Hey guys! I started this story two years ago and haven't touched it since, so I don't know how good it is, but since I have ten chapters of it already, I thought I'd post it.
Chapter 1: The White-Haired Girl
Tears streamed down her face as she ran far, far away from that place. There was no way she could ever go back there again - they would only see her as a freak. Humans were not supposed to look like this, not ever. She sobbed, letting out all agony and pain that had been pent up inside of her. How did things get so out of hand? In retrospect, she knew that she ran the risk of becoming what she was now. But she did not let the opportunity slip away. No, her hunger for success had fogged her usually clear thinking. The thirst for wanting to have the power to control life won over her inhibitions. And now here she was, regretting she had ever gotten herself involved. The streets were unusually dark at this time of night. All the lights were off, and the only source of light came from the moon, which cast eerie shadows on the walls. The cool air cut through her lab coat, making her shiver. It was only in the sixties, but to the girl, it felt much colder. The wind made a slight swooshing sound as it blew past her ears, as though it was whispering in them tauntingly, reminding her of what she had done.
The only living soul she had seen was her reflection in the puddles as her feet angrily sloshed through them. But no matter how hard she tried to get away, it would always follow her to the next one, and she would purposely kick through it again. The person she had seen just that morning in the mirror was not the same person in the puddle. She had changed; her whole life had changed in almost an instant. Her white lab was coat still on, which only made her flaws more noticeable. The light from the moon gave her silky hair a ghostly shimmer, and caused her milk-white skin to glow. Someone would have to spot her soon, but she couldn't take that chance.
She turned the next corner and that's when she saw it: a wolf. She could hear the misery in the wolf's voice as it cried at the moon; she could feel its loneliness, its desire for a companion. The sight made her stop abruptly and had entranced her. She could not take her eyes off the creature. The creature, hearing something approach it, turned to look at the girl. Its amber-colored eyes stared at her and the creature froze. It did not bark, or howl, or snarl. It simply gazed upon her with a peculiar expression; one she had not seen from an animal before, almost…humanlike. The girl quickly shook her head; she was merely seeing things. She glanced back at the wolf, which was still watching her with an inquisitive expression. Then suddenly, she could hear a heart pounding. This heart rate was faster; it couldn't possibly be hers. The girl wondered if it was coming from another human nearby, but when she looked around; the only living thing that she could see was the wolf.
Its gaze was intense, as though it was trying to peer into her own soul. Rationally, it wasn't right. She knew better than to assume something based on just a feeling without any facts. But it felt so real; something was happening to her. And she was sure the wolf had caused it. Suddenly, an earsplitting, high-pitched buzzing cut through the sound of the wolf's heartbeat. Pain washed over her as the shrillness if the sound inhabited her head. The sound was unbearable. She fell to the ground on her knees and squeezed her head with her hands, trying to block out the sound. She felt dizzy and disoriented, except this time it was different. It was as if the ground or the sky or anything simply did not exist.
Then she heard several whispers, but she could not make out what they were saying. She scanned the scene to make sure she and the wolf were alone, but it dawned on her that she indeed was not alone. She became extremely sensitive to her surroundings, as though she were experiencing the world in an entirely different way. New scents wafted through her nose and even the smallest noise, such as the rustling of a mouse scurrying back into its hole was easily audible to her.
Her eyes rested on a small dove sitting atop of a garbage can. It was staring at her with the same expression that the wolf had given her. Its beady bird eyes had a more expressive look to them; a look of inquiry and knowledge. She knew it was definitely not the look of a typical bird. She saw a mouse that had been nibbling on some crumbs on the ground, but now was staring at her with the same curious expression. It wasn't just the wolf anymore; all the animals had become more aware of her presence. There was only one thing she was certain about at that moment: she was the one that was causing it.