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I'm A Freak Among Freaks

Chapter 1

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The floor of the woods flew under me, it was exhilarating and wonderful. That was until I remembered why I was running in the first place. Where was he when you needed him! It all started when I was a mere girl of 7.

*Flash back*

"Mummy, why are the red eyed people coming for me? What did I do?" I looked up my mother, her features contorted in dismay and fear.

"Bella, sweetie, they aren't coming for you they're pretend" I shook my head, tears pooling in my eyes as she brushed off my worries.

"I saw them mummy, they're coming for me. They said they were thirsty…" I cringed; my mother looked petrified and scrambled for the phone.

"Yes…it is…NO!...she isn't!...what do you mean?...I just need advice!...no…" she had begun to cry, her sobs had echoed through the house. There was a knock at the door, and she had frantically got up and told me to hide in the tree house

*End of flash back*

I had hidden, but it hadn't made a difference. They had found me, in all their white coat glory. I had kicked and screamed, but it hadn't made a difference. They took me away. My mother had died a year later. My father had died a long time ago, I was the only thing keeping her going. I was taken from her.

They had been so horrid, so cold.

*Flash back*

They didn't believe anything I said, always retorting with.

"We'll make you better" what if I didn't want to be better? I didn't even think I was ill. I had had the snivels. I had been put in a white gown, the walls were white, the doors were white, and the floor was white. Everything was white and I hated it.

They pushed me into an empty room. The door had seven locks on it. As the years went by, I learnt how to unlock another lock. One a year. My intellect had grown considerably. They still wouldn't believe anything I said. But a common phrase spoken around me was "All the cleverest people were mad" I hadn't understood until I was 10. I had pounded my fist into the door until it bled. But I had made a dent, I was satisfied. They passed food through a small door even I couldn't fit through. They were all too scared to face my wrath.

*End of Flash back*

By the time I was 14 I knew how to get out; I was just waiting for when I should put my knowledge into action. That time came a year later, I had had everything planned, how I would get out, when, where, and who I would have to take out. A friend of mine how had once been in the cell to my left of mine had told me about their shifts, he had got the information from a friend who got himself employed to get my friend out. He had successfully broken out and was on his way. He said he would see me around, and that if he didn't he'd expect me to find him. He was like a big brother and sometimes I missed his advice. However my plans were foiled the night my escape was planned.

I had come over in a fever, I couldn't function. I felt like I was going to boil into nothing but mist. The pain souring through me felt like what I had seen in my dreams. Like when the girl went to bed, and then the red eyed men bit her neck and she would scream and be on fire just like me. The only problem with that theory was that at the time I hadn't slept in weeks, and I had been pretty sure I hadn't been bitten without me noticing. I had been exhausted but simply couldn't sleep with the anticipation of my escape so prominent in my life.

I had passed out but when I had awoken I had been confused and disorientated. I felt indestructible, and everything felt cold to my touch. I needed to think and I couldn't do that in the haunting white room that had been so petrifying for 8 years of my life. I had simply punched the door down, so much for learning how to unlock the locks. I went round to all the people I knew weren't crazy and deserved a life. I crumbled their locks and doors so they could escape. I felt bad leaving the others behind and let the got to. Telling them to run and not stop until they were sure they were safe. It turns out they weren't as dim witted as the wardens made out. They had thanked me and ran. I had honestly felt like the incredible hulk.

I had made my escape, apparently my antics had caused havoc in town and most had descended to old war bunkers. They feared rumours; the kind people in the asylum with me were far from dangerous. Most just wanted help, guidance, or friendship. Something we had all been lacking at the time.

I had been running away when I thought about everything that they had done to me, my friends, the teen who had posed as my older brother. He would be 22 by now, he was 14 when I was brought in. I found myself shaking, uncontrollably. It was as if my whole body had been vibrating. I had looked at the floor, watched as my bare feet slowly morphed into snowy white paws. The medical gown ripped from my back as I hunched over and then, another set of paws had been in front of me as I pounded through the forest. Faster and stronger my strides had become in desperation, I wanted something to prove to me that this was me having a dream. Maybe there were right, maybe I had been mad.

