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Chapter One: Vivosaurs
Scratching at my arm for the umpteenth time in five minutes, I looked down to the red bumps showing up on my flesh from the excessive scratching of the irritated skin. I sighed, knowing the burning and tingling sensation would come back soon.
"John, please tell me you didn't scratch the skin right off your arm, did you?"
Looking up at my mother standing in the doorway watching me, I shook my head and replied, "No. Nothing I do to soothe the itching is working for me! It's driving me crazy!" Moving close to where I sat on the bed, she took my arm and stroked her hand over it, a motion that helped soothe me when I was little.
We sat like this for some time, the two of us observing each other until Mom broke the silence by saying, "I think you grew since yesterday." I shrugged. "I am a growing boy, you know. Ain't gonna stay pocket sized forever, no matter how much you want me to," I said, getting rewarded with a laugh.
"Oh, I wish you would. You were so cute when you were little!" Mom cooed at me and I rolled my eyes, scratching at my arm again.
"Stop that!" Mom chided, slapping at my hand.
"I can't help it! It itches!" I whined childishly, getting off the bed and reaching around to claw at my back, desperate to relieve the tingling sensation in my back.
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"Rob, we have to do something about John. I'm getting worried about him."
"Diana, the boy's just going through a phase. Give him a bit of time and he'll get over it."
"Yeah? When you hit puberty, you were a walking hormone looking to lay every pretty girl you saw, you didn't complain about being itchy."
"Itchy?"
"Yeah, that's what he said. Plus, I think he grew another four inches."
"If you guys have something to say about me, you could at least say it to my face," I said irritably, walking into the room.
"God, what in the world did you do, John? Roll around in a patch of poison ivy?" Dad asked, regarding the red patches of inflamed skin covering me from head to toe.
"I feel like it," I moaned, scratching my head.
A few days passed and I'm still itching. It had spread to every place one is inclined to scratch... even the ones people aren't so inclined to. I also continued to grow and places on my body broke out with something that turned my skin hard and dark colored.
(Diana's POV)
"Hello?"
"Hey, Steven. It's been a long time since we talked. How's Vivosaur Island treating you?" I said casually, grinning when the man on the other end exclaimed in recognition.
"Diana! It's so good to hear from you! How's Rob and Johnny boy?" Steven said happily.
"They're doing fine, but I'm concerned about John. He's been scratching himself all over and experiencing growth spurts like you wouldn't believe! He's grown almost a foot in the past week," I said.
"Have you gotten a good look at the places he's been irritated with? This is important that you do and I may know the reason behind it, but I'd have to see him to be sure," he said, a serious tone coming to his voice.
"... Well, John's skin has broken out in some kind of hives or something and he keeps messing with it," I replied, growing concerned with what's happening to my baby.
"That's it. I'm coming out there to see him myself. I think I may know what's happening," Steven said, his tone suggesting there's nothing to be said that can change his mind.
"Stevie, wait. What do you think is happening to my baby?" I asked.
"I believe John is a Vivosaur. I'll be heading out your way with a team, so expect an appearance soon. In the meantime, keep a watchful eye on your boy for anything new and out of the ordinary behavior." With that, he hung up and the phone fell to the floor. A Vivosaur. Of all the things that was happening to John, he's turning into a Vivosaur. I bit back a sob and sank to the floor, and watched as the men of the house walked into the room and came to my side.
"What happened? Was your friend no help?" Rob asked, pulling me into a lopsided hug.
"John, you need to go. There's something your father and I need to discuss in private," I whispered, shooing the baffled teen out of the room before turning to face my husband. I held up a hand before he could speak and whispered the news into his ear.
"He thinks that's what's wrong with John?"
"Said he's coming out with a team to make certain that's what it is," I whispered, leaning against his shoulder.
"And Johnny boy ain't gonna be so cooperative with him. You know how he is with doctors," Rob sighed.
"That's not what I'm concerned about. I cringe to find out how he's going to react to what we think is happening to him."
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(John's POV)
Reclining on the couch, I closed my eyes contentedly and listened to the goings on in the house. Just when sleep was about to overtake me, a knock at the door startled me from my almost drifting to sleep on the couch.
"It's for you," I said as Mom walked past to answer it.
"Steve! It's so good to see you!" Mom's happy voice exclaimed followed by footsteps walking back into to room.
"Hey, Johnny boy! You remember me?" a man asked, walking into the living room with Mom and a group of five other men.
"No. How do you know me?" I asked suspiciously, watching as the man came closer and took a seat nearest mine and let his eyes roam over my form, making me shift uncomfortably in my place on the couch.
"I'm Steve, but you'd probably know me better as Dr. Diggins," he said with a smile. Recognition dawned on me at the name. "I thought you were only working on Vivosaurs or something," I said, straightening myself to see the man better.
"True, but your mother was worried about your break outs and new-found height," he said haltingly, sensing he was now treading on sensitive ground. "You think I'm a Vivosaur? How do you think that?" I asked incredulously, giving the man my full attention.
"Give me your hand. I want to show you something," he said firmly and I extended my hand to him, allowing him to ghost his fingers over the dark patches of skin. "This is how you know it. Your skin is turning to scales," he said, letting go of my arm.
"Let me see your back," one of the other men ordered, indicating my shirt.
I scowled, not at all liking getting ordered around by total strangers Mom let into the house. "Or what?" I challenged, sensing challenging him was a bad idea, but I didn't care.
The man bristled. "I'll come over there and take it off of you myself," he threatened, taking a menacing step forward. I held my ground. "You don't scare me," I said calmly, regarding the older man as anger boiled inside him.
He didn't say anything else, reaching over and throwing me off the couch. I was soon on my feet, ready to attack, but a sudden sharp pain running up and down my spine stopped me. I felt one of the men behind me lift my shirt to expose my back and was silent for a moment before announcing, "Premature spines are piercing the skin. John's a Spinax."
"Number twenty in the list of identified Vivosaurs, air type. This should be interesting," Diggins observed.
"I'd predict he's gonna be changing pretty soon. Maybe in the next few days," another chimed in.
Utterly confused and overwhelmed by all the information, I quickly left the room, ignoring the calls of Diggins and Mom as they tried to get me to come back.
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