To Survive

To Survive

Postby Carl » September 8th, 2012, 12:22 am

I assume this board is not just for off-topic fan fiction, as I have seen some random things here, but correct me if I'm wrong. This is a not so original story that was written in boredom. I know it's not especially creative, but I just wanted to write something really quickly to get back into it. So if you read it, I hope you enjoy, and I would welcome any criticism or questions. :)

Also, as a disclaimer, there is violence and blood in this story.

To Survive: show
The night air was stagnant. The clouds drifted gently through the sky, the stars twinkled. I unbuckled my belt and tossed it aside. Tonight it would happen again; I couldn't believe I'd let it sneak up on me. It was the thing I hated most about myself. It was something I couldn't change, every month, this happened. I turned a steely glare towards the shining round moon overhead.

"Curse me no more!" I shouted at it desperately. At first, I thought my shout had hit home; I didn't feel the usual uneasiness that always precedes the event. Not daring to believe my curse was so easily reversed, I stood still, my heart racing, listening carefully for any sound. The sound of a twig snapping to my left. I cast my eyes in that direction. It was the one person I was most desperate to keep this curse a secret from. The person I- I dare not use the word, I dare not experience the feeling. I could not stand here and let my person see, but even now, I could feel the nausea setting in.

Without a word, I turned and sprinted away. I dodged through the trees, my heart pounding as I desperately tried to get away. A shiver ran down my spine, and I felt the first involuntary muscle twitches. Somehow able to hear the running footsteps of my person chasing after me over the sound of my racing heart and my own heavy footfalls, I pushed myself to run faster. I couldn't let my person see me like this. A sharp pain all over my body- it was starting. The transformation had begun. Overwhelmed by the pain, I crumpled to the ground, my abdomen heaving as my body morphed into another one. I shut my eyes tight so I wouldn't see the hair growing, or the claws or the snout.

My clothes tightened against my bulging body and began to tear. The waves of pain and transformation rolling through me made it very difficult for me to hear it, the sound of a startled gasp. I opened my eyes, saw the snout, saw the dirt beneath my claws; looked up and saw the horrified expression on your face. This wasn't a good time, I doubted I could explain, but I didn't want you to fear me. I had to try.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you!" I gasped through the pain, staring into your eyes. Please believe me, I'm not a monster, I'm not a killer, please don't look at me like that... The fright and wonder mingled in those deep brown eyes for only a moment before horror was all that was left.

"Monster!"

Your cry as you turned tail and fled pained me. A dagger to my heart. And yet I couldn't let you go. I rose, the transformation complete enough that I could move. I didn't bother taking a moment to adjust to my new digitigrade legs or the different shape of my body, I just ran after you. I needed to make you understand. For a second, you disappeared into the forest, obscured by foliage and shrubbery. But you couldn't hide from me for very long. My new nose traced your scent, my keen ears tracked the sounds as you fled, panic-stricken. Humans are such noisy creatures.

Slow creatures, too. In a matter of seconds, perhaps a minute or two, I was close enough that you were just out of reach. And the next moment, we broke free of the cover of the dense trees, my paw pads hitting the rough pavement of winding road, my claws clicking as they struck it. Your brother's pick-up was parked here, and he jumped between us, aiming a pistol at me. At me. Your friend. I froze, breathing hard.

"Please," I implored you, "I would never hurt you. I may look like a monster, but I'm still just a person."

I don't think either of you understood a word I said. Your brother pulled the trigger. Reflexively, I lunged towards him, taking the bullet just below my collar bone and close to my right shoulder as I tried to knock the gun away from him. I caught his hands, and even as I turned the weapon away from myself, barely feeling my bleeding wound, it fired again, this time into the air. We struggled over the weapon only briefly before it flew away from his hand and skidded across the ground. I glanced past him, saw your horrified expression. No, this wasn't supposed to happen.

A fist struck me on the snout while I was distracted. More startled than wounded from the blow, I staggered backwards. That's when he tackled me. Still caught off guard by the last blow, I toppled to the ground. We wrestled on the ground. A glimmer of light as a blade appeared in his hand- where had that come from?- he intended to kill me. Fighting for my life, I cast aside thought and let my instincts take hold. A low growling began in my throat, and I ended him with a quick blow.

I shoved his body off of myself and rose, covered now in more blood than my own. I turned, ready to disappear back into the woods, but a little click behind me alerted me to your presence- and the pistol in your hands. You pulled the trigger, and even though I cared deeply for you, I had no choice. Though it pained me to do so, I charged forward. Your bullet struck me in the left side of my chest. By all rights, I should have died. But I am not a natural being. I struck you down as swiftly as I had taken out your brother. I never wanted any of this to happen. I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to kill you.

I turned and fled into the forest, looking down at my bloodstained hands. I had not killed a man before tonight. I had never hurt anyone, because I had always been in control before. What had been different this time? What was it that had caused me to chase after you? I had only wanted to show you I meant no harm. I had only wanted to belong here. Now I could never return.

Remember who you are, I told myself, I am a monster, and I shall never belong anywhere. For one like me, there was only one thing to do in life. And that was to survive.
Carl

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