MUTATION
By: Alyssa Apple
CHAPTER ONE: MUTATING
I woke up from a deep sleep one night covered in welts. I was sweating and the bumps hurt like crazy. I immediately let out a huge scream. I pulled myself out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I was surprised to see huge boils all over my face and body.
“What is this?” I said in frustration and fear.
My roommate Molly came into my room and saw me. Her hands covered her mouth as her jaw dropped. My hands reached my face as I touched one of the horrid bubbles evolving on my face. As soon as it touched a yelp escaped from my mouth. They burned, stung, agonizing pain spread throughout my entire body. This wasn’t chicken pox, or bug bites.
“We need to get you to a doctor as fast as possible.” said Molly as she grabbed my hands. I quickly pulled away not wanting her to touch me. I picked up my phone and called my mom. Maybe she will know what to do.
“Hello?” says an old voice over the phone.
“I need you to come to my apartment right now!” I shout into the phone.
“Its four in the morning-“ I didn’t let her finish before I quickly hung up.
I close Molly out of my room. I look around and I spot Witch Hazel. I expeditiously grab the small bottle and sprint to the bathroom. I sit on the corner of the bathtub and rub the healer over my welts. It only makes them sting and burn worse, therefore I stop. I prop my head up with my hands as I look for more solutions.
“Nothing.” I say to myself.
I take off my clothes and run a hot bath. As soon as it’s finished I slowly dip in. As soon as the warm water hits my skin I scramble out. It made the bumps oddly sizzle and steam. I grab a cold cloth and apply it to my skin. Sighs of relief came from my mouth. Applying cold water made me feel much better. The only problem is that the bubbles are spread all over my body. I run drain the warm water in the bath and fill it with cold water. I plunged my towel into the cold water and rang it out. I wrapped it around my body. I unlocked the bathroom door and I entered my bedroom. My bumps had shrunken and felt much better. I put on clothes and I walked into the living room where Molly was talking on the phone. I look at her in confusion.
“What are you doing?” I ask her while I look at my arms.
“I’m calling 911!” She says worried.”
“I told you not to! I’m fine!” I shout.
“No you’re not!” She takes my arm and begins examining it. Molly begins describing my welts into the phone. I give her an angry look.
I mouth the words ‘No.’ but she ignores me. I grab the phone from her and I hang up.
“What was that?” Molly yells.
“I told you not to call the doctors!”
“I wasn’t! I was calling 911! You look horrible!”
“Well gee thanks.” I scoff and roll my eyes.
“I didn’t mean like that!”
“Don’t call them back.” I say. A cold chill runs down my spine. My teeth begin hurting. I open my mouth and I am startled to find that they have sharpened themselves. Massive amounts of hair begin sprouting from my arms and legs. I quickly run to my room. I close and lock the door.
“This isn’t happening.” I say to myself.
Molly knocks on my door.
‘She expects me to answer?’ I think to myself. ‘I’m not!’
I run into my bathroom and stare into the mirror. A monster is what I see. This isn’t me. It’s something else. It’s hairy, and ugly. Its sharp teeth scare me. I touch myself and see the reflection of a monster doing the same.
“It’s me?” I ask
All of the sudden my eyes turn yellow and my fingernails grow long into claws. I feel like I can’t control myself and I scratch the walls. The monster has taken over my body.
What feels like thirty minutes later I woke up and I was lying on the ground? My body has gone back to normal and I feel fine. I take a deep breath and sit up. After having your body taken over you get a little tired. I was about to fall asleep right there when I saw my room. My bed had been destroyed, my glass flower vase was broken, glass all over the floor. I was afraid to walk out especially since I wasn’t wearing any shoes. To my luck I find my slippers about five feet away from me. I crawl carefully to retrieve them and I stick them on my feet.
“Jillian! Are you okay?” Molly said and knocked on my door.
“Yeah I’m fine. I’m just tired.” I said rubbing my eyes.
I get up and I walk to the door. My hand touches the door knob and I jump back in pain.
“Ahh!” I yell.
“Jillian what’s wrong?” She asks. She tries to open my door but it’s no use. I raise my hand to take a look and from what I see everything is not okay like I thought. My hand is covered in red splotches that burn horribly.
“What is happening?” I ask in confusion.