What made me stop was a stream. I had skidded to a halt, twigs and branched snapping in my abrupt loss of speed. I had stared in shock at the figure reflected in the moon light on the surface of the water. A huge white lioness stared back at me, eyes, ears, and tail tipped and rimmed in a jet black. I had lain down by the water and cover my newly obtained snout with my newly acquired paws. I whined and cried and pleaded for someone to answer my desperate calls. No one came.

When I had woken I had splashed my paw across the water in annoyance, aggravation, and frustration. I had wandered for days, weeks until I overheard some humans talking;

*Flash back*

"Yeah, my dad sent me over from the reservation. Said I should try and study without the guys influence" the boy who seemed like he was about my age. 15. Said, a smile on his face. So carefree.

"Well that's great news. I still remember going to school with your mum and dad. The couple of the school they were. No one expected them to actually stay together but I held hope. And here they are and I get to meet their son!" the blond lady gushed, I whimpered. I would never feel a mothers embrace again. Or an embrace at all if I'm a fucking lioness!

The boy's head snapped in my direction. His eyes full of wonder and surprise. I hid back into the shadows. I hadn't been able to see my eye colour in the reflection, I just hope it doesn't stand out.

"I've got to go, but I'll see you soon" the boy said abruptly,

"Oh, well when you phone your parents tell them I said hi" the lady walked off, and he turned back to me. He squatted down and leant his arms on his legs.

"I know you can understand me, how about you come out" I whimpered and backed away,

"I can help you turn back if you'd like. It's better with help" he leant one hand on the ground as if in welcome. I could change back? I could be human? I hesitantly laid one paw on the ground next to his hand.

"That's it, c'mon I'll get you some clothes and you can phase back" I hesitantly stepped out. I walked next to him and we got strange looks from everyone in the street.

"Ignore them, tell me if you see that lady ok? We don't' want to bump into her again do we?" I had laughed under my breath, this made the boy grin.

"So I just sorta assumed you were a girl, are you?" I stifled another laugh,

"Oh man! You're not! Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it dude, honest! Please don't scratch my eyes out, I need those!" I sniggered and hit his leg with my head. He wasn't' paying attention, just kept going on and on about how in my eyes I looked like a girl. And my eyelashes were really thick and dark so he just sorta guessed. I found it rather amusing to be honest. We made it to a large house,

"Me and my sister live here, there's a closet for theses surprise changes full of clothes that don't fit us. But no offence you are a really small shifter, so they should fit better than my stuff" he still thought I was a guy, I smiled and nodded.

"I'll leave ya to it; I need to call my dad. They will help you" I nuzzled his side in thanks,

"That's sorta disturbing for a guy you know, are you gay?" I roared a laughed at his expression, I shook my head.

"Oh, good! When your part of our pack, and the pack mind; then that would be really awquard if you started checking us out and everything… yeah um. I'll see you in a minute, I'll be in the kitchen when you're done" I nodded again and he left, I would be part of their pack? Really? What's a pack mind? He had left seconds before only to pop his head round the door once again,

"Sorry I forgot you don't' know how phase do ya? Ok-" He sat crossed legged in front of me, I sat on my hunches like a good little student.

"Ok just be real calm ok? Think about something or a special someone-"he raised a suggestive eye brow, ha never mate, never. All guys my age are dick heads. You're alright though.

"That makes you calm and happy, and then you'll phase back! But don't do it now that's not a sight I want to see" he covered his eyes for emphasis and then left…again.

I looked around the room, I walked past the door he opened to his closet and went to the other large one in the corner, I hope his sister doesn't mind. I pulled out a tank top, a hoody and a denim skirt-that would end about mid-thigh. They were the only things that fit, I hadn't worn anything but a hospital gown for the better part of my life and so this would be a change. I had had seriously malnutrition there. I guess running up to the change I used a lot of energy.

I concentrated on what he had told me, I thought of my mum, of drawing, painting, dancing. All my passions that had been crushed in that asylum. I felt myself morph back and hurriedly found some underwear and a bra to slip on so I wasn't so exposed; I put the clothes on and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked so much healthier. I had never seen the colour of my eyes, my mother had thought having mirrors in the house was just bad luck waiting to happen and there were none at the Asylum and I looked at my eyes for the first time.

