Micheal rushed to Chris, who was kneeling on the ground with his face bowed."Chris, relax," Michael said as he stroked his back. "Take it easy.""Don't tell me to calm down. Why does it have to be this painful? Please, "he groaned. "Make it stop."Chris's bones were fracturing and rearranging into new forms, and he felt like he was being butchered. He would do anything to stop this unbearable pain. He looked down at his hands; hideous claws were stretching out of his fingers. Inside his mouth, his canines ached, like a child growing its first tooth, and he felt an overwhelming urge to bite flesh. When he closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them, they glowed gold.With force, Chris pushed Michael off of him, and Michael flew across the room, hitting his head against the back wall and crumbling to the floor. Michael reached to touch the back of his head, and his fingers returned covered in blood. His eyes shut as he swam in the ocean of pain.Chris growled, and Micheal opened h
On Monday, it was 6:30 a.m. Michael awoke with a yawn, his arms spread high in the air. He went downstairs and grabbed a beer.Since the transformation, Chris had not returned home. Michael had gone to the woods several times to look for him, but he always returned fatigued and disappointed. Michael drank the beer all the way down to his room. He needed to go to work; he hadn't worked since Chris changed (into a wolf) and vanished. He went to his closet and pulled out a faded blue-jean trouser and a simple coffee-brown T-shirt.*Emily was getting ready for work. Her resumption time was 7:30 a.m. She didn't want to be late, she was fed up with being cooped up at home; she had been grounded. When she returned home from the pool party, her mother was furious.She couldn't even go out with Giselle like they typically did on Saturday. She hadn't left her house in two days, and her work was the only thing that could help her break free from the cage. Emily was in a cab on her way to work.
"Why?!" Michael frowned. "He possesses a dark energy. He's a raven. " The healer clarified and walked away before Michael could respond.Michael was taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise. He couldn't believe Jacob was a raven; he looked great after being bitten by a werewolf, which was unusual, and how could a werewolf healer heal him? "Is everything okay?" Elsa asked after noticing his worried expression. "Uh... Yeah. " Michael swallowed. "I'll go look for Chris." Straightening himself and inspecting his already healed arm, he left.When Michael walked to the woods in search of Chris, he heard footsteps on dry leaves. His eyes darted and he found a stick which he grabbed and placed his back against a large tree, hoping that whatever was approaching wouldn't notice him. He strengthened his grasp on the stick as the foot steps became closer, preparing to attack. With his hold on the stick tightened, he rushed himself out of his hiding place, ready to strike, but he pulled him
As Michael struggled to his feet with a groan, he looked at the deep wound Chris's claw had left in his chest. He imagined his brother would be relieved to be home, to be human again, rather than the other way around.Michael's eyes widened in realization; Chris wouldn't hurt him, except... the transformation had turned on his dark side! Michael cursed inwardly; he knew this would happen. He had to go look for him before he did something evil.Michael stared at his reflection, watching the wound slowly close up. He hurriedly put on a black long-sleeved shirt and exited the room.* When Chris arrived at Nich's eatery some hours later, his eyes searched for Elsa, and immediately he spotted her, he walked up to her, dodging the tables in front of him."What did you do to me?" Chris asked, standing behind Elsa."What did you think I did to you?" Without looking back at the person that spoke, Elsa replied to the question with a question. She walked away from the customers to somewhere mo
"What happened?" Dickson asked when he stumbled into the room and found Jacob sitting on the ground trembling slightly. His eyes were red and tear-filled.Jacob rose to his feet immediately, "Please don't freak out, it's... It's me, Jacob. I don't know how this happened. I just... ""What are you talking about?" Dickson cut him.Jacob's frightened expression turned to a puzzled one. Was he the only one seeing this? "Seeing you dejected and terrified doesn't freak me out, it gets me worried." Dickson continued. He advanced towards Jacob. "What made you so scared?" He asked, gazing into Jacob's eyes.Jacob stared at Dickson, the puzzled expression still plastered on his face. He looked over his shoulders and he frowned, "It's gone." Jacob said in hushed tones."What's gone?" Dickson asked."Uh... Nothing, just had a bad dream, and I have to return to what I was doing." His eyes darted before he turned around and walked towards his wardrobe, searching for nothing in particular."As you w
Michael found his way to Nich's eatery. He dashed in and searched for Elsa. He saw her busy with a customer, so he decided to wait till she was done with what she was doing.Elsa, on the other hand, spotted Michael. He looked worried and tired, she quickly took the orders of the customers and hurried to him. "Michael, what are you doing here?" Elsa asked, holding Michael's arm."Ow," Michael flinched, and Elsa drew her hand back quickly. "I had a fight with Chris." Michael said."Where's he?" Elsa asked."I don't know." Michael breathed, "Can you think of any spell that could bring back his good side?" He asked, watching Elsa's expression."I'll have to get back to you on that. I'm still getting the hang of the psychic thing. " Elsa said, hurrying away to get the customers what they asked for. When Michael got home, he sat on the floor on the front porch. He stared blankly at his front. His face was void of emotions. He had to talk to someone about what he saw in that vision to
"How did you get in here?" She asked, using her hands to cover herself."Your window was open." Michael's eyes were fixed on her body.She became uneasy with the way he stared at her. Her cheeks began to burn. "Turn around." She ordered quickly."Wh... what?" He stuttered, darting his eyes."I said, turn around." She spoke more quietly than she did at first.Michael grinned, understanding what Emily meant. Slowly, he backed her. He gazed out the window as he waited for her to get dressed. "Why are you here?" Michael looked back when he heard the words. He saw that Emily was already dressed, so he turned around and faced her. She pressed her towel against her hair, draining the water out of it."I don't know." He shrugged, and Emily frowned. "When you had me in your arms, I suddenly felt better, comforted, can I stay here a little longer?" He gazed at her with those dreamy brown eyes."Certainly." She nodded with a smile and got on her bed. Michael stood by the window, relaxing on th
A young man was on his way home that night. He was drunk and driving at a high speed, blasting one of his favorite hip-hop songs and singing along to it at a high pitch.He saw a boy standing in the middle of the road, motionless. His face was bowed.The man quickly pressed his legs on the brake and the tires screeched, stopping an inch away from the boy."What is wrong with you?" I could've killed you. " The man yelled, with his head protruding from his window.As the boy remained speechless and motionless, The man unbuckled his seatbelt and came down from his car to check if the boy was alright, but then, he saw a wolf standing in the same spot the boy was a few moments ago, growling at him.He rushed to get in the car but wasn't fast enough as the wolf pounced on him, shredding him with his claws and devouring him with his sharp fangs....Michael and Emily had left the basement, but Giselle requested to stay behind and keep an eye on Jacob.They walked to the living room, where