Yeah yeah yeah, I know I already wrote a werewolf story but I honestly didn't like it much. Those weren't real werewolves y'know. I wanna try again and I'll decide if I delete the other one or not. You tell me.
Sam walked silently down the Seattle streets with her hands crammed deep in her pockets and her sneakers making no noise as they hit the side walk. She looked behind her every so often to make sure she wasn't being followed, a trick she learned from a fellow cellmate in juvie. But the street was like a ghost town, minus the stray tumbleweeds rolling across the desolate plains. It wasn't like she was afraid of anything the streets had to offer, it was more like a lookout for a stray police car or cop waiting to drag her away.
Sam moved faster as she grew more paranoid. Then she noticed it. Silence. In the middle of a populated city and no sound could be heard to speak of. Sure, she was around the back streets but even moments before she could hear the sound of cars honking and people shouting.
Then she heard it.
A low, sorrowful moan floated in the air from an alleyway ahead of her. Unexplainable goosebumps rose on Sam's neck and arms. The intelligent part of her brain told her to run and don't stop until she was back on Carly's couch with a turkey leg clutched in her fist. The Sam part of her brain told her to go check it out. She slowly crept into the alley with her hands held out in front of her. She edged her eyes around the dumpster and saw a man curled up against the wall. He didn't look homeless as he was wearing clean clothes and his hair was cropped.
"Hello?" Sam said, reaching out to touch the man, "Dude?" He moaned again and pulled tightly on his shoulders. Sam put her hand lightly on the man's shoulder and shook him gently. The man's arm lashed out and grabbed hold of Sam's wrist, nearly crushing it in his grasp.
"OW! Let go you creep!" Sam cried, wriggling to escape his clutches. The man lifted his head and opened his mouth, letting a snarl rip from his throat. His eyes were a startling turquoise with thin slits for pupils in the middle. His teeth were like fangs, dripping with thick saliva that ran down his chin. Sam's eyes widened in shock as her attacker started to morph. His face extended into a long snout with his teeth sliding out of his mouth. Sharp claws burst from his fingernails and dug into Sam's wrist. His hands melted together to form massive paws. He stood up to allow his knees to break and reform into dog-like shape, also allowing his spine to extend, forming a long tail. Then, patches of thick, gnarled, gray fur sprouted from his pores and covered every inch of his animal-like body.
A fully grown werewolf rose above her and let out a deep, bone-chilling howl to the full moon. Sam's wrist was released and she fell back on the cold pavement. As soon as she moved, the werewolf swatted her back to the ground with a swipe of his paw. The full moon was high in the sky behind the werewolf's head. Sam was truly panicking now. She jumped to her feet and ducked when a paw came flying at her face. She spun around and bolted out of the alley.
She glanced behind her to see the hulky beast sprinting after her on four legs. He came closer and closer until his teeth grazed against her jacket. Sam felt the fangs tug her backwards, sending her crashing into a pile of garbage. She groaned and felt two huge paws grip her shoulders.
"Get off…" she said groggily as her head throbbed with pain. A wet nose was sniffing the exposed skin on her upper arm where the jacket had torn.
"No…No get away." Sam swung weakly at the werewolf's twisted smile. Her eyes drooped and everything became blurry. Then, Sam felt the razor sharp teeth sink into her flesh as the werewolf took a bite. Her eyes flew open and she let out a scream of anguish and terror. The werewolf ripped his teeth out and smashed his paws over his long, furry ears. Sam continued to scream and the werewolf continued to whine and paw at his head. He finally backed away from the screaming girl and went running off around the corner. Sam rolled over on her side and clutched the bleeding punctures on her arm. She put her hands over the wound and was surprised to find it ice cold. The icy feeling slowly grew hotter and hotter until she couldn't help but yell out.
Her whole body was ablaze inside. Sam writhed and flailed her arms until the burning feeling slowly grew colder and colder until she was curled up in a tight ball, shivering violently and feeling the pain of frostbite. Then Sam's internal temperature skyrocketed until it reached a peak of absolute pain; then it dropped to below freezing once more.
All night, Sam endured these bipolar symptoms. She cried out and rolled over on her face as the fire and ice grew worse every time they shifted back and forth faster and faster until she couldn't even tell which was which. By morning, she was curled up on bags of garbage behind an apartment building, covered in scraps of trash and rotting food. And that's where Carly found her the same afternoon.
Sam's POV
I felt a gentle hand slowly tugging on my hair and shaking my shoulder. My head was swampy and full of slush as I tried to figure out how to open my eyes. The afternoon sunlight nearly blinded me when I finally got my brain working.
"Who's there?" I croaked, feeling out with my hands.
"Sam! It's Carly. What the heck are doing in a pile of garbage behind my building?" Carly grabbed my hands and pulled me out of the trash. My eyes finally adjusted to the light.
Whoa.
Everything was so…clear. It was like someone added extreme HD to my eyesight. I could smell a hotdog stand nearby which made my mouth start to water. I grabbed Carly's hand and pulled her out into the crowded sidewalk. There wasn't a hotdog stand but some guy with a single hotdog.
"Umm, Sam? I thought you were going to explain why you're sleeping in garbage and covered in blood." Carly yelled.
"Hey Carls you don't have to yell!" I yelped, covering my ears.
"I didn't. I said it normally." Carly had one eyebrow raised in confusion. Her arms were crossed tightly and she was studying me.
"Can I shower at your place?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Fine, fine." Carly sighed and waved at me to tag along.
As we rode upwards on the elevator, I could still hear Lewbert screeching in the lobby even though we were passing the third floor. The sound didn't fade until we passed above the fifth floor. I stuck a finger in my ear and felt around.
"Sam, what have I told you about picking your ear in public?" Carly said sternly. I snapped my hand to my side and glanced sideways at her. I could almost see every individual hair on Carly's head. I rubbed my eyes with my knuckles until stars popped in front of my eyes.
The elevator dinged and we walked onto Carly's floor. I could hear faint rustling and people moving around inside their apartments. Someone coughed, making me jump.
"What is the matter with you?" Carly said, holding me steady.
"I just…really need a shower." I gulped.
"So you get all jumpy and weird when you don't bathe?" Carly frowned. I nodded and tugged at my collar. Carly shook her head and unlocked her front door. I hopped up the stairs and rushed to the bathroom. I slammed the door and locked it. I rushed to the mirror and inspected my face. Everything looked normal. No weird rashes, no bumps, no oozing. There was a slight discoloration in my left eye but everything else look A-Okay.
Then I pulled back my jacket sleeve. It looked like a huge dog bit right into my skin. Oh right. It did. Then it hit me like bricks. That was a werewolf. And it bit me. It bit me. Oh…shit.
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