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Chapter 1: Past

Cassidy's POV

I threw my tablet on the floor causing the screen to crack. Great. Now I would have to pay to get it repaired. I guess that is what I got for letting my temper get the best of me.

"Jesus Christ what did the iPad ever do to you?" my super irritating brother Diego asked when he saw the mess.

"Nothing," I muttered angrily as I grabbed my iPad off of the floor.

"Well obviously something has you upset because people don't go smashing their tablets for no reason,"

"It's nothing now will you please do me a favor ans get out of here!" I shouted as I pushed my way past him.

"Okay okay I'm leaving. So moody lately,"

I gritted my teeth in anger. I was beyond moody at this point. I was angry and the worst part was that I couldn't even te him why. I couldn't tell anyone my secret. They would think that I'm crazy. Half the time I still think that I am crazy!

The screen of my iPad flickered on causing me to glance at the headline once again. Killer Wolf Strikes Again. Four More Dead Bringing Total Number of Victims to 80 in Three Months. There on the cover of the story was a picture of me as a wolf. My abnormally large size and my pure white fur standing out in the darkness.

I didn't know why this was happening to me. I could not begin to understand what was happening to me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Memories of the night of my transformation floodee my mind.

It was already dark outside as I walked home from a friend's house. My car had broken down the day before and was currently in the shop getting repaired. My friend Kayla had offered me a ride and I politely refused. Saying that I could use the fresh air. Oh how stupid I had been.

The fresh air felt great against my burning hot skin. I had been running a temperature for weeks but tye doctors could not figure out why. The unexplained growth spurt, strength, speed, agility, and appetite in the preceding weeks did not make any sense either. Oh and the mood swings. Oh the mood swings. Lately I would fly into a rage over every little thing. I was not a pleasant person to be around and more than half the time I couldn't stand myself.

A hand suddenly grabbed my shoulder. Stopping me in my tracks.

"Where are you going there girly?" a man who reeked of alcohol asked.

"I-I have to go,"

"Why are you in such a rush sweetheart? We would love for you to stick around a little while longer,"

There were four men. Four of them. My heart started beating faster in fear. I tried to push my way past them but one of them stopped me and grabbed me. He pushed me up against the wall while another man started undressing me.

"Let's see what you've got hidden underneath all these clothes," he said. "So we can have our fun with you like the other girls we have had our fun with,"

That was all it took to make me snap. Suddenly I was no longer afraid of these rapists. I was angry. Anger filled me from head to toe. Suddenly the anger caused me to explode. I was on all fours. A series of growls and snarls erupted from my mouth. The men who had been laughing at me just a few seconds ago now looked at me with fear. Nothing but fear.

I lunged at the first man. It only took me a second to kill him. Then I went after the other three. I killed all three of them. I utilized my teeth and claws to kill them in as painful a manor as I possibly could.

Afterward I ran like hell until I came across a pond. I skidded to a halt when I saw a pure white wolf lokking up at me instead of my reflection. I was easily as big as a grizzly bear.

The reality of what I had done and what had happened to me caught up with me and I panicked. It took me two days to calm down enough to turn human again. When my parents and brother demanded an explanation of why I had disappeared I couldn't give them one.

I was never the same afterwards. Now I can shift into a wolf at will. However there are many times when I can't control it. All it takes is one little thing to piss me off and then I wolf out.

I didn't understand why this was happening to me. What was worse was that I could not tell anybody. Not even my brother who I had always been super close to. When we were just a few months old we had been dumped in a trashcan in an alleyway. No one knows how long we were there as we were not discovered until trash day when the trash collectors came.

We were taken to the hospital in bad shape. We were severely starved and dehydrated. The doctors were not even sure we would survive but here we are 16 years later. The doctors took DNA samples from both of us and discovered that we were biological siblings. Twins. We entered foster care but it didn't take long for us to get adopted together.

I never even gave a single thought ti biological family. If they dumped my brother and I when we were just babies then why should I care about them. Now after all the wolf transformations I found myself thinking about them all the time. I wondered if they were the key to what was happening to me. Or was it all just the result of some freak accident that I don't remember?

Not long after the first transformation I decided to put my new powers to good use. I had always loved superheroes. Especially spider man. Maybe I could be a superhero to. So for the past three months I have been ridding the city of Chicago of it's worst.

I go out at night looking for bad people. If I see someone with a knife or a gun I will secretly follow them. I wait until they are about to attack or kill someone that I struck. I wanted to be absolutely sure that the men I killed were killers themselves. All of the men I killed were evil. Rapists, murders...

I went after humanity's worst people. Nobody saw my act's as heroic though. They all saw me as sone evil monstrous killer wolf. Even the people I was saving! That's why reading the news online infuriated me. Can't they see what I really am trying to do here! I am trying to save people here!

In the begjnning the news was local but as my killings grew more and more newspapers and news stations took notice. Today was the first day my picture, or rather my wolf's picture, and story had ended up in the New York Times.

I gritted my teeth in anger and walked out.

"I'm leaving," I said to my brother.

"Where?"

"I don't know. I just need to get out of here,"

"You know you've been acting strange lately. I'm worried,"

"I'm fine," I have been saying this so much lately that I had hoped people would start to believe me. I knew they weren't though.

"Fine. Just be careful. I won't feel better until animal control catches that wolf and euthanizes ot once and for all. Can't believe it's killed 80 people and they still can't catch it,"

"Yeah," I said as I walked out.

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