Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Changes ❯ Broken Me ( Chapter 4 )

Author's Notes: Gore and drama! Whee! o^.^o

Changes

Chapter Four: Broken Me

Oh no oh no oh no! Not this again!

Tristan moaned as the pain once again shot through his body. It was unpleasant this time; he didn't WANT to be a werewolf! He had stayed curled up in that pipe almost all day and he planned to stay there forever. The wolf part of him, however, had different plans. His body crunched and changed into the wolf shape, his mind going mostly primitive, his senses heightening, and all the time in the back of his mind he knew he shouldn't be doing this.

An unearthly howl echoed through the drainpipes, heard by no one.

But soon, everyone would hear him howl.

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Oliver Princeton, a middle-aged man who was still nagged into taking out the garbage by his wife, slowly proceeded to the metal bins with the trash-filled bag. He lifted the lid, dropped in the black plastic sack, and turned to walk away. He heard behind him a clatter and turned to see something large and hairy crawling out of the manhole. It looked at him with blazing green eyes and snarled, its sharp fangs gleaming from the light of the streetlamps. He turned to run back into the house and made it to the steps when he heard an inhuman scream behind him and then saw nothing; blackness.

The beast tore and ripped the heavy, fat-filled body, knowing the taste was not as good as flesh but just as filling. The door opened and light spilled into the street; a fat woman in her mid forties stood there, her mouth open and her eyes wide. He snarled and the door abruptly slammed shut; he heard the click of a lock. He growled to himself, almost pouting that his meal had been ruined. Once one human came to the scene, there was an annoying swarm, like bees or ants. He padded quickly to the manhole again and leapt down, not bothering to cover it again. They'd never find him down there.

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The wolf crept up the sewer ladder, glad his paws were almost hands in their shape, and nuzzled away the manhole cover. He leapt up into a dark alleyway where a policeman stood at the end of it, gun drawn and ready. He snarled; what would a gun do? Those stupid bullets could do nothing to him! Silver was the key, and they didn't know that. The policeman fired; it hit his leg and caused pain, but he shook it off and lunged. The man was dead with one bite. Humans were so easy to kill, and there were so many he'd stay full forever!

A light shone in his eyes and he blinked. Oh, damn, another human. Another policeman with those damned guns. They couldn't kill him but they sure as hell did hurt. He leapt easily over the man and loped into the street where policemen and police cars surrounded him. Humans sure could swarm.

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It had been two minutes and already a large crowd had gathered. The creature was inside the ring of cop cars and was turning in circles and screaming and roaring angrily. No shots had been fired since the creature kept moving very quickly and a stray bullet could kill someone.

Joey's brown eyes burned from unshed tears. He knew who it was. He'd seen Tristan in the park earlier around dusk, clad only in jeans and his hair down, and had followed him. He found him hanging around near a large drainpipe, large enough for something to live in.

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"What are you doing here? Are you okay?" he had asked.

"No, I'm not..."

"Well c'mon, you gotta get back home!"

"I can't go home."

"Why the hell not?!"

"Because..." he had turned away and clenched his fists in anger, "...Because I'm not human anymore."

"What the hell does that mean?! You look human enough for me! What kinda stupid joke are you playin' 'dis time?!" he had shouted, his Brooklyn accent showing strong.

"This isn't a joke! I'm serious, I'm not what I used to be!"

"Well, what are you now?"

"I'm a werewolf."

Joey had burst out laughing, shaking his head and holding his stomach. Tristan had growled angrily, and Joey's laughs had slowed.

"Hey, 'dat's a pretty good impression of a dog..."

"It's not an impression."

"Yeah, 'den what is it?"

Tristan had snarled again, this time an authentic canine sound from deep within his throat. No human could do that. Joey had straightened up and his chocolate brown eyes had widened.

"T-Tristan, man...a-are you okay?"

"No...and you won't be if you don't get out of here by moonrise."

"What the hell are you talkin' about?" He hadn't meant to let his voice shake, but he couldn't help it. He had truly begun to be scared by his own best friend.

"I'm a werewolf, Joey. I'm going to change and I'm going to kill people...I don't want to, but I can't help it. I don't even remember it!"

