could will them back into human hands.

“Damn. I thought I had that down.” Glenn growled. It had been a while since he took a human form for this long. Back in the commonwealth, he was used identifying himself as a humanoid wolf, even after living most of his life in a human body, he was more comfortable in that form. It took a lot of concentration to stay human.

Jamie herself hadn’t seen Glenn’s human form, apart from illusions during the Lycan Crisis, and some characteristics of his werewolf side had bleed into his human form, the increased muscle mass and tone, the thicker hair and a pair of thick sideburns, amber eyes, but the hair on his arms was surprisingly very fine.

It was a fact that no one at that table was human. Clair was from a planet just over ten light years away from earth. Jamie had come from an alternate dimension where creatures of myth and magic populated the world. Zane might have been the closest, born from an interspecies couple, dragon father, human mother. It was decided before hand that Zane would be a dragon, but several human features made it into his anatomy, plantigrade feet and round pupils for example. However, that made shapeshifting into a human easier.

But there was the absent member of their group. He was human, much to his chagrin. However, his loathing for his own species is drowned out by his determination to prove it’s worth.

Jamie’s concern grew when she noticed that it had been some time since he excused himself. She looked over his food, two slices of ham and pineapple pizza, a serve of garlic bread and a drink in a silver bottle, an unfamiliar brand of soft drink, Vicious Energy Drink, special edition chill flavour. She picked up the bottle to see a tall, red dragon on the side, with smoke rising from it’s nostrils, and flexing it’s arm, causing it’s Biceps Brachii Muscle to inflate with stress. “Unleash the beast within.” She read, then rolled her eyes and muttered something about marketing, before placing the bottle down. “Zane.” She turned to an actual dragon. “Would you go find out what is taking Blake so long.”

He nodded unquestionably, having already finished his meal, the table fell into silence as the remaining three occupants continued to pick at their meals, until something caught Clair’s eye. It was Zane, carrying a very unwell brown haired human boy.

“Stars above!” She yelled. “What in the seven systems happened?!”

“No idea.” Zane growled as Clair ran up to the two, followed by Glenn and Jamie behind. She noticed something on his black overshirt. A liquid with a sour, acidic oder.

“Sick.” She concluded. “We better get him out of here.”

“But the contact?” Zane protested.

“We’ll have to meet her later.” Glenn argued, taking charge. He picked up a napkin, and wrote in an odd script. “Blake should be this ill without a reason. I need to call someone.”

“He’s right. That nanorobotic-immune system can fight off anything.” Clair pointed out. They left the food court, leaving their food on the table. The bottle of Energy Drink was taken from the table.


“When was this?” Clair heard Sarah ask from the other end.

“Five to twenty minutes ago.” She answered. She waited for an answer. Doctor Sarah Jane Nightingale was Blake primary physician, along with the rest of the Indigo Family. She had received the remote feedback from the nano-swarm in his bloodstream.

“Hmmm. This doesn’t look good. It looks like a genetic primer was introduced into his system.” Sarah informed her. “Though the digestive system.”

Clair didn’t have a responce as he heard a pained yell, from someone on the train. She hoped it wasn’t Blake, or Glenn, but her relief was only matched by her horror when the other passengers began to back away from a young boy who was doubled over in pain.

The boy’s shirt tore in half when a pair of brown feathered wings exploded from his back, and stretch out, matching the breath of the train. Her companions stood up, watching with smialur horror as the boy’s body continued to shift and change.


“It’s going to plan.” A man said from behind his desk as he watched the national news. Watching a young man trying to claw out of his rapidly tightening clothes as his body swelled and changed under them before giving up from the pair of bat like wings that tore from his back. “All too easy.”

Genetic Ransom: Prologue
I'm not dead, as it turns out. Assorted Transformations to come. Who knows what's going to happen next? I don't. Comments welcome.
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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!” 

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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
I'm not sure if everyone knows about this, but I was told that it made international headlines by the continuous coverage. I just want to get my thoughts down. Yesterday morning, seventeen hostages were taken in a cafe on Martian Place by a lone gunman. This morning, it was... resolved doesn't seem like the best word to use, but here I am using it as I am disheartened by reading that two hostages had to die because of this man's trusted views of Islam.
Katrina Dawson and Tori Johnson, innocent lives, died described as heroes, taken from their loved ones too soon.
I am also equally disheartened, and more disgusted to hear that because of the actions of a few, painting an angry picture against a peaceful religion, and good community. I am also proud to see that a message of unity and tolerance drowned out the anger and hate.
My thoughts, and many others are with the families and friends of those innocents who died that morning, and those who were in feared for their lives because of the actions of this lone man. And I close with this promise;
I will support freedom of religion. I will support those who follow Islam freely. I will not listen to the words of anger, fear or hate. And I will not support terrorism in any form. And I hope that my peers will hold me to this promise.

Anyone depressed by this rant, have a joke that might fix that.

It was a beautiful Monday Morning when I found that I had slept in, and I was late for class. I got dressed, grabbed a bottle of iced coffee, and ran for the bus stop. Only problem was, I took a wrong turn and got lost. Thanks to my trusty iPhone, I found my destination, ran in to the class room. "Sorry sir." I told the teacher. "I slept in, and I got a little lost." I took a seat and the teacher walked up to my table.
"You still are. This is a restaurant."
That explained where my terminal went and why I started writing in my notebook with a fork.
  • Listening to: Avril Lavigne
  • Reading: Horenn League Brochure
  • Watching: Local News (Not much else to watch)
  • Playing: Pokemon Omega Ruby
  • Eating: I'm still considering that.
  • Drinking: Coke flavoured Milk

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