Place: a school near the Los Angeles Zoo
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I had to get there. It's the only place it was safe. The thoughts running through my head were like nothing anyone has heard of before. I ran straight towards the small metal gate and opened it easily. Dodging picnic tables and random benches as I ran, I went down the hallway between two classrooms and made it to the other side of the school, near the basketball hoop, but it was too late. I tripped about 5 feet from the other gate, and I felt the nausea coming. I was sweating buckets now, my long dark brown hair plastering to my small framed face. My eyes searched wildly for some cover, but there was none. I guess, it's safe here. I got up on my hands and knees just as it started. I started barfing all of the food that was left in my stomach, which, thank god, was very little, but my body didn't know that. I threw the backpack I had on me to the side so that it wasn't completely covered in my puke. The pain searing through my body was like nothing ever felt before. It felt like my bones and joints were breaking and shifting into positions no one ever thought of before. The one thing everyone learns in Special Effects Makeup is that you can NOT make a human being transform into an animal completely. That is why Werewolves are always like someone stuck a wolf head on a human body. But the truth hurts. Our bodies can do amazing things, even turn into animals. I finally collapsed into my puke, not having the energy to get back up, and sat there for maybe 2 minutes. I finally got back up and walked to the Girl's Bathroom and opened the door. I took about 2 more steps, so I was completely inside and reared up on my hind legs. I looked into the mirror in front of me and saw my face. I was a tiger. (., )
Yes, I was a tiger, a real one, with stripes and all. I was a werecat. In my mom's family, the blood of werecats, ran through their veins like teenagers at a mall or Jews in Northridge. Werecats are just like werewolves, except for the fact that you don't know what cat you are until you turn. My mother, a lion, my grandmother, a jaguar, me, a South China Tiger. Also, werecats are connected to two different forces. For example, I am connected to ice and darkness. My mother was connected to fire and darkness. When you are connected to both of your forces, you change is easier to accept. Good thing it's dark out right now. Another fact, I'm a half-demon. I know I know, I thought you were a werecat. I'm both. My mom is the werecat and my dad is a demon, an ice demon. He raped my mom 15 years ago and poof, I'm born. My mom married a dude name Thomas when I was five, and he has been my "dad" since then, until about a month ago. My mom changed in the house and Tommy forgot to lock the door. Mom came down stairs and killed him, like he was a piece of prey. I guess that's a bad analogy, but it's the truth. I ran away and now live on the mountain separating the Zoo from the freeway, I forgot which one, but it has some really great hiding spaces.
I walked out of the bathroom, passed my own insides that were currently spilled across the floor, and scaled the near by tree. I sat on a branch about 13ft above the ground and passed out into a long, dreamless sleep.
Place: a school near the Los Angeles Zoo
.com/maps?q=La+Zoo&oe=utf-8&rls=:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hl=en&sa=N&tab=wl
I had to get there. It's the only place it was safe. The thoughts running through my head were like nothing anyone has heard of before. I ran straight towards the small metal gate and opened it easily. Dodging picnic tables and random benches as I ran, I went down the hallway between two classrooms and made it to the other side of the school, near the basketball hoop, but it was too late. I tripped about 5 feet from the other gate, and I felt the nausea coming. I was sweating buckets now, my long dark brown hair plastering to my small framed face. My eyes searched wildly for some cover, but there was none. I guess, it's safe here. I got up on my hands and knees just as it started. I started barfing all of the food that was left in my stomach, which, thank god, was very little, but my body didn't know that. I threw the backpack I had on me to the side so that it wasn't completely covered in my puke. The pain searing through my body was like nothing ever felt before. It felt like my bones and joints were breaking and shifting into positions no one ever thought of before. The one thing everyone learns in Special Effects Makeup is that you can NOT make a human being transform into an animal completely. That is why Werewolves are always like someone stuck a wolf head on a human body. But the truth hurts. Our bodies can do amazing things, even turn into animals. I finally collapsed into my puke, not having the energy to get back up, and sat there for maybe 2 minutes. I finally got back up and walked to the Girl's Bathroom and opened the door. I took about 2 more steps, so I was completely inside and reared up on my hind legs. I looked into the mirror in front of me and saw my face. I was a tiger. (., )