"What...? Y-you can't be serious, man!"

He had turned to look at Joey with dangerous green eyes.

"Oh, I'm serious, Joey. Very, very serious."

At that point Joey had taken a shaky step backwards. The brunette was really serious. He was, or he thought he was, a werewolf.

"D'ya think ya can, y'know, stop it or somethin'?"

"No, I can't." He had sighed and hung his head. "But maybe you can find a way. Yugi knows about magic, right? Tell him about me. Ask him if he can....help me...." Tears had begun to stream down his face and his shoulders had been trembling. "I don't want to do this anymore...." he had whispered softly, and Joey nodded.

"I'll get help, don't you worry."

And with that he had left.

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Now he stood with his friends and a large crowd of other people staring at a circle of cops and cars with a werewolf in the middle. He recognized that brown hair and he recognized those green eyes, even if they did almost glow in the dark.

"'Dat's Tristan. I know it is."

"What?! That's a dog or something, that's not Tristan!" Téa cried, looking at him like he was crazy.

"I told you already, he's a werewolf, now keep it down!" he hissed, clenching his fists. "I told you I saw him in the park today. He growled and it sounded real, and now we can see 'im. He's a werewolf."

"Those things don't exist!" Yugi whispered, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. A shot was fired and it ricocheted off a car and zipped into an alley, fortunately hitting no one. They all winced when they heard it and the creature roared louder, almost in a challenge.

"Well, they do now." Joey whispered and everyone watched in amazement as the animal leapt onto the hood and roof of a car, lunged to the side, and bounded off into the darkness of the alley and headed towards the park. Joey squirmed through the crowd of people and took of running down the street towards the entrance of the park. His friends followed and called for him to stop. Yugi finally caught up with him and yanked on the tail of his trenchcoat, making him stop. They were in the park now and running down one of the concrete pathways that ran through the area like gray streams.

"Why are you following him? He'll kill us!" Téa nearly shouted.

"Even if it is Tristan, he's not going to recognize us! He's a wolf!" Yugi exclaimed.

"I know it's him, and we're too far gone to go back. Now let's go." he began to walk away but turned around when he didn't hear a fourth pair of footsteps. Bakura was standing quietly, looking at the ground when he looked up and smiled nervously.

"I-I'd rather go home, thank you..."

Joey sighed.

"You know he's in this park and he can smell you, right? It's better if you stayed with us. Safety in numbers, you know."

Bakura looked very frightened at that statement.

"Right then, let's go! Tally ho, as they say..." he said, less than enthusiastic about what they were doing. Joey smiled grimly and turned around, walking once more.

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They had gotten halfway through the park when a large brown canine crossed their path and quickly looked up, snarling. It began to approach when Joey whipped out a switchblade and the blade shot into view. The beast abruptly stopped and growled, backing away and little and bristling.

"I know you remember this, Tristan, and I know you remember that this is part silver." he spoke quietly, his accent temporarily leaving him. He never faked it; it was a real accent but he could get rid of it when the situation did not call for gangster sound-alikes. Right now was one of those times. The creature growled at him, softer this time.

"Joey..." Yugi began, but Joey motioned with his other hand to keep quiet.

"I'm gonna try to help you, buddy, but you gotta help me, too. Don't kill anyone else tonight, okay? Just stay in that little drainpipe where we can find you. We will help you, somehow, we promise." Joey spoke softly; his tenor voice was very soothing to hear. "I don't wanna use this on ya, pal. I don't wanna kill you, but if you give me a reason I'm gonna have no choice. So go on, go back there and stay there for a while, okay?"

The creature snarled and backed away a little, then ran across the path and into the bushes. The blonde boy re-sheathed the switchblade and turned around to walk away.

"Since when do you have a switchblade?" Yugi asked quietly.

"Since sixth grade. Took a lotta money ta get 'dis baby." he smiled and felt it in his pocket. He'd gone without a lot of lunches for that.

"Why--"

"Don't ask, Yug', just don't ask."

The boy with tri-colored hair stayed silent. They continued to walk quickly out of the park and into the light of the street, turning in the direction of the Game Shop.

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