They were a bright sparkling grey; I blinked a couple of times and saw that they were rimmed with thick, long, jet black lashes. I didn't want to spend more time looking in the mirror in case I didn't' like what I saw. It was strange to think that the first time I saw myself I wasn't even human.

I walked bare foot round the house until I found the kitchen. I opened the door and the boy wasn't facing me, he heard my approach though and held up his hand, as a sign to tell me he'd be finished in a minute. I realized he was on the phone,

"Yeah, didn't expect to find a shifter here! No, my darling sister isn't home yet" he said sarcastically, I guess they don't always get along.

"Kay, bye" he ended the call and put the phone back on the holder,

"Right-" he began to turn around. I pulled the sleeves of the hoody down so they covered my hands, it was far too big and only showed a small amount of skirt, but I placed one hand on the other in my nerves anyway. He finally faced me and looked up from the pad of notes he had made from his call,

"-Holly Shit!" I bit my lip,

"You are a girl!" I nodded, I felt vulnerable. I heard stories about girls who try to act innocent. The problem for me was I actually was innocent. And I knew that a bewildered, lost, innocent look would be on my face right now. It always was when I was shy. Course I knew everything but I been out of society for so long, and I was a stranger to human habits.

"Hi" I said quietly, he breathed out a breath he had been holding,

"Sorry, I just, yeah…um" I smiled and went and hugged him.

"Thank you" I whispered,

"No probs" he said hugging me back.

"I'm Bella" I told him holding my hand out, he took it.

"Seth" he let go of my hand,

"Well it's nice to meet you Seth" I said to him honestly.

"It's great to meet you Bella"

*End of Flash back*

That had been three days ago, Seth's sister Leah, had called to say that she was coming home tomorrow. She had a study sleepover with some friends. Seth said he'd tease her and tell his mum and dad there were boys there. I found it quite funny. We were alike in many ways, and he was a really good friend.

But right now I needed his sorry ass here. I was running away from the red eyed creatures. I had learnt how to howl as well, in case I needed Seth and I could choose to share my thoughts with him when we had both shifted. I howled loud and clear. I opened my mind as soon as I sensed Seth change.

Get your fucking behind over here! I don't want to be vampire lunch. I told you you should have taught me to kill, but no! No one listens to Bella! I ranted at him,

I'm coming! I'm sorry, I know I should have listened just don't die ok? If the vamp gets on your back bit his neck…hard ok? I froze, a vampire, is that what I dreamed about when I was little? Oh my god. I closed my mind off to Seth, if this vampire was dangerous I didn't want him killing me and Seth. I heard a rusting and Seth shot through the tree's, the vampire fled in fear. Seth looked really pleased with himself.

"Morning" I said to him as I came back from phasing in the woods. Fully clothed.

"Good Mornin' to you too" he said and we plonked ourselves onto the grass.

"We have to go home, I only just got the hang of everything, I can't protect you well enough. I'll call Leah" I frowned,

"I don't want to stop your studies" I said to him he rolled his eyes,

"I'd do anything to get out of it. And you could help me, you were a phiz at all my homework" I smiled remembering his agonizing over some simple math. I taught him how to remember trig as well. Whever it stuck I'll never know.

"Ok, shall we head back?" I asked; he nodded.

"We'd better pack. Before the vamp decides to make a reappearance" I nodded and Seth slung his arm over my shoulder as I leant into him. We walked in silence. Seth was like a gay best friend, but he wasn't gay. If that makes sense? Like you could treat him like a real friend and not be worried that he had more romantic feelings. It was nice to have that sort of friendship. Well, any friendship after Dean (my practical brother), we got home and a camouflage rucksack was sat in the hall. Seth removed his arm from me to pick it up and hand it up.

"Leah isn't very tidy" he told me, another thing about Seth. He was a neat freak. It was kinda adorable at times though. But it was weird to see him walking around in a flowery apron and feather duster.

I walked into the kitchen to see a girl who looked very much like Seth, but with longer hair and more feminine features waiting against the counter.

"Would you like to explain why there's a random girl in the house Seth?"

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Sasha XxxX

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