Chapter Two: Raven, The Creature
Heero looked down at his arms and noticed that his hair had grown quite a bit. 'Must be my body growing,' he thought as he slowly stood up and walked over to the window the moon was rising, and it was full.
"Quite beautiful, isn't it?" a deep, throaty voice said. Heero spun around and drew his gun simultaneously. There was a figure crouched on his bed post. He had on a worn-out pair of jeans with holes at the knees, a white tank top, and a leather jacket and he seemed to be sort of hairy . . . "Who are you?" Heero half-growled at the man. "I am Raven." He stood, and walked over to Heero. "I'm sorry that I was a bit rough on you," he said, reaching to touch the scarred neck, "but I see that you recover quickly." Heero swiped his hand away, slight confusion in his eyes. "What are you talking about?" Raven laughed slightly, running a hand through his midnight black hair. "You don't remember, so you? And I bet you wonder why I'm all hairy," he said, looking at himself. Heero looked at him, and then he did wonder why Raven was so hairy.
"Who do you think gave you those wounds? I did." Raven said, an unreadable, toothy grin slipped across his face. Heero looked at him, surprised by his words. "...How?" Raven looked down. "You don't think I did it as this, do you? As a human?" he snorted, and looked up at him with his ice-cold, blue eyes and smirked, showing off his fangs he was transforming into some sort of creature. Heero stepped back, his gun still aimed at Raven. Raven shrugged off his jacket tufts of fur were sprouting from his skin, tearing and bursting through his shirt. "What are you?" Heero asked, his voice sounding a bit uncertain. Raven stopped transforming, "I," he said in a deep, raspy, nonhuman voice, "am a Homo lupus a Child of the Moon. I am what you would call a werewolf. You, Heero, can change too, after what I did to you... "
Heero looked at him, still confused. "What do you mean, 'change'?" Raven laughed, exposing his pointy teeth. "Into a werewolf! Now, the moon is full, and I know that you have the crave to change!" Raven continued his transformation slowly, and shed the remnants of his ensemble. He still had his human mouth, "Why`d you do this to me?" Heero asked, taking his gun off of Raven.
He winced slightly and grunted, looking up at Heero. "...My pack needs a new leader... for the past ten days I have been watching you, following you... studying about you. Heero, you are the strongest human that I have ever seen you already have the strength of a Homo lupus. As one, only the Moon knows how strong you are... Please, Heero, I am begging you," he kneeled, "please be our pack leader." Heero looked away from Raven, and out the window. "I can't... there's too much going on in my life..." "Then at least join us tonight... please?" His gaze turned back to Raven, who's eyes were begging for him to come. "... How do I change?" Heero said, sighing. "You think of changing into a werewolf... your bones changing, fur erupting " he grunted; as he was talking, his body was changing, "your body changing." As he finished this, so did his transformation; he was a full-grown, black werewolf.
In his mind, Heero thought of turning into a werewolf then his body began to sprout fur all over. Next, his face stretched out into a muzzle, and his teeth grew into sharp, pointy fangs. His shirt was torn to shreds, and quickly Heero shed the rest. He felt a great pain as his body and organs were changing, and he got down on his hands and knees, wanting the change to stop but in some part in his mind he wanted it so bad that it could not be stopped, and he hated it. He finally completed the transition from Homo sapien to Homo lupus; his pelt was a dark brown, and he had dark cobalt eyes. He looked to Raven, who jerked his head to the window, which was now open.
Heero dived out of the window and onto the roof's ledge. He looked down on the lawn were several wolves, no, werewolves, looking up at him, as if they were expecting him. Raven jumped off of the ledge, and joined the pack, trying to blend in with them, but Heero could spot him easily; he was the only black werewolf of the pack. Heero readied himself, and jumped to the ground, roughly landing on all fours. The pack looked at him, hope in their eyes.
A rabbit, about a half-of-a-mile away, popped out of its burrow. The pack did not move at all, as if they were expecting someone to move first Heero. Raven nudged him encouragingly, hoping that he would get the hint and chase the small animal. Heero hesitated for a second, but then he could smell the rabbit, it seemed that his nose was touching the rabbit even though it was far away. The bloodlust rushed through his veins and he started to run toward the rabbit, each step as silent as the last. Then the rest of the pack followed, eager to see his first kill. When he was about seven feet from the rabbit, it began to dash away from him. He increased his speed, getting closer, and closer, and closer until...
Heero looked down at his arms and noticed that his hair had grown quite a bit. 'Must be my body growing,' he thought as he slowly stood up and walked over to the window the moon was rising, and it was full.
"Quite beautiful, isn't it?" a deep, throaty voice said. Heero spun around and drew his gun simultaneously. There was a figure crouched on his bed post. He had on a worn-out pair of jeans with holes at the knees, a white tank top, and a leather jacket and he seemed to be sort of hairy . . . "Who are you?" Heero half-growled at the man. "I am Raven." He stood, and walked over to Heