Wow. Just… wow.
I sat with my laptop on the roof, feeling the breeze rustling my hair. I read over the email again. And again. And again.
Adi
It's your cousin Tory. How've you been? I've been… okay. Nothing much happening out here in Nowheresville, as usual. Whitney signed me up to be a junior 'deb;' I don't even bother trying to get what it's called right. But then, I danced with Jason and Chance there. It was fun until…
Sorry if I seem a bit vague. But that's gonna end now. You remember Hiram, Shelton, and Ben, right? 'Course you do; I attached a picture of the four of us. Well, something happened. We all promised we wouldn't tell anyone, but I convinced them to let me tell one person. You. Not even Kit know, so you better keep you mouth shut.
Something happened. You remember Dr. Karsten? The guy that I'm always telling you hates the four of us? Well, he's dead. And I saw him get killed. Well, technically, I heard him fall to the ground, and we found his body…
Ok, I'm just gonna start from the beginning. I found a dirty dog tag. One from a war. The Vietnam War, to be exact. The four of us broke into Lab 6 (Not that hard, to be honest) and cleaned off the tag to find what it said. While we were in there, Ben heard a dog barking. We investigated, and we found where the barking was coming from.
Can you guess who the dog was? It was Coop, the wolf pup I was telling you about earlier this year.
Anyway, we freed Coop, and took him back to our hidden bunker (you know where it is; I don't have to tell you). He was so sick. Dr. Karsten was performing experiments on him. We nursed him back to help, but soon the four of us started to feel like crap.
Turns out, we were infected with a virus that Coop spread to us. It was a hybrid of two viruses, and the result turned out to be contagious to humans. The result: Parvovirus XBV-19. This might sound crazy, but it altered our DNA. Literally. We have animal-quick reflexes and more hyped-up senses. But they come in "flares," and we are trying to learn to control ourselves.
Dr. Karsten cornered us, he said could help us, and then people killed him. But he could have helped us. During this whole new DNA change, we were solving a murder mystery linked to that dog tag. Turns out Chance's dad (yes, the cute Chance that you were obsessed with) killed someone, and hid the evidence. But we found her bones.
NOW… delete this. Don't let anyone else read this. I want you to come here. You know more about canines and stuff like that than any of us. Maybe you could help us. I haven't told the guys that I asked you to come. It'll be a surprise. Come. I want you to.
-Tory
Tory's a half-wolf girl now? I had to admit, it seemed pretty cool. And she was right about one thing. If she ever wanted to know anything about canines, whether it's wolf-dogs, wolves, or dogs, I'm the girl for the job.
Even though we're not cousins, I knew I needed to go to Morris Island. I had visited there once, and the boys clicked with me instantly. They accepted me into the group, or should I say "pack."
I leaned back on the tiles of the roof, admiring the sky. I thought about Tory, and her friends. Her pack. Seems so coincidental considering the incident that happened here... I shook my head. "Now is not the time to start thinking about that," I scolded myself.
I clicked 'reply,' then started typing.
Tor,
This better not be a joke. Although if it were, I'd be glad to come and visit anyway.
I have some information that might be useful, even though I don't know what you're looking for. I'll bring some of my gear, but I don't know if I'll be any help.
Also, I have some news of my own to share with you. I need to tell you in person. My story/news will probably sound just as insane as yours did, but I still want to tell you in person. See you soon.
Adi ;)
I closed my laptop, and breathed in the fresh night air. How would I explain what had happened to me to make it seem like I wasn't crazy either? I could show them, but it would be strange.
Canine Parvo. If the virus that Tory caught was transmitted by a wolf-dog, then it would have to have some canine roots in it. If I could find the other half (mental note, ask Tory later), then I could up probable outcomes of mixing the two. Different ways to find antidotes.
And then maybe I could find something to cure myself. That would be an added bonus.
I climbed back into my room through the window. If I took a bus early tomorrow morning, I could make it to Charleston by the afternoon. I could meet up with Tory, and learn the truth behind the virus.
The only thing that stood in my way was getting out of this prison of a home.
Sooooooo, what did you think? It's one of my first stories, so please don't kill me if it was bad. Reviews would be nice, please? Bye!
-Lil' Mo