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Newborn
When he woke up everything was distant, disconnected it all made no sense it was like waking up with hung over, the light hurt and there was a bothersome sound that roused him from his daze making him fully awake so he turned off his alarm, got up and started changing in his uniform, but at this point he stopped after all the last thing he remembered was getting into a falling shack with his date, it did not make any sense what happened after entering the shack? How did he get home? How did he sleep two whole days?
Overwhelmed, he seated at the border of his bed with the shirt still half buttoned, took the cell phone checked the date: He had actually slept for two whole days! That must've been one hell of a party he had after his date. His new girl just the thought of her filled his chest those playful eyes… that turned red and black while a red fire flared at her back. It all came back to him the events of that night, but he calmed down and convinced himself it was all a dream, how could it be true when he was standing on his legs now, sure his powers granted him fast regeneration but, he could not regrow limbs.
A bit more calm he finished dressing and head towards the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out the last bit of tofu and vegetables tat he had and put them all in the counter, washed the vegetables put a frying pan in the stove added some sesame oil, cut the vegetables in fine stripes and fried everything while adding some soy sauce, before it was ready he felt a disgusting smell coming from his frying pan he sniffed the air and he noticed the smell of rotten food the sauce made the smell biter and was a little metallic, so he threw out the food that he was planing on eating, god knows what would happen to him after one bite.
Rushing downstairs, he got to the door and locked, then headed towards a café which he usually visited having few minutes reminding he ordered a coffee and some sweets for the road, he left the election of the sweets to the waiter, when he received his order he was a little surprised that he was given a couple of reddish cubes that the waiter called guimauve and it smelled pretty good so he took his coffee drank it and headed to his school, it was his last day. On the way he ate the guimauve and it tasted really good to his starved stomach, it's sweetness filled the mouth they had some liquid that covered all his teeth filled cavity with a little metallic aftertaste, but somewhat it was fulfilling.
He got to the school gate just before the close and sneaked to the assembly to wait for his graduation papers, it was going to be one long day, but his friends would leave no space for boredom to enter his soul and he had his little speech to make now that he was leaving his position as captain of the track and field team, his bit of fun to life that started in his junior year when he transferred it amassed him how much fun he could have running when his life wasn't at stake and when he was holding back it was just for fun he had no interest what so ever in making it to the Olympics or some other big competition out there.
When it came to school life he had a good academic standing but not too much he was smart, but tended to play too much around so teachers scolded him for lacking seriousness and in the end it was reflected in his grades that happens when you don't get a hundred on every subject, but that gave him the acceptance of the group, that and the fact that he could be relied on when he was needed, he was always willing to help those in need so in a few months he had the image of the perfect senpai.
This last day at school was going to be one of the best of his life, as he swore years back in the grave of his former self he was going to live his life to the fullest, in the last two years of normal life he partied hard, had so many girls he did not remember half of them, he refused to fall in love again it was too much of a hassle yet like a fool he did it again after his little date with the monster. Well, life spins a lot and tonight he was going to hang a last time with his high school mates and most likely take a day off in his part time job.
He spent the afternoon bowling with his mates this was definitely his day all strikes not one pine left after he rolled his ball, but the time went by and he started to notice something strange, well not exactly notice more like the lack of something, he wasn't hungry at all and he didn't have a proper breakfast that morning. He went to a fast food restaurant with the rest of his friends, they all ordered their favorite meal and started digging, but for Garfield it wasn't so easy the same smells and emotions of his failed breakfast from that morning started to take over him, he felt nauseous and sick.
Being the second time this day he doubted his senses and took a big portion of his salad and when it got to his mouth, it felt much worse than the mere smell, hard and rough against his tongue, a really bitter flavor filled his cavity his throat so dry in search for liquid while the eyes began to get teary but some how he swallowed the whole thing and then noticed his companion's eyes looking at him with concern. In the end he said he was feeling bad, excused himself and went home.
When he got there he tried any kind of food, condiment, sauce that got in his hand, he tried them but, they all ended in the same dark place: his toilet. He could not understand just what happened to him since this morning he had eaten nothing, when thinking like that the dark haired teen remembered that morning's coffee and the guimauve.
He rushed out and not looked at the people or the things that were on his way, in the end the place he searched for was right before his eyes, but in his race here the boy had been hit, cursed, called a pervert and god knows what else so the strain got him and waves of fatigue washed over his body. Opening the door his eyes wandered looking for that morning's waiter and when their eyes meet the target, the waiter noticed him way before and had prepared one good cup of coffee and waited for his customer to approach the bar and when he was there a cup of steaming coffee presented in front of him.
"I've been wondering when would I get to see you dear customer. All the answers you are looking for I can give to you, but now it's not the time or the place to speak of such matters"
"What the hell is your deal dude! I come here to ask what exactly you gave me this morning to get your know it all attitude and you just tell me to wait without letting me utter a word!" said an angered Garfield to be answered in the most calm of tones
"Dear customer, you are disturbing the rest of customers if you continue to cause a ruckus I'll be forced to show you the exit" And in a low voice, "If you wait for a mere ten minutes I can answer your questions"
Seen how calm, composed and keen on waiting was his interlocutor Garfield choose to follow what he was advised and waited while drinking the coffee that was good indeed.
While he was waiting the news were on and among them was one about the mysterious collapse of a shack in the outer part of the city where ghoul investigators assured they found some of the liquid that characterizes them, in that moment he felt a shiver down his spine it was the same sack as the one from his dream, but if the collapsed building was real then the rest of the dream should be real, in that case just what had happened to him in the two days he was out cold?
When the ten minutes had gone by, most of the customers had left and were replaced by new ones, it was when the cafeteria was nearly full again that Garfield noticed the smell of the new crowd slightly different from the usual smell he was familiar with, after giving it enough though it was all crystal clear: none of them was human.
"As you might have noticed" said the waiter "all the customers here are not quite normal they are ghouls, and you have been the same for the last two days, you are no longer human so the only thing that can satisfy your hunger is the flesh and blood of those mammals that pollute our streets calling themselves humans" Logan stared into space for a while not believing what had happened to him and his fate "But is there nothing else I can eat, I mean I'm a vegetarian I don't do meat" The waiter chuckled "Unlike humans there, is no thing as a choice but since you are so keen on knowing, there are alternatives, like eating your own kind or starving to death, the last one I don't recommend since a ghoul's hunger is so strong it drives even the most kind person into a mental psycho, so in a sense the choice is yours: To eat or not to eat, willingly at least".
AN: Sorry for the format errors in the last chapters they have been fixed. Thanks for reading. Please comment.
