Ginger Snaps IV
The Curse
Chapter four – Beastly Organs
Mid November. They we're starving and hungry. Sam was nearing more and more to turning. Strangely enough, him and Ginger felt no fear. They knew they wouldn't hurt each other. They were part of a pack. She could control him when she turned. Though it was only a theory and there was no ensuring her safety, they pressed on to find Bridgette. They were getting close. It was only a matter of time before Bridgette would have to turn too.
They came upon a sign that read:
Tappu City
5 Miles North
They walked past the sign with smirks on their faces. A town meant food(for humans of course), water, and a car that Sam could easily high jack. They were barely alive. Leaning on each other as they continued down the autumn road. They had lost a lot of blood back in Bailey Downs. And all though the curse would heal them, it was beginning to take an affect on them. Ginger began arched back as she continued on.
"Fucking cramps..." She said to herself.
Sam stopped dead in his tracks. He tried the best he could to stand up on his own feet.
"What...did...pant pant you just say...?" He said. She could tell he was really weakening. Maybe three or four days until he would turn. She thought to herself.
"I'm not changing. I can feel when that happens. For right now we gotta get to that fucking town...maybe they'll have some pot they're." She said, smiling and chuckling as she continued on.
Sam loosened his tense grip. He shot a look behind him...he had a feeling something was following them.
"...I fucking hope so." He replied. Still looking back at the path as he slowly stumbled on.
From behind the bushes a few feet down the path, two yellow eyes peered from the darkness. A growl followed by a slurping noise arose from the bush as a gray wolf stepped out. Fully developed with no human attributes to show, except for four red boils on his face. A big one on his for head and another on his cheek. As well as two smaller ones by his nose, along with many others on his body. The wolf started down the road towards Ginger and Sam. As it stalked its pray, its front paws began to flatten, his ears shrunk and his eyes changed one after the other to natural color. A naked teenage boy scurried behind the trees to hide his self. This particular boy would mark a turning point in the journey of the two half wolves that walk before him. Because...this boy was also infected in Bailey Downs. And this boy could control every part of his wolf self. Confident in his ways and swift in his intentions; Jason McCarty walked along the path to Tappu City.
Ginger and Sam had found a hotel in the outskirts of the town. In a nearby convenient store they bought new clothes and took time to freshen up. They sat on the bed of they're hotel room and mapped out they're next stopping point based on they're sense of Bridgette. She was on the move and only stopped periodically. But damn was she moving fast.
Sam looked up at Ginger. She had cleaned herself up nice. And she seemed completely different than the bitch who had once stood at his Greenhouse bed room. Her face was clean, and the color of her eyes captivated the aura around her. He could smell a sweet sense the drew her to him. She could smell it to. The aroma radiated off of him. They kissed each other. Again. Again. Over and over again. Sam recognized this smell. Where was it from? What was it. He throw her on the headboard and threw her clothes off. Sparing no time he got on top of her. They kissed more and more. But it was not like the other night. These needs weren't of love, or passion. They could care less.
"I want you boy!" She yelled out as he kissed lower and lower and her nails dug into his skin.
Blood spilled on the bed, and more and more continued to pour out of them. They began to scream, and stab, and rip. The massive damage they took would normally kill a human. But they continued
"Oh fuck..." He said as he jumped off the bed.
"Fuck...fuck...oh shit...fuck me." He held his head as if he were having a massive head ache.
She sat up and stared at him.
"You feel it too...?"
They continued. They could not control they're actions. The scratched, bit, fucked, and cut each other in a bloody episode that scared even them selves. More and more, they divulged into a spinning massacre of beastly intentions. Before long; the skin turned into fur, the nails into claws, the feet into paws, the love into lust, the want into need, and the moans into growls. Until it was all over. And nothing remained. A red and gray wolf life on the bed. In total control of their actions. Everything fell into place. They turned because they chose too. They didnt have to run from the curse. It was more like a blessing. They could understand each other. And they knew that this is what life meant to them. It was wicked.
It was 3 AM in the morning when Sam's normal eyes looked at the hotel clock. Him and Ginger awoke to a knock on the door. It was 3:05 AM when they ran.
[Hi Hi! Me again! I know your confused about Jason being in the story when I said he wasnt..well I LIED..HA HA!