((Diclaimer: I do not own the characters in the story. Except Marlo DeMarcus…. Ehm…. I shall continue now lovelies!))
Marlo fidgeted in her desk. Her whole body ached with a light pain she couldn't place. She was a senior at Riverforest high school, and in the top ten percent of her class. Her hand moved lightly over the overly sized textbook as she felt a stabbing pain in her stomach. She got out of her seat and picked up the blue pass that sat on top of the bookshelf. As she shut the door she felt the pain deeper in her gut. She grunted and gripped her abdomen.
Going past the assistant principal's office to the bathroom just past that, the pain hit her a third time. It was unbearable. Only steps from the bathroom she felt the fourth and most horrible pain she'd ever experienced. Not being able to take it anymore she fell onto the floor in a sprawling mass. Her whole body heaving with a excruciating spasm deep inside of her.
"Are you alright?" A distant voice neared her. Marlo writhed with pain. She passed out there on the floor…
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A couple of hours later a white room greeted chocolate brown eyes.
A couple of unfamiliar people stood around. Marlo blinked the blurriness away. "Wh-where am I?" The people had been talking amongst themselves and hadn't noticed she was awake, until now.
"You're at St. Mungo's, love." A female doctor came forward. Her crisp British accent graced Marlo's ears, comforting her slightly. Her blonde hair was done in soft curls that bounced slightly as she marched towards her. "I'm Serena Laurence." Her blue eyes sparkled like a summer sky. Serena's black, pinstripe slacks and white button-up shirt were neatly ironed and made her look very distinguished.
"Where's my family? Where on earth is St. Mungo's located? Who are all these people? What just happened to me?" Marlo bombarded Serena with questions.
"Slow down… Let me answer your questions before you give me more." Serena smiled, hiding something. "Alright. St. Mungo's is in England. All these people are here because of the extraordinary thing that happened to you. You are the only known full-blooded werewolf that is alive today."
Marlo began to chuckled. "Very funny. Seriously what happened?"
"I'm not kidding Ms. DeMarcus. You are a werewolf… Do you want to see what happened after you passed out?"
"Humor me." Marlo laughed even harder.
They pulled out a tape. The woman didn't seem to know how to use it. She pulled out a piece of wood that was well polished and carved into a skinny cylinder. She pointed it at the tape and an image appeared above it.
It was Marlo. Running toward the bathroom. Before she got there, she doubled over, clutching her stomach. She fell over. A young man came forward. He yelled for help and checked Marlo's pulse. Writhing in pain, she realized that this was the part where she lost consciousness. A tall man with white-blond hair came forward and yelled for the boy to get to his class. The boy did as he was told and the principal with the blond hair pulled out a stick much like Serena's and pointed it at Marlo he seemed to know what was going to happen. She lay there writhing. Then her bones began to shift. Her body, still uncontrollable, stiffened up and began to change. Hair began to grow from all over her body. Her bones began to shift. Her spine curved to that much like a dog's. Her elbows began to change direction. She began to grow a tail and her snout began to grow out. Fully changed into half-wolf, half-human she leaped for the principal. He dodged her and a light came from the end of his stick. It hit the strange half-breed in the side and she fell over.
At this point Serena took her stick away. Marlo sat on the bed in shock. Now that she thought about it there was a weird aching in her bones. "I- I-… That was me?"
"Yes." Serena nodded lightly.
"Why am I in England? Where are my parents?"
"You are in England because we want to do a little research on you. Your parents are on their way via muggle airplane. They still don't know what is wrong with you."
Suddenly she got a deep stabbing pain in her stomach again. "Here's that pain again."
"You won't change. We've given you wolfsbane. That pain will come and go." Serena touched Marlo's forhead checking for a fever.
"What's the difference between a full blooded werewolf and a regular werewolf?"
"Well a full blooded werewolf was born that way. They were born on a full moon and their parents were both werewolves. Except the difference is that they don't become a a wolf until they have fully-grown. Then, as rumor has it, the soul of a person, recently deceased, comes into them once they've just finished the last of childhood. That deceased being will then become their wolfside. And on full moons that side will come out and take them over. Leaving them even less control then a regular werewolf. With more power and speed than any other creature on earth." Serena stood there for a second letting Marlo get all of this sunk in.
Just then a very efficient looking woman in a witch's hat and green, flowing robe came in. Her black hair was pulled up in a tight bun and her thin rimmed glasses hung low on her strong nose. She was followed by a man with graying sandy blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. His had deep scars in his pre-maturely aged face. He was worn and rough looking. He surveyed Marlo. She did the same, allready liking this man's kind face.
"Are you Marlo DeMarcus?" The woman came to her bedside.
Author's
note:
Thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoyed it. If
any of my friends read this then you might get some of the things I
did… Such as the high school name. big grin I enjoyed writing it
and I hope to write another. I think I'll post even if you don't
give me any reviews. I just do this to help out my writing. I'll
start writing the second chapter as soon as I finish this one and get
it posted. I've got ideas for this character. She makes me
happeh. Shares my first name too.
3 Marlo!
