Well, well, well! Here is a preliminary version of my first chapter. Please give suggestions! I will most definately revise it based on the suggestions I recieve, so bash it all you want. Basically, we're talking about Leevant, a 16 year old kid living in a seemingly normal world (this isn't set in a normal BR universe, but keeps the concept of zoanthropic morphing. as a matter of fact, I doubt I will ever use the word 'zoanthrope' since it is, after all, an alternate universe fic. other than the fact that an extremely slight amount of the overall population has the zoanthropic ability, and those that do have it don't really know what it is or why they have it, we're talking the world as we know it. hopefully this will keep it somewhat realistic as compared to fics actually set in the BR universe.)
Anyways, the lines in italics are THOUGHTS, not LYRICS. REPEAT, NOT LYRICS!!!! Well, with that in mind, read and give your suggestions for my mysterious first chapter!
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There was a monster inside him.
That was the only explanation. The only explanation as to why things were the way they were. An explanation as to why, for years, Leevant felt special. Not 'special', like how children are told they are all 'special'. Not 'special', as in retarded. Leevant wasn't an idiot. But, for as long as he could remember.... he was the only one, out of everyone... the only one....
But how was that possible? God chose him, out of everyone, to be the way he was. Was he really special? Or, perhaps.... perhaps that was the way that people are, and nobody tells anyone else? Leevant didn't paticularly like the thought of everyone on Earth having the same secret. It didn't make sense. Alot of things didn't make sense. Leevant didn't like it when things didn't make sense.
Do I deserve this.... 'power'?
Right now it just seems like a burden.
Maybe I'm being punished....
For what, though?
The 'power' (as he called it) did seem to be more of a burden now. Leevant wished he didn't have it. Since he did, however, he felt like he was diffrent from everybody else in the world. Alone. Within a bustling neighborhood, with tons of freinds, Leevant felt alone.
I don't want to be diffrent.
I want to be normal.
They say that with all good things comes a bad side. With all powers, there comes responsibilty. Leevant didn't WANT this responsibility. He didn't WANT this bad side. However, he was stuck with who he was. He couldn't change it now.
I just want to be...
I want to be.... someone else...
Leevant knew that he had been created diffrent. He knew, that there should be some reason. His 'power' scared him, though. He wondered. Wondered about everything...
What is the reason?
To Leevant, if there really was one, it wasn't making itself very clear.
What did I do to deserve this?
You could say that Leevant was a very unique person. He could....'change'. He didn't know what to call it. All he knew was that he could become something else. A monster... perhaps... although, to be specific, it quite resembled a wolf. He wondered if he was, indeed, a werewolf.
But, werewolves don't remember anything when they change.. which is always.... under a full moon...
Leevant wasn't under the full moon when he did it. He also found that he could induce this 'change' whenever he really wanted to. It wouldn't last forever, of course. He quickly became tired, which forced him to go back to normal. He knew. He had tried it out many times. Many times since that day.... when it first happened.
The day that he first changed... it was a Tuesday... Leevant remembered.... and he was getting pushed around. 'Bullies' was a dumb word. It made someone sound too innocent. Perhaps they should be called monsters. Leevant was being pushed around by monsters... yet wasn't he one himself?
Leevant quickly found his temper rising. He had ignored it all before. Ignored it, every day. Ignored the threats, ignored the pain, ignored the teasing. Leevant wasn't one to fight. Yet, Leevant, the simple, hapless teenager who 'ignored' all that ailed him, found that he could ignore no longer.
And so, he changed. He didn't even mean to - his body just... He felt the fur growing around his enlarging body; he felt the claws come out where there were none before. He felt... the power. He liked the power. He hated the power. The power... it was his enemy; it was his freind. But it changed him.
I knew I was special.
I just didn't know....how...............
From that day forth, Leevant knew.
Anyways, the lines in italics are THOUGHTS, not LYRICS. REPEAT, NOT LYRICS!!!! Well, with that in mind, read and give your suggestions for my mysterious first chapter!
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There was a monster inside him.
That was the only explanation. The only explanation as to why things were the way they were. An explanation as to why, for years, Leevant felt special. Not 'special', like how children are told they are all 'special'. Not 'special', as in retarded. Leevant wasn't an idiot. But, for as long as he could remember.... he was the only one, out of everyone... the only one....
But how was that possible? God chose him, out of everyone, to be the way he was. Was he really special? Or, perhaps.... perhaps that was the way that people are, and nobody tells anyone else? Leevant didn't paticularly like the thought of everyone on Earth having the same secret. It didn't make sense. Alot of things didn't make sense. Leevant didn't like it when things didn't make sense.
Do I deserve this.... 'power'?
Right now it just seems like a burden.
Maybe I'm being punished....
For what, though?
The 'power' (as he called it) did seem to be more of a burden now. Leevant wished he didn't have it. Since he did, however, he felt like he was diffrent from everybody else in the world. Alone. Within a bustling neighborhood, with tons of freinds, Leevant felt alone.
I don't want to be diffrent.
I want to be normal.
They say that with all good things comes a bad side. With all powers, there comes responsibilty. Leevant didn't WANT this responsibility. He didn't WANT this bad side. However, he was stuck with who he was. He couldn't change it now.
I just want to be...
I want to be.... someone else...
Leevant knew that he had been created diffrent. He knew, that there should be some reason. His 'power' scared him, though. He wondered. Wondered about everything...
What is the reason?
To Leevant, if there really was one, it wasn't making itself very clear.
What did I do to deserve this?
You could say that Leevant was a very unique person. He could....'change'. He didn't know what to call it. All he knew was that he could become something else. A monster... perhaps... although, to be specific, it quite resembled a wolf. He wondered if he was, indeed, a werewolf.
But, werewolves don't remember anything when they change.. which is always.... under a full moon...
Leevant wasn't under the full moon when he did it. He also found that he could induce this 'change' whenever he really wanted to. It wouldn't last forever, of course. He quickly became tired, which forced him to go back to normal. He knew. He had tried it out many times. Many times since that day.... when it first happened.
The day that he first changed... it was a Tuesday... Leevant remembered.... and he was getting pushed around. 'Bullies' was a dumb word. It made someone sound too innocent. Perhaps they should be called monsters. Leevant was being pushed around by monsters... yet wasn't he one himself?
Leevant quickly found his temper rising. He had ignored it all before. Ignored it, every day. Ignored the threats, ignored the pain, ignored the teasing. Leevant wasn't one to fight. Yet, Leevant, the simple, hapless teenager who 'ignored' all that ailed him, found that he could ignore no longer.
And so, he changed. He didn't even mean to - his body just... He felt the fur growing around his enlarging body; he felt the claws come out where there were none before. He felt... the power. He liked the power. He hated the power. The power... it was his enemy; it was his freind. But it changed him.
I knew I was special.
I just didn't know....how...............
From that day forth, Leevant knew.