After a while the redness in my hand goes away. I get up and walk to the door.
“I probably don’t want to touch that again.” I say. I gaze around my room. On top of my dresser is a red fluffy pair of winter gloves.
I slip them on and I tap the door knob with my forefinger expecting pain but nothing happens. I sigh of relief and open the door.
“Hello Molly.” I say and quickly shut the opening to my bedroom.
She turns around.
“Gloves?” she asks
“No Molly. They’re puppies.” I say grumpily.
“Those are some strange puppies.” She says.
“They’re gloves.” I say and hold my hands out.
“I know Jillian.” She says smiling “Do you want food?”
“Sure!” I am starving and I definitely want some of Molly’s food. She is a great cook.
She nods and walk to the kitchen to begin preparing our snack.
I walk myself to the living room and plop on the couch ungracefully. I grab the remote and turn on old reruns of Duck Dynasty and fall asleep quickly. I wake up to the smell of a wonderful creation that Molly has made. I am rested and fully energized for the day ahead.
“What did you make this time?” I say walking into the kitchen. I posture myself on the end of my seat waiting to be served.
“Shrimp Casserole.” Molly says as she lays a plate of the magnificence in front of me.
“Mmm. It sounds good.” I respond smiling. I take a bite and quickly devour it.
Molly gawks at me as I eat horrendously.
“What?” I ask with a mouth full of casserole.
Molly shakes her head.
“Nothing.” She says and takes a sip of her coffee.
I shrug and continue eating. Molly glances at me once in a while.
“Will you stop?” I ask Molly. “Why are you looking at me?”
Molly scoffs “You’re eating like a psycho path!” She exclaims.
“I’m hungry!” I yell. I get up and walk to my room closing the door behind me. I sit on my bed and I turn on the television and watch House reruns I eat fruit snacks that I keep in my dresser drawer. After about thirty minutes a chill runs down my spine and I shiver. My teeth begin hurting again and she finds them sharpening themselves.
“This again?” I ask myself as hair begins to grown on my arms and legs. Five minutes later I black out. I can’t feel, see, or hear anything but I know something bad is happening. I hope the beast I became doesn’t hurt Molly. And I sure hope that I don’t carry Molly to the top of the empire state building as planes shoot me down. All I can see is darkness as the monster takes over my body. Soon I wake up. I am lying under my bed. My phone is lying right next to me and I pick it up. I scroll through my phone and check Instagram. To my surprise I find a picture on my profile of the monster.
“I took a selfie?” I quickly delete the picture. Before I delete it I glare at the photo. It resembles me. My curly long hair, dark brown eyes, and my face shape. I am startled at the photo and I call my mom.
“Hello?” she asks
“Can I come over? I need to talk to you.” I ask
"Yeah.” She says sadly and hangs up.
CHAPTER TWO: THE DISCOVERY
As soon as I get to my mom’s house I knock on the door. It slowly opens and I walk in giving my mom a huge hug. She hugs me back and gestures me to sit down on the sofa. I do as told and sit down.
“Mom, I think I’m getting sick, or something.” I say. My mom sits there with a blank look on her face. Ever since my dad died she closed herself up from the world and never opened back up to anyone. I don’t feel bad for her at all. She has shut me out and hasn’t talked to me really since I was fourteen. I basically had to live on my own. Buy my own food and clothes. It was hard growing up without a mom to look up to. I know it’s hard losing a loved one, but that’s no reason to shut her own daughter out. Anyone that was paying attention could tell she had died inside. Her eyes didn’t light up like they did before.
“Mom, Answer me!” I say to her as tears fill in my eyes. She looks at me and shakes her head.
“What is wrong?” She asks quietly.
“I told you! If you would pay attention to me you would know what’s wrong! I’m changing! I’m forming into a beast!” I show her the picture on my phone. Tears fill in her eyes as well.
“Answer me! You can’t just sit there! Help me!” I yell.
“You’re mutating.” She says quietly as she reaches for my hand.
“Don’t touch me.” I say angrily and pull away from her. “What do you mean ‘mutating’?”
