Chappie one of a fun story!

I can remember it like it was yesterday. The stinging sensation of the wolf's jaws on my flesh, and then being rushed back home. I know I blacked out, but I can still remember Miss Astrid's urgent voice, saying

"It'll be okay, Allegra... Please.. Hang on for me."

I can remember the feel of the stinging solution they put on my wound, and the sound of little Halley's crying.

And when I woke up, I felt different. I felt a hunger deep within for.. blood. Miss Astrid was hovering over me, all worried. Back then I didn't understand what she was so panicked about, but I know now.

A few months down the road from that was a long meeting. I was only eight millennia old, which I guess is eight years if you go by human time.

I remember an official examining my wrist and saying: "She definitely has the mark"

I wasn't sure what that meant, but I guess as time goes on and you get older, you begin to understand more about yourself the world around you.

And after that meeting, which I can't recall the exact dialogue aside from that one little line I've shared, I remember Miss Astrid saying she was sorry. She hugged me, and said goodbye like the rest of my unit.

Noelle gave me her favorite scarf, Halley gave me a half-eaten lollipop, Sirius gave me his leather jacket, and Xerxes stood back and handed me a drawing.

"Come back and visit" Noelle had said.

Then there was a flash of light and that was the last time I lived up in the sky. I still go back there sometimes, I've got to recharge my power somehow.

But now, the jacket doesn't hang all baggy and lose on me like it once did, the drawing is old and fading, and the scarf is worn. The half-eaten lollipop has long since disappeared.

This is my story, and I'm here to tell it the way I want it told. Because only the victors get to tell the story, and believe me, I'm no victor.

What am I? Well, I'm a lot of things. My name is Sparkfang, though I much prefer to be called Allegra. Call me Allie, and I might just rip your throat out and eat it. The name is Allegra. Got it? Not Al, Allie, or 'Llegra.

I'm glad we cleared that up.

But here I stand, under cover of a darkened sky, alone, watching the moon rise above the trees. And this is literally what I'm thinking.

"Meat. Hungry. Want meat. Bloody meat. Kill. Deer carcass."

Lovely, right?

Yep, I'm a werewolf. Not like a werewolf from that one series, what is it, Twilight? Think something more along the lines of Remus Lupin from Harry Potter. A ruthless killer, unable to distinguish friend from foe. That paints a more accurate picture of lycanthropy. Think of not being yourself, the very traits that make you human just totally shutting down. Imagine being unable to control your hunger.

It's pretty bad.

To any of you who are curious, honestly, if the moon looks red or orange or whatever rosy color you want to call it, I say this:

Do not go into a forest. Or outside in any rural area.

When the red moon comes, it's the ultimate hunt. We actually travel in packs on these nights. A lot of lycanthropes usually hunt alone. So if you have any sense at all, listen to me.

I've never actually met another person like me, but I have met other lycanthropes. You know, while I was all psycho-wolf crazy.

But I'm just a lone wolf-literally-who may or may not enjoy dog biscuits.

So I slipped off into the shadows of the night, feeling hungry, curious of what I may catch. Maybe some deer, or raccoon? Oh man, deer sounds awfully good...

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