Control is Overrated

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Chapter I: Losing Control…

"I don't know where the line is anymore…"

Leaving Willow had been the hardest thing that Oz had ever done, but he was increasingly certain that it had been necessary. With every full moon he experienced he was growing more and more restless and out of control.

Even in his human form Oz was beginning to feel the restlessness, the wildness creeping into his behaviour. He stared at the extremely rare steak that sat on the table in front of him, knowing that he would normally be unable to stomach something so undercooked and also knowing that now it had set his mouth watering. He shuddered and began to eat.

The journey from Sunnydale, California to New Jersey had been a taxing one. He had originally intended to fly there, hearing that there was a force in New Jersey that kept the local baddies in line, but that had proven impossible. The wolf had railed at the idea of being penned up in a tiny plane with no real control over what was going on. He hadn't even been able to buy himself a ticket, he had been that chilled by the idea. Instead, Oz had been forced to head across the country using whatever modes of transport had been available to him, often-times his own feet.

Still, finally he was there… And now he heard that the people had been searching for had been driven off by a bunch of locals called the Addamses. Oz felt an irrational surge of rage swell within him at the thought. Everything in him was screaming to take out his frustration on someone, anyone, else and simply get it out. Oz somehow maintained his stoic exterior and chewed down his dinner to distract himself.

The desire to act, to do something, was becoming unquenchable. He thought once more about the monks he'd heard of in Tibet, but he still could not bring himself to get on a plane. No, he would have to find some sort of cure in North America. A plane simply wasn't… it just wouldn't do. It wouldn't do at all.

Oz glanced at the calendar that hung on the wall of the diner. It was the full moon again tonight, which explained why all of his urges were so very raw. He had to find a place to lock himself away, to keep the other people safe from him. His stomach roiled at the thought of being penned in again, but he clamped down fiercely upon the sensation. He would not hurt anyone. He had to be safe.

A faint howl rent the air, causing the Addams Family to glance up from their dinner. Gomez, Fester and Pugsley grinned at the sound, looking forward to a new complication in their everyday lives; something that would hopefully drive away the humdrum that was normality.

Morticia, of course, offered a serene smile at the sound whilst Wednesday looked utterly unruffled. It was Morticia who spoke first. "I do believe there is a werewolf in the area, darling. We shall have to give it a proper welcome to the neighbourhood."

Gomez's pointed grin would have driven most of his neighbourhood screaming in terror. "Quite right, my dear. It promises to be an enjoyable time."

Somewhere within the mind of the werewolf, Oz shuddered in terror. He had just managed to free himself from the pen that he had designed to hopefully protect the locals from his alter ego. Apparently the other guy had some different ideas. Oz could only watch helplessly from the proverbial back seat as the werewolf that he had become ran free. He silently prayed that no one would be around, on this night. There was a werewolf on the prowl…

And here we go again…

Jasper