“Your father, he changed like this too. He ended up discovering he was a werewolf. That’s how he died. He went crazy and…” She begins crying. I feel bad for her now. I didn’t mean to act rude I was just upset. I give her a hug and she calms down. I’m like my Dad, I can easily make people calm down for some reason. I don’t know if it’s the way I stay calm, or if I’m soothing to people, but it’s a talent I claim. She buries her face in my chest and cries. I honestly don’t know what to do. I haven’t dealt with a crying woman. It’s harder considering she IS a woman. Women are awful to talk to, especially when they have mood swings. I get them all the time, but I don’t know how to handle my mom.
“Calm down.” I immediately take back what I said. No matter what girls are going through, NEVER, and I repeat NEVER, tell a girl to calm down. It will upset them. They will charge at you like your holding a red flag.
She shoots me an angry look and I throw my hands up.
“Never tell me to ‘calm down’.” She says.
“Sorry… Not sorry…” I say quietly.
She pulls away and wipes her face. Her mascara has run and she looks like a clown. I smile slightly and try not to laugh as I hand her a tissue.
“Thank you.” She says as she wipes her face with the tissue.
I nod “This mutation thing. What am I changing into?” I ask
“You are changing into a warewolf.” She says stiffly
My face becomes pale. “What?” I ask sternly.
“A werewolf.” She repeats and looks down.
“Mom, I want you to look me in the eye when you talk to me!” I yell. I am so upset. My mom can’t look at me. I don’t know what the problem is with talking to me. I don’t know if it’s because I’m unpleasant to have a conversation with or what? But she obviously doesn’t want to speak to me. She still refuses to wake up from her daze. All she will talk to me about is the death of my father. She is really quite depressing to be with actually. I don’t want to be with her right now. I wish I could just go home and watch Duck Dynasty with my dog Cheeky and eat some ice cream. I wish this never would’ve happened.
“It’s a gift.” My mother says as she slowly looks up at me.
“A gift? What are you talking about? This is a curse!” My voice begins to rise.
“It is. You are different. Your species is special.” She says calmly.
“I am a human! That is my species!” I yell.
After I am done yelling and nagging about how she was never there for me I get up and leave. I arrive at me and Molly’s apartment and I lay on the couch. My dog wags his tail and sits on my lap. He always makes me laugh. He’s such a goober. I turn on the television and watch CSI. Molly isn’t at home so she must’ve gone to work. I quickly fall asleep. My phone rings nonstop in my bed room but I ignore it. Big fists pound on my door. I wake up and stretch.
“I’m coming!” I yell and walk to my door and I slowly open it. Before I can say anything a black cloth covers my face. Like any normal human being would do, I screamed for help. As I was being viciously kidnapped I noticed one of them was a woman and one was a man. The woman was quite beautiful. She had long, brown that reached her lower back. She didn’t seem to be wearing makeup. She doesn’t need it. She had flawless olive skin and a tattoo running up her arm. From what I saw it looked like a flame. I didn’t get a good glimpse at the man but he seemed to look my age. The woman shoved a pill in my mouth roughly. I swallowed it without warning. The drug made me tired. I fell asleep.
CHAPTER THREE: FAMILY REUNION
While I was passed out from the pill I had a dream.
I was walking around the streets of downtown Greensboro when something, a monster, a beast, began chasing me. A werewolf. All I could do was run. Then I tripped. My worst nightmare ended when a werewolf attacked me.
I woke up in a lightly lit room surrounded by candles. As I began to pick myself up the flames raised. The fire was raging once I stood up. The ring of fire wrapped around me.
'It looks like a wonderful day to die.' I think to myself to myself.
The flames were about as high as I was which wasn't high at all.
As I looked around the room I saw a glass window. Eyes were peaking threw and I was petrified.
"What to do. What to do." I said shaking with anxiety.
The fire didn't seem to put off a burning feel like it would if you were sitting next to a fire place.
I looked at my hand which was shaking like crazy.
"Dear God, I am insane.." I said to myself and I put my hand in the fire
All I could feel was a warm feeling go threw my fingers.
I put my leg in the fire and it did the same thing.
"Immune to fire?" I said quietly.
I closed my eyes a took a deep breath before I threw my body into the fire.
I walked out of the fire circle and I wasn't harmed at all.
"Nice Job Sweet Heart." Said a deep voice.
I turned around startled and standing in front of me was a tall, tan, man about my age.
He was attractive. That's all I can say.
He had black hair, deep blue eyes, and was very well built.
