Chapter 4
Roger woke up that night feeling soiled, and happy. If only I had her, you only want her body! We both want her to moan our name; you want her to scream in pain! It always hurts the first time; you want to cause more pain to her! You can't stop it you want her just as much! Not like that! The results are the same! NO THEY'RE NOT! On and on Roger argued with himself, he couldn't stop it this time. His frustration with himself ran both ways, Roger clawed at the walls of his cave, trying to get rid of his energy.
He slashed and slashed until his claws were blunt and it hurt. How many hours he went like this he did not know, all he knew was that he couldn't stand it anymore. He turned into his pale Goth form then the werewolf form then back to his Goth form again, both sides fighting for control. Roger turned into his humanoid ghost form and yelled out, "I WISH ONE OF US WAS IN CONTROL!" Roger heard a voice brimming with promises and power say, "As you wish it, so shall it be." Green smoke filled his cave, and Roger roared.
Chloe sighed; she was all alone in the house. Her family had left to attend a dinner the Foley's Fighters were having. Jack and Jerry were going as their Phantom counterparts, Chloe decided to stay home for this one. Those kinds of functions weren't really her thing. Chloe closed her laptop after finishing the Green Disc she had been watching. She headed downstairs to start her dinner when she heard a knock on her door. She opened it to see Roger standing in her doorway. Roger looked around, "You need company?" Chloe let him in and noticed how he looked at her clothes; she was wearing a cutaway tank top like her Mom used to wear when she was younger and a skirt, her boots were off because she was in her own house.
Roger walked over and plopped on her couch. He had a bag with him which he opened. "I made this for you." He revealed a statue of a goddess standing on a pedestal, hiding her body with her hands because she was nude. Chloe picked it up and saw that the goddess looked just like her, "I…don't know what to say." Roger stood up and leaned in towards her ear and whispered, "You can always just say thank you." The way he said it made Chloe's skin crawl, in a good way. "Thank you," she whispered. Roger lifted her chin and whispered back, "Your welcome," and gave her a loving kiss on her lips.
Chloe hugged him so close and could feel Rogers toned body through his thin shirt. She wanted all of him, every bit of him he had to give her. She had felt like this for so long, but she didn't want to disappoint her Grandma Fenton. But now, there was nothing holding her back. Chloe wanted to see if Roger felt the same, and headed for her room, coyly motioning with her finger, Roger followed suit, a look in his eyes saying he felt the same way.
Chloe put the statue down then Roger hugged her close and started giving her the love bites on her neck that she loved so much. Roger's mouth got lower, and Chloe's hands wandered over his chest and stomach. Roger stepped forward until they fell on her bed, and they both laughed at how it happened. Chloe lay down and Roger's hand started rubbing her stomach so softly. He slowly made his way to her tank top, then under it. Suddenly Roger lowered his head and bit her, hard! Chloe was too shocked to say anything, but then she felt Roger's hand turn first her shirt then her bra intangible. "Beautiful!" Roger said in a voice that sounded subhuman; then he bit her neck, and almost broke her skin.
"Guh!" Chloe gasped, this isn't what she wanted. Roger forced her face to his and forced his tongue into her mouth, while his hand traveled down to her skirt. Chloe started to scream, but Roger acted like he didn't care as he felt her. Chloe punched him with all her strength in his stomach, forcing him off her, "Roger, what's wrong with you?!" she screamed at him as she covered her bare chest. Roger glared at her and Chloe tried to back away from him. "For two years, I've waited for this. I won't be denied now!" He sprang at her and forced her under him and started unzipping his pants. "NO!" Chloe screamed as she went Ghost and used the ghost stinger on him.
Roger howled like a wolf as he crashed through her wall. Chloe went intangible and flew off as fast as she could. She was suddenly attacked from below and thrown into a nearby building. Roger flew over to her, "Vi amis inciti min tro longa, nun, kapiltulacigi vin al mi kaj ci finigos rapide," you've teased me for too long, now, surrender yourself to me and this will end quickly. Chloe answered by phasing through a wall and flying away. Roger pursued her and she turned around still flying to blast away with her ghost rays. Roger dodged most of them, but one of them hit him square in the face, making him stop.
Chloe flew as fast as she could and got behind a building, "Why Roger, why?" Chloe sobbed at what her boyfriend had become. She was like that for a few minutes before powerful claws phased her into the building her back was to. Roger slashed open her other form's top and pinned her to a wall. "Mi ciam miris kio estas satas fuck you kiel fantomo," I always wondered what it would be like to fuck you as a ghost. Chloe let her ghost rays go through her eyes, blasting Roger through the wall behind him. Chloe quickly flew away in the direction of the only place she knew she'd be safe, Foley's Fighters HQ.
She was only two miles away when Roger flew in front of her and slashed her, sending her to the pavement below. Chloe phased under it and headed in the opposite direction. Roger followed her, and started gaining fast. Chloe flew straight upwards and found herself in the Park. Roger caught up to her and dodged all her ghost rays then slashed her stomach and face; then kicked her into the ground below. Chloe was too wounded to stay Ghost, and crawled away. She was bleeding in human form as well, and cried as she felt Roger's shadow pass over her.
Chloe turned to see him in his humanoid ghost form, eyes wide with lust. Chloe looked into his eyes trying to find some trace of the Roger she knew and loved. "Please…no…" that was all she could say before passing out from all the pain. The Beast looked down, ready to finish what he started. But all of a sudden a keening voice rang in his head, NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO! The Beast gripped his head in pain, "I am in control! Be gone!" "YOU'LL NEVER HAVE HER!" Roger yelled back. "I AM THE TRUE MIND IN THE BODY, YOU ARE JUST A FAKE!" "I AM ROGER! AS LONG AS I EXIST I WON'T LET YOU HURT HER!" Roger turned into his pale Goth form as he blindly walked away.
He found himself in the middle of the street then was struck by a truck. "Oh God, ROGER!" It was Ralph, he had hit Roger. Ralph got out of his truck and heard Roger whispering and crying, "I won't let you hurt her, no, no, no…" Ralph looked around and saw Chloe. "Oh, God, what the fuck happened here?!" Ralph was shocked as he saw Roger get up apparently unharmed. "Roger, what happened?!" Roger looked in horror at Chloe, "I did that, I'm a beast, I did that…" he said over and over again. "What are you talking about?!" Ralph asked him. Roger just ran away as fast as his legs could, away from Ralph, away from Chloe, and finally he turned into his werewolf ghost form, made a portal to the Ghost Zone, and flew away from humanity.
Roger got into his cave and screamed, "NNNEEEEENNNNNNNNIIIIIIUUUUUU UUUUUUUU!" HOW COULD YOU STILL BE HERE?! I DON'T KNOW; ALL I KNOW IS THAT BECAUSE OF YOU, CHLOE IS IN PAIN! I WAS ACTING ON OUR URGES! NO, YOU WERE TRYING TO RAPE THE ONLY ONE I'LL EVER LOVE! Roger made a scream that was beyond human or beast as his body horrifically changed. His head turned human, but his eyes were different colors, one was brown while the other was blood red. His mouth was full of fangs that came out his lips, his tail showed; his right arm remained a claw while his left became human, as did his right leg.
"What's happening to me?!" Roger screamed, then the transformation was complete, he was neither man nor beast now. Roger tried to transform back into his other forms, but nothing happened. "Why couldn't I control myself? If I was only…Oh God, Chloe! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" Roger curled into a ball, crying for the pain he had caused.
