Werewolf in London
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Chapter 1:
Life Changer
I used to think that supernatural creatures belonged in films and television shows and what not, films like Twilight and The Vampire Diaries, they are the two big shows that feature and produce that sort of genre, and man was I wrong.
My life was pretty cool, about 87.9% of the time; I wasn't the most popular kid in school, well I was popular amongst my friends, I wasn't one of them so called high school jocks, which had the beautiful girl and the expensive sports car and inherited their parent's fortune.
I was between being an outcast and a rebel, that's what I like to think of my current school status, roughly I had about 12 friends, 6 guy friends and then 6 girl friends or mates.
They were a cool bunch, always got my back, supporting me through any decision, helping me when I had a problem, things were smooth, going real smooth…
Until last month everything changed…
Something extraordinary happened to me in November, I can't say what though because I don't remember a thing about the 'Accident', but what happened had a massive impact on my life and my popularity began to rise like a skyscraper.
It all began on a Monday morning at school, we had P.E, and I loved P.E, I loved sport but previously, I wasn't always that fit enough, I had stamina problems, I was a brilliant footballer but I was lacking that key ingredient.
Anyways, we were putting our kits on, when my friend Kashmir noticed something unusual about my appearance, he eyed me suspiciously, and surely he wasn't gay was he?
"What's up man?" I asked him, he rubbed his eyes and asked me;
"Dude when did you get such a defined six pack? Like a proper six pack?" he asked me, I laughed and replied;
"Kash, I haven't got a six-"I cut myself off, and looked in the mirror, what the hell had happened to my body? I had a six pack and not some crappy one that people can't be bothered to finish; I was ripped, not majorly like bodybuilders but my physique had changed dramatically.
Then things got ugly; real ugly.
On the left side of my torso was this massive bandage or white strap and it had a load of blood splattered directly in the middle; the blood had created like a unique shape or mark and it looked really freaky.
"How did that happen?" Kash asked; I honestly couldn't remember.
I scratched my head and shrugged my shoulders; I looked in the mirror and stared at my new physique that I could never have dreamed of.
Suddenly I clutched my ears, a loud ringing sound was emitting from a nearby source, turns out it was the teacher's whistle but I could hear that from a mile away, he was on the field with the students and I could hear his whistle, the vibration of the whistle stung my ears.
I shook my head and the ringing stopped, Kashmir looked at me.
"Dude you coming?" Kash asked, I nodded and put my top on and followed him outside.
"Alright boys" Mr Miller said, Mr Miller was a top P.E teacher, I regarded him as one of the best in the school, due to his attitude and presence around us, he was someone you instantly respected.
He all eyed us in a line, then he walked back two steps and stared at me, "Long what has happened to you?" he asked me, I looked at myself and spoke back.
"What sir? I have no injuries or problems, there is no problem" I spoke back.
"Never and I repeat never have you been this strong or built up, have you been taking drugs like performing enhancing drugs?" He asked, as he eyed me like a falcon.
Everyone started laughing, me take drugs? That's highly ridiculous, I have never done such a thing, in my life and now Mr Miller is accusing me of taking performing enhancing drugs!
"Well something is going on, you magically don't become this built up over night, what the hell is going on Harry!" he demanded, I had no idea what happened.
"Sir I am telling the truth 110% I have no clue" I said, showing him that I hadn't a clue what happened to my body, he still stared at me, like a hawk staring at its food.
"Right since you refuse to tell me the truth, you are going in goal today, and you're going to deal with the rest of the squad, taking penalty kicks at you, but here's the best bit, if you slip up and don't save any, you are immediately replaced on the team and dropped for the next two seasons" he spoke, with a smile creeping across his face.
I marched towards the goal and picked up the goalkeeper's gloves, and then I smelt something strong in the air, the smell was intoxicating, I looked up and saw these girl, this really stunning girl, watching me across the pitch, was she a student here? Who knows but I've got to keep my focus and attention, then my pulse started to race.