I looked at him
"Why am I here? What is going on?" I say out of breath.
"Don't worry. We've found out. And you are done with your simulations." He said smiling.
"What do you mean simulations?"
"We are testing you. We have messed with your head."
I look at him. "What do you know?"
"Jillian, Have you been experiencing odd, or weird encounters with any sort of animal or monster?"
"How do you know my name?" I snapped.
"I know everything about you." He said and smiled.
"Creep." I murmured.
He laughed a little bit.
"Follow me." He said and he began walking to a large glass door.
I followed him with out question. When he opened the door there were large dogs everywhere. Not small dogs like cheeky, these were big. German Shepherds to be precise. I turned around to the sound of a slamming door. He left me to defend myself against a room full of hunger and angry dogs. When I turned back around the snarling of the dogs became louder. Each dog was moving closer to me.As soon as one pounced I tumbled out of the way. I got up quickly and I moved out of the way. I heard commotion from the other side of the door.
"She is fast though." Said a voice.
"She is unintelligant, stupid. If you want her to stay, you will have to train her." Said a deeper, older voice.
'Were the talking about me?' I thought to myself. 'Are they testing me?'
As I was thinking a dog attacked me. Once one pounced another did as well. Theire razor sharp teeth snapped at me as I struggled to escape. Claws were tearing into my skin. I cry of agony and pain. My reflexes were idiotic. I grabbed the dogs snout and pushed him back. It grolwed and barked. As it began running to me I kicked it in the face. The dogs dissolved after I had kicked one. I looke around confused as the glass door opened.
"Great job sweetheart." The man said.
"Dont call me that. I dont even know your name." I said and walked out.
"My name? I'm Nathaniel Whitset, But you can call me Nat." He nods
"Okay, Nat, Why am I here." I asked.
He stared at me with a grin on his face.
"Can I get an answer please?" I asked him as I looked at him.
"You have pretty eyes." He said smiling.
"Oh my god." I looked at him angrily. "Why am I here?"
"So you can be with people like you."
"Wait. Like, people that mutate too?" I ask. He is very tall so I have to look up at him.
"Yes." He nods.
((CHAPTER FOUR COMING SOON!))
By: Alyssa Apple
CHAPTER ONE: MUTATING
I woke up from a deep sleep one night covered in welts. I was sweating and the bumps hurt like crazy. I immediately let out a huge scream. I pulled myself out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I was surprised to see huge boils all over my face and body.
“What is this?” I said in frustration and fear.
My roommate Molly came into my room and saw me. Her hands covered her mouth as her jaw dropped. My hands reached my face as I touched one of the horrid bubbles evolving on my face. As soon as it touched a yelp escaped from my mouth. They burned, stung, agonizing pain spread throughout my entire body. This wasn’t chicken pox, or bug bites.
“We need to get you to a doctor as fast as possible.” said Molly as she grabbed my hands. I quickly pulled away not wanting her to touch me. I picked up my phone and called my mom. Maybe she will know what to do.
“Hello?” says an old voice over the phone.
“I need you to come to my apartment right now!” I shout into the phone.
“Its four in the morning-“ I didn’t let her finish before I quickly hung up.
I close Molly out of my room. I look around and I spot Witch Hazel. I expeditiously grab the small bottle and sprint to the bathroom. I sit on the corner of the bathtub and rub the healer over my welts. It only makes them sting and burn worse, therefore I stop. I prop my head up with my hands as I look for more solutions.
“Nothing.” I say to myself.
I take off my clothes and run a hot bath. As soon as it’s finished I slowly dip in. As soon as the warm water hits my skin I scramble out. It made the bumps oddly sizzle and steam. I grab a cold cloth and apply it to my skin. Sighs of relief came from my mouth. Applying cold water made me feel much better. The only problem is that the bubbles are spread all over my body. I run drain the warm water in the bath and fill it with cold water. I plunged my towel into the cold water and rang it out. I wrapped it around my body. I unlocked the bathroom door and I entered my bedroom. My bumps had shrunken and felt much better. I put on clothes and I walked into the living room where Molly was talking on the phone. I look at her in confusion.
“What are you doing?” I ask her while I look at my arms.
“I’m calling 911!” She says worried.”
“I told you not to! I’m fine!” I shout.
