Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Changes ❯ Changes ( Chapter 1 )
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By: hidakachan 
Full moon in the city.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.29.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 725 | Visits: 479 | Status: Completed
Full moon in the city.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.29.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 725 | Visits: 479 | Status: Completed
Knees hit the wet pavement of a dark alley with a sound that echoes in the murky dark. Voices are calling from all directions. Some human, some not even animal. Heart pounding an ancient rhythm, trying to escape from its bony cage. Pain-filled screams fill the air even as he fights to save his life from something he can't even see. A force that is filling his entire being. A force that has claws and teeth to tear and rip him from the inside where no one can see.
He twists in pain, writhing in his agony, failing in every attempt against the creature inside. The creature that is pulling him apart, piece by piece. Sinking its sharp, curved claws into his organs; tearing, ripping, and distorting them until they are unrecognizable. Another scream pierces the night as the convulsions begin. He opens a mouth that is neither human nor beast and vomits clear fluid past sharpening teeth.
A million points of pain strike through his body as bones begin to shift, breaking and reforming him into something more. Something that is not human and yet has no animal name. Golden eyes open and stare angrily at one person in the crowd. One person who's only emotion is a slight sadness as he watches the scene unfold. Unlike the crowd, who are disgusted and frightened, he knows exactly what is happening.
He drops his head back onto the concrete and his body twitches painfully as he completes the change. The silver orb in the sky is reflected in a puddle near his head and he slaps a powerful hand/paw/fist into it, shattering the deadly image. Finally, his body stills and the crowd has fallen silent. Sirens ring in the distance, loud and sharp in his new ears. He stands, feet taller than before he fell and people scream. But his eyes are only glaring at one person. Faster than any human, he runs through the crowd into the night, giving chase to someone that had left less than a second before and was already far away.
Revenge is a bitch.
Das Ende
Knees hit the wet pavement of a dark alley with a sound that echoes in the murky dark. Voices are calling from all directions. Some human, some not even animal. Heart pounding an ancient rhythm, trying to escape from its bony cage. Pain-filled screams fill the air even as he fights to save his life from something he can't even see. A force that is filling his entire being. A force that has claws and teeth to tear and rip him from the inside where no one can see.
He twists in pain, writhing in his agony, failing in every attempt against the creature inside. The creature that is pulling him apart, piece by piece. Sinking its sharp, curved claws into his organs; tearing, ripping, and distorting them until they are unrecognizable. Another scream pierces the night as the convulsions begin. He opens a mouth that is neither human nor beast and vomits clear fluid past sharpening teeth.
A million points of pain strike through his body as bones begin to shift, breaking and reforming him into something more. Something that is not human and yet has no animal name. Golden eyes open and stare angrily at one person in the crowd. One person who's only emotion is a slight sadness as he watches the scene unfold. Unlike the crowd, who are disgusted and frightened, he knows exactly what is happening.
He drops his head back onto the concrete and his body twitches painfully as he completes the change. The silver orb in the sky is reflected in a puddle near his head and he slaps a powerful hand/paw/fist into it, shattering the deadly image. Finally, his body stills and the crowd has fallen silent. Sirens ring in the distance, loud and sharp in his new ears. He stands, feet taller than before he fell and people scream. But his eyes are only glaring at one person. Faster than any human, he runs through the crowd into the night, giving chase to someone that had left less than a second before and was already far away.
Revenge is a bitch.
Das Ende
He twists in pain, writhing in his agony, failing in every attempt against the creature inside. The creature that is pulling him apart, piece by piece. Sinking its sharp, curved claws into his organs; tearing, ripping, and distorting them until they are unrecognizable. Another scream pierces the night as the convulsions begin. He opens a mouth that is neither human nor beast and vomits clear fluid past sharpening teeth.
A million points of pain strike through his body as bones begin to shift, breaking and reforming him into something more. Something that is not human and yet has no animal name. Golden eyes open and stare angrily at one person in the crowd. One person who's only emotion is a slight sadness as he watches the scene unfold. Unlike the crowd, who are disgusted and frightened, he knows exactly what is happening.
He drops his head back onto the concrete and his body twitches painfully as he completes the change. The silver orb in the sky is reflected in a puddle near his head and he slaps a powerful hand/paw/fist into it, shattering the deadly image. Finally, his body stills and the crowd has fallen silent. Sirens ring in the distance, loud and sharp in his new ears. He stands, feet taller than before he fell and people scream. But his eyes are only glaring at one person. Faster than any human, he runs through the crowd into the night, giving chase to someone that had left less than a second before and was already far away.
Revenge is a bitch.
Das Ende
Knees hit the wet pavement of a dark alley with a sound that echoes in the murky dark. Voices are calling from all directions. Some human, some not even animal. Heart pounding an ancient rhythm, trying to escape from its bony cage. Pain-filled screams fill the air even as he fights to save his life from something he can't even see. A force that is filling his entire being. A force that has claws and teeth to tear and rip him from the inside where no one can see.
He twists in pain, writhing in his agony, failing in every attempt against the creature inside. The creature that is pulling him apart, piece by piece. Sinking its sharp, curved claws into his organs; tearing, ripping, and distorting them until they are unrecognizable. Another scream pierces the night as the convulsions begin. He opens a mouth that is neither human nor beast and vomits clear fluid past sharpening teeth.
A million points of pain strike through his body as bones begin to shift, breaking and reforming him into something more. Something that is not human and yet has no animal name. Golden eyes open and stare angrily at one person in the crowd. One person who's only emotion is a slight sadness as he watches the scene unfold. Unlike the crowd, who are disgusted and frightened, he knows exactly what is happening.
He drops his head back onto the concrete and his body twitches painfully as he completes the change. The silver orb in the sky is reflected in a puddle near his head and he slaps a powerful hand/paw/fist into it, shattering the deadly image. Finally, his body stills and the crowd has fallen silent. Sirens ring in the distance, loud and sharp in his new ears. He stands, feet taller than before he fell and people scream. But his eyes are only glaring at one person. Faster than any human, he runs through the crowd into the night, giving chase to someone that had left less than a second before and was already far away.
Revenge is a bitch.
Das Ende