"Quantum Moon Rising"
by,
Bunny
Sam Beckett looked around as the blue electricity cleared to see he was in some kind of medieval-looking dungeon-type place. But, he knew that *couldn't* be it, as he heard the sounds of some heavy-metal band blaring from a nearby stereo.
Picking up the C.D. on top, he read aloud, "Marilyn Manson? Oh, boy..."
Sam walked to a mirror and saw he was in the body of a young, pale boy with jet-black, spikey hair, and a black silk shirt over black chinos. It was all rather loose-fitting, but not to the point where it bagged or didn't stay where it should... Just enough to hide the physique, or tell if there was one there at all...
"Huh... I'm a... um... what's that word?"
Sam crinkled his brow, looking down at the desk, and saw a newsletter from "Gothic Fantasy Guild".
"Goth? I'm a goth?"
Suddenly, the chamber door opened with a large flash of light, and Al stepped out, eyeing him carefully.
"Al?"
"Hey! That's my kid you're in! Get out of there!"
Sam rolled his eyes at Al.
"I didn't come here on purpose, and you never told me your son used to be into all this goth stuff..."
"What used to be?"
"Wait, he's all grown and *still*---"
"Sammy, you're in the same year I am..."
Sam looked at Al incredulously for a second, and jumped up in the air, giving a large whoop.
"Al!!! Do you know what this *means*???"
"Yeah, it means *obviously* somethin's wrong at home, and Ziggy can't *tell* me about it because it hasn't *happened* yet..."
"Al, *no*! It means I can come *home*!"
Al looked at him for a minute, then smiled.
"Ya think?"
"Yeah, ask Ziggy, see what she says, go on..."
Al began furiously punching buttons onto his handlink, and then the door swung open and Sam observed a blonde girl and a boy with a letterman jacket walk in.
"Hey-a, Merton." the boy greeted cheefully.
"Uh... hi..." Sam said, looking furtively at Al.
"Oh, um, that's Merton's friends--- Lori and Tommy."
"Merton, you okay? You're looking at me weird."
"Y-yeah, fine... just fine... Lori."
Lori and Tommy exchanged glances.
But, Sam was saved from having to answer as the door swung open and a guy of about twenty-five walked in.
"Who's the geek?" Al wondered aloud.
"Howie, what are you doing here? I tol' you guys to stay at your syndicate." Tommy said, sounding highly pissed.
"Leader, we have... news."
"What kind of news?" Sam asked him warily.
"Oh, geez, my boy's hangin' out with a *cult*... that's just *peachy*..."
"It has come time for Leader to claim his mate."
"I haven't *chosen* one yet, and that's *none* of your concern!" Tommy growled, wolfing out.
Sam's eyes got huge.
Al's eyes widened more when the information came up on the handlink.
"Okay, so it's not a cult... Tommy's a werewolf; in fact, leader of the local pack, but it seems he's one of the good guys..."
"Leader, the pack had a vision. We have seen your destined mate. I thought you should *know*, because the rules state that if you do *not* claim her by the next full moon, you forfiet her to the pack..."
Howie left the picture on the desk and slipped quietly out.
Tommy picked up the picture and they all gathered 'round him to look.
It was a sketching of a young, pretty girl, wearing what looked like a penguior and standing in mist or fog or something; hair looking windswept...
"Becky?" Lori burst out finally, smacking Tommy on the arm. "Your 'destined mate' is *Becky*?!"
by,
Bunny
Sam Beckett looked around as the blue electricity cleared to see he was in some kind of medieval-looking dungeon-type place. But, he knew that *couldn't* be it, as he heard the sounds of some heavy-metal band blaring from a nearby stereo.
Picking up the C.D. on top, he read aloud, "Marilyn Manson? Oh, boy..."
Sam walked to a mirror and saw he was in the body of a young, pale boy with jet-black, spikey hair, and a black silk shirt over black chinos. It was all rather loose-fitting, but not to the point where it bagged or didn't stay where it should... Just enough to hide the physique, or tell if there was one there at all...
"Huh... I'm a... um... what's that word?"
Sam crinkled his brow, looking down at the desk, and saw a newsletter from "Gothic Fantasy Guild".
"Goth? I'm a goth?"
Suddenly, the chamber door opened with a large flash of light, and Al stepped out, eyeing him carefully.
"Al?"
"Hey! That's my kid you're in! Get out of there!"
Sam rolled his eyes at Al.
"I didn't come here on purpose, and you never told me your son used to be into all this goth stuff..."
"What used to be?"
"Wait, he's all grown and *still*---"
"Sammy, you're in the same year I am..."
Sam looked at Al incredulously for a second, and jumped up in the air, giving a large whoop.
"Al!!! Do you know what this *means*???"
"Yeah, it means *obviously* somethin's wrong at home, and Ziggy can't *tell* me about it because it hasn't *happened* yet..."
"Al, *no*! It means I can come *home*!"
Al looked at him for a minute, then smiled.
"Ya think?"
"Yeah, ask Ziggy, see what she says, go on..."
Al began furiously punching buttons onto his handlink, and then the door swung open and Sam observed a blonde girl and a boy with a letterman jacket walk in.
"Hey-a, Merton." the boy greeted cheefully.
"Uh... hi..." Sam said, looking furtively at Al.
"Oh, um, that's Merton's friends--- Lori and Tommy."
"Merton, you okay? You're looking at me weird."
"Y-yeah, fine... just fine... Lori."
Lori and Tommy exchanged glances.
But, Sam was saved from having to answer as the door swung open and a guy of about twenty-five walked in.
"Who's the geek?" Al wondered aloud.
"Howie, what are you doing here? I tol' you guys to stay at your syndicate." Tommy said, sounding highly pissed.
"Leader, we have... news."
"What kind of news?" Sam asked him warily.
"Oh, geez, my boy's hangin' out with a *cult*... that's just *peachy*..."
"It has come time for Leader to claim his mate."
"I haven't *chosen* one yet, and that's *none* of your concern!" Tommy growled, wolfing out.
Sam's eyes got huge.
Al's eyes widened more when the information came up on the handlink.
"Okay, so it's not a cult... Tommy's a werewolf; in fact, leader of the local pack, but it seems he's one of the good guys..."
"Leader, the pack had a vision. We have seen your destined mate. I thought you should *know*, because the rules state that if you do *not* claim her by the next full moon, you forfiet her to the pack..."
Howie left the picture on the desk and slipped quietly out.
Tommy picked up the picture and they all gathered 'round him to look.
It was a sketching of a young, pretty girl, wearing what looked like a penguior and standing in mist or fog or something; hair looking windswept...
"Becky?" Lori burst out finally, smacking Tommy on the arm. "Your 'destined mate' is *Becky*?!"