In front of me was Matthew Stevens, one of my old enemies, me and this kid go way back, Matthew thought just because he gets driven around in a Bentley, has all the latest brands and is the most popular kid in school, that makes him famous, no you prick, that makes you an idiot.
I saw the girl looking at me again, from across the pitch, she had this amazing blonde hair that flowed down her shoulders, dark brown eyes that could melt a man if he stared into them and her body well that was something else.
"Long! Pay attention!" Mr Miller demanded Matthew was placing the ball on the penalty spot; he smiled at me and took three steps back;
He muttered something towards me and stepped back and ran up and hit his shot, it started to curl towards the top left corner, I threw my left arm out and saved it, but it wasn't just an ordinary save, I leapt towards the post and saved it! Magnificent!
Matthew stared at me in complete utter shock, he mouthed to me 'How the fuck did you do that?' I shrugged my shoulders and threw the ball to my friend Michael Turner; Michael was a cool guy, a complete expert at penalties.
He knew how to take them during pressure situations, and I have to admit I was kind of nervous facing him, he stared directly in my eye and mouthed 'Sorry mate it's just business'
The ball was curling towards the other corner, and my foot slipped, and I saw it getting closer to the corner, my time on the team was about to come to an end when somehow I managed to palm the ball away with the weakest save ever.
I fell to the ground and Michael's jaw dropped, I got up off my knees and wiped the mud off my hands, and smirked at him, the same process repeated with me saving penalty after penalty.
Until the 8th person, Kai Stevens ran up and hit an absolute corker of a shot, it was flying towards me and I palmed it to safety but I lost my grip on the ball and it bounced behind me and trickled towards the line, I span round and reached out my hand and dragged the ball away.
Kai started shouting and screaming "SIR THAT WAS OVER THE LINE!" he shouted at Mr Miller, I stood up and protested that Kai was wrong, I dragged the ball away from the line before it rolled over.
I turned around and that familiar smell was a lot closer than before, the girl with the blonde hair and dark brown eyes was walking towards me, her body oh god, it was stunning and so curvy, she smiled at me.
"You were really good today, you seem different, have you been working out recently?" she enquired, she slowly slid her hand up my new and improved bicep, she smiled at me while doing it.
"Yes I have been working out, 5 times a week, Monday to Friday" I said obviously I was lying.
By the goalpost, Kashmir and Michael were looking at me with the blonde chick, "Who's the blonde chick giving H a rub down?" Kai asked them, they shook their heads, they didn't know.
She continued to rub her hand over my arm and then she looked at me and moved it lower down towards my hips then she rubbed over my wound and I moaned in pain and then felt a sudden jolt.
I jumped back in shock, when she rubbed her hand over it, I felt this strange vibration, I stepped away and just stared back at her, it was like a jolt of electricity running through the tips of her fingers when she touched me.
"Everything okay?" she asked, she kept her hand on my arm and smiled, I felt really uncomfortable, I nodded... "Listen I have to go to the men's quickly" I said, I walked away from her.
I opened the men's bathroom door, with force and by total accident I ripped the door off its hinges, I threw the door on the ground, 'oh shit' I mumbled to myself, what was happening to me? How can someone of my stature and frame rip a wooden door off its hinges?
I stepped inside and walked towards my bag, something smelt differently inside the locker room, it definitely wasn't the sweat of the team, I am pretty damn sure of that.
I turned my head and in the space of 15 minutes, it was the same girl, is she stalking me or something? I pondered.
"You shouldn't be in here, doesn't the word boy's locker room, mean anything to you?" I asked; she walked towards me.
"You have a really nice physique Harry" she spoke, eyeing me up like I'm a piece of meat; I was shocked how did she know my name?
"How the hell do you know my name?" I asked her, this was getting freakier and freakier, but I have to admit, she was really hot.
"Ooh that is some nasty cut you've got on your hip there Harry" she said, as she stared at my bandage, she raised her arm, "Do you mind if I touch it?" she asked.
"Yes I do mind! Get away from me, no offence love but you are really freaking me out!" I shouted, as I backed up away from her.