“No you’re not!” She takes my arm and begins examining it. Molly begins describing my welts into the phone. I give her an angry look.
I mouth the words ‘No.’ but she ignores me. I grab the phone from her and I hang up.
“What was that?” Molly yells.
“I told you not to call the doctors!”
“I wasn’t! I was calling 911! You look horrible!”
“Well gee thanks.” I scoff and roll my eyes.
“I didn’t mean like that!”
“Don’t call them back.” I say. A cold chill runs down my spine. My teeth begin hurting. I open my mouth and I am startled to find that they have sharpened themselves. Massive amounts of hair begin sprouting from my arms and legs. I quickly run to my room. I close and lock the door.
“This isn’t happening.” I say to myself.
Molly knocks on my door.
‘She expects me to answer?’ I think to myself. ‘I’m not!’
I run into my bathroom and stare into the mirror. A monster is what I see. This isn’t me. It’s something else. It’s hairy, and ugly. Its sharp teeth scare me. I touch myself and see the reflection of a monster doing the same.
“It’s me?” I ask
All of the sudden my eyes turn yellow and my fingernails grow long into claws. I feel like I can’t control myself and I scratch the walls. The monster has taken over my body.
What feels like thirty minutes later I woke up and I was lying on the ground? My body has gone back to normal and I feel fine. I take a deep breath and sit up. After having your body taken over you get a little tired. I was about to fall asleep right there when I saw my room. My bed had been destroyed, my glass flower vase was broken, glass all over the floor. I was afraid to walk out especially since I wasn’t wearing any shoes. To my luck I find my slippers about five feet away from me. I crawl carefully to retrieve them and I stick them on my feet.
“Jillian! Are you okay?” Molly said and knocked on my door.
“Yeah I’m fine. I’m just tired.” I said rubbing my eyes.
I get up and I walk to the door. My hand touches the door knob and I jump back in pain.
“Ahh!” I yell.
“Jillian what’s wrong?” She asks. She tries to open my door but it’s no use. I raise my hand to take a look and from what I see everything is not okay like I thought. My hand is covered in red splotches that burn horribly.
“What is happening?” I ask in confusion.
After a while the redness in my hand goes away. I get up and walk to the door.
“I probably don’t want to touch that again.” I say. I gaze around my room. On top of my dresser is a red fluffy pair of winter gloves.
I slip them on and I tap the door knob with my forefinger expecting pain but nothing happens. I sigh of relief and open the door.
“Hello Molly.” I say and quickly shut the opening to my bedroom.
She turns around.
“Gloves?” she asks
“No Molly. They’re puppies.” I say grumpily.
“Those are some strange puppies.” She says.
“They’re gloves.” I say and hold my hands out.
“I know Jillian.” She says smiling “Do you want food?”
“Sure!” I am starving and I definitely want some of Molly’s food. She is a great cook.
She nods and walk to the kitchen to begin preparing our snack.
I walk myself to the living room and plop on the couch ungracefully. I grab the remote and turn on old reruns of Duck Dynasty and fall asleep quickly. I wake up to the smell of a wonderful creation that Molly has made. I am rested and fully energized for the day ahead.
“What did you make this time?” I say walking into the kitchen. I posture myself on the end of my seat waiting to be served.
“Shrimp Casserole.” Molly says as she lays a plate of the magnificence in front of me.
“Mmm. It sounds good.” I respond smiling. I take a bite and quickly devour it.
Molly gawks at me as I eat horrendously.
“What?” I ask with a mouth full of casserole.
Molly shakes her head.
“Nothing.” She says and takes a sip of her coffee.
I shrug and continue eating. Molly glances at me once in a while.
“Will you stop?” I ask Molly. “Why are you looking at me?”
Molly scoffs “You’re eating like a psycho path!” She exclaims.
“I’m hungry!” I yell. I get up and walk to my room closing the door behind me. I sit on my bed and I turn on the television and watch House reruns I eat fruit snacks that I keep in my dresser drawer. After about thirty minutes a chill runs down my spine and I shiver. My teeth begin hurting again and she finds them sharpening themselves.
“This again?” I ask myself as hair begins to grown on my arms and legs. Five minutes later I black out. I can’t feel, see, or hear anything but I know something bad is happening. I hope the beast I became doesn’t hurt Molly. And I sure hope that I don’t carry Molly to the top of the empire state building as planes shoot me down. All I can see is darkness as the monster takes over my body. Soon I wake up. I am lying under my bed. My phone is lying right next to me and I pick it up. I scroll through my phone and check Instagram. To my surprise I find a picture on my profile of the monster.
“I took a selfie?” I quickly delete the picture. Before I delete it I glare at the photo. It resembles me. My curly long hair, dark brown eyes, and my face shape. I am startled at the photo and I call my mom.
“Hello?” she asks
“Can I come over? I need to talk to you.” I ask
"Yeah.” She says sadly and hangs up.
CHAPTER TWO: THE DISCOVERY
As soon as I get to my mom’s house I knock on the door. It slowly opens and I walk in giving my mom a huge hug. She hugs me back and gestures me to sit down on the sofa. I do as told and sit down.
“Mom, I think I’m getting sick, or something.” I say. My mom sits there with a blank look on her face. Ever since my dad died she closed herself up from the world and never opened back up to anyone. I don’t feel bad for her at all. She has shut me out and hasn’t talked to me really since I was fourteen. I basically had to live on my own. Buy my own food and clothes. It was hard growing up without a mom to look up to. I know it’s hard losing a loved one, but that’s no reason to shut her own daughter out. Anyone that was paying attention could tell she had died inside. Her eyes didn’t light up like they did before.
“Mom, Answer me!” I say to her as tears fill in my eyes. She looks at me and shakes her head.
“What is wrong?” She asks quietly.
“I told you! If you would pay attention to me you would know what’s wrong! I’m changing! I’m forming into a beast!” I show her the picture on my phone. Tears fill in her eyes as well.
“Answer me! You can’t just sit there! Help me!” I yell.
“You’re mutating.” She says quietly as she reaches for my hand.
“Don’t touch me.” I say angrily and pull away from her. “What do you mean ‘mutating’?”
“Your father, he changed like this too. He ended up discovering he was a werewolf. That’s how he died. He went crazy and…” She begins crying. I feel bad for her now. I didn’t mean to act rude I was just upset. I give her a hug and she calms down. I’m like my Dad, I can easily make people calm down for some reason. I don’t know if it’s the way I stay calm, or if I’m soothing to people, but it’s a talent I claim. She buries her face in my chest and cries. I honestly don’t know what to do. I haven’t dealt with a crying woman. It’s harder considering she IS a woman. Women are awful to talk to, especially when they have mood swings. I get them all the time, but I don’t know how to handle my mom.
“Calm down.” I immediately take back what I said. No matter what girls are going through, NEVER, and I repeat NEVER, tell a girl to calm down. It will upset them. They will charge at you like your holding a red flag.
She shoots me an angry look and I throw my hands up.
“Never tell me to ‘calm down’.” She says.
“Sorry… Not sorry…” I say quietly.
She pulls away and wipes her face. Her mascara has run and she looks like a clown. I smile slightly and try not to laugh as I hand her a tissue.
“Thank you.” She says as she wipes her face with the tissue.
I nod “This mutation thing. What am I changing into?” I ask
“You are changing into a warewolf.” She says stiffly
My face becomes pale. “What?” I ask sternly.
“A werewolf.” She repeats and looks down.
“Mom, I want you to look me in the eye when you talk to me!” I yell. I am so upset. My mom can’t look at me. I don’t know what the problem is with talking to me. I don’t know if it’s because I’m unpleasant to have a conversation with or what? But she obviously doesn’t want to speak to me. She still refuses to wake up from her daze. All she will talk to me about is the death of my father. She is really quite depressing to be with actually. I don’t want to be with her right now. I wish I could just go home and watch Duck Dynasty with my dog Cheeky and eat some ice cream. I wish this never would’ve happened.
“It’s a gift.” My mother says as she slowly looks up at me.
“A gift? What are you talking about? This is a curse!” My voice begins to rise.
“It is. You are different. Your species is special.” She says calmly.
“I am a human! That is my species!” I yell.
After I am done yelling and nagging about how she was never there for me I get up and leave. I arrive at me and Molly’s apartment and I lay on the couch. My dog wags his tail and sits on my lap. He always makes me laugh. He’s such a goober. I turn on the television and watch CSI. Molly isn’t at home so she must’ve gone to work. I quickly fall asleep. My phone rings nonstop in my bed room but I ignore it. Big fists pound on my door. I wake up and stretch.