She smiled and started to approach me, her tone of her voice started to change.
"See Harry that gash on your hip isn't any accident, any cover up story you've made up to lie to your parent's or friends is a load of complete and utter bullshit" she smiled, I started to get very nervous round this chick.
"That mark on your hip isn't just an ordinary gash Harry; it's the mark of the lycanthrope, the mark is only given to a select few and you have been chosen, and tomorrow night you will discover first-hand the power of the mark" she spoke, she kissed my cheek and disappeared.
Kashmir came running in, "Dude what in the blue hell is going on man?!" he asked me, we were both shocked at today's events.
"Dude I need some help with all this" I said to him, he nodded and then looked at me and the biggest smile was etched across his face.
"What man?" I asked.
"Harry, I know who to go to for help mate" he said, "I can't believe we didn't think of it mate" he said, slapping himself in the face repeatedly like 5 times in a row.
He ushered me over and we left the boys locker room.
…..
I stared at the bit of paper Kashmir had given me, 'Ediva Road, Meopham'… I recognized that address, it was the house that belonged to my friends Ryan and Duncan Hammond, Ryan was the science mythological type, believed in the supposedly supernatural things, the things that belonged in movies and TV shows, not modern day real life.
Ryan showed me an article on his pc, and my jaw dropped, the girl wasn't joking, it was really the mark of the lycanthrope.
The Mark of the Lycanthrope
I read the article it was really true, every single word, and every single exact detail was true, Ryan looked at me and gulped.
"Dude this can't be real, this is fiction, supernatural fiction" I spoke; I ran my hands through my hair, in utter disbelief.
"Well face it man, you aren't just human anymore, every full moon whether you like it or not you will have to shift into a wer-" I cut off him with aggression, and stormed out of his house.
There was a loud knocking on the door, Rebecca marched towards the door and opened it, "Where have you been Harry Lo-" she was cut off, "Can I help you?" she asked this girl with blonde hair wearing this black jean jacket and jeans with a white top.
"Rebecca don't you remember me?" the girl asked, Rebecca shook her head, Sid her youngest came walking up behind his mum.
"I'm Sophie Wood, me and Harry grew up together, we used to date back when we were 13 around 14" she spoke, she held her hands tight and looked at Rebecca.
"OH Sophie! How are you love!" she smiled, she grabbed her and hugged her tight, "Please come in" she asked, Sophie held her hand up.
"I'm sorry I can't I've gotta get back to my parent's and help unpack the boxes" she spoke; deep down the reason she came here was to find her prince.
"Hang on one second Sophie" Rebecca said, she stepped back inside the house and picked up a silver ticket with black writing written across the front and handed it to her.
In big black letters, it read in some cool font.
'FULL MOON PARTYY 2013'
Be there tomorrow night, 7:30, bring booze and condoms (LOL) it read.
Sophie laughed and put it in her back pocket, "Thanks Rebecca, let's make it a surprise for him, don't tell him I'm here" she smiled, as she put her finger to her lips and made a shush motion.
Rebecca waved and shut the door as Sophie skipped away.
I kept running and running through the woods, obviously I wasn't looking where I was going, my foot got tangled in some tree trunk and I stacked it and hit the ground with a thump.
I wiped the mud off me and got up and then looked around and believe it or not, I could smell that perfume again, my heart started to beat pretty quickly; I looked around and then felt someone tap my shoulder.
I spun round and gulped, it was that girl again, the stalker chick, but she looked different, and her jacket was covered in spots of blood.
She smiled at me and spoke "I'm Isabella" she smiled, as I watched in horror as her eyes began to change colour and then her left hand, her nails started to grow like claws and she raised it and slashed it across my throat.
I held my hand to my throat as blood started to ooze slowly from the gash.
My eyes started to faint as I hit the ground, the last thing I saw was Isabella smiling at me, before darkness took over me.
"See you soon Baby" she spoke in my ear, I felt her kiss my lips as I succumbed to the pain.