“I’m coming!” I yell and walk to my door and I slowly open it. Before I can say anything a black cloth covers my face. Like any normal human being would do, I screamed for help. As I was being viciously kidnapped I noticed one of them was a woman and one was a man. The woman was quite beautiful. She had long, brown that reached her lower back. She didn’t seem to be wearing makeup. She doesn’t need it. She had flawless olive skin and a tattoo running up her arm. From what I saw it looked like a flame. I didn’t get a good glimpse at the man but he seemed to look my age. The woman shoved a pill in my mouth roughly. I swallowed it without warning. The drug made me tired. I fell asleep.
CHAPTER THREE: FAMILY REUNION
While I was passed out from the pill I had a dream.
I was walking around the streets of downtown Greensboro when something, a monster, a beast, began chasing me. A werewolf. All I could do was run. Then I tripped. My worst nightmare ended when a werewolf attacked me.
I woke up in a lightly lit room surrounded by candles. As I began to pick myself up the flames raised. The fire was raging once I stood up. The ring of fire wrapped around me.
'It looks like a wonderful day to die.' I think to myself to myself.
The flames were about as high as I was which wasn't high at all.
As I looked around the room I saw a glass window. Eyes were peaking threw and I was petrified.
"What to do. What to do." I said shaking with anxiety.
The fire didn't seem to put off a burning feel like it would if you were sitting next to a fire place.
I looked at my hand which was shaking like crazy.
"Dear God, I am insane.." I said to myself and I put my hand in the fire
All I could feel was a warm feeling go threw my fingers.
I put my leg in the fire and it did the same thing.
"Immune to fire?" I said quietly.
I closed my eyes a took a deep breath before I threw my body into the fire.
I walked out of the fire circle and I wasn't harmed at all.
"Nice Job Sweet Heart." Said a deep voice.
I turned around startled and standing in front of me was a tall, tan, man about my age.
He was attractive. That's all I can say.
He had black hair, deep blue eyes, and was very well built.
I looked at him
"Why am I here? What is going on?" I say out of breath.
"Don't worry. We've found out. And you are done with your simulations." He said smiling.
"What do you mean simulations?"
"We are testing you. We have messed with your head."
I look at him. "What do you know?"
"Jillian, Have you been experiencing odd, or weird encounters with any sort of animal or monster?"
"How do you know my name?" I snapped.
"I know everything about you." He said and smiled.
"Creep." I murmured.
He laughed a little bit.
"Follow me." He said and he began walking to a large glass door.
I followed him with out question. When he opened the door there were large dogs everywhere. Not small dogs like cheeky, these were big. German Shepherds to be precise. I turned around to the sound of a slamming door. He left me to defend myself against a room full of hunger and angry dogs. When I turned back around the snarling of the dogs became louder. Each dog was moving closer to me.As soon as one pounced I tumbled out of the way. I got up quickly and I moved out of the way. I heard commotion from the other side of the door.
"She is fast though." Said a voice.
"She is unintelligant, stupid. If you want her to stay, you will have to train her." Said a deeper, older voice.
'Were the talking about me?' I thought to myself. 'Are they testing me?'
As I was thinking a dog attacked me. Once one pounced another did as well. Theire razor sharp teeth snapped at me as I struggled to escape. Claws were tearing into my skin. I cry of agony and pain. My reflexes were idiotic. I grabbed the dogs snout and pushed him back. It grolwed and barked. As it began running to me I kicked it in the face. The dogs dissolved after I had kicked one. I looke around confused as the glass door opened.
"Great job sweetheart." The man said.
"Dont call me that. I dont even know your name." I said and walked out.
"My name? I'm Nathaniel Whitset, But you can call me Nat." He nods
"Okay, Nat, Why am I here." I asked.
He stared at me with a grin on his face.
"Can I get an answer please?" I asked him as I looked at him.
"You have pretty eyes." He said smiling.
"Oh my god." I looked at him angrily. "Why am I here?"
"So you can be with people like you."
"Wait. Like, people that mutate too?" I ask. He is very tall so I have to look up at him.
"Yes." He nods.
((CHAPTER FOUR COMING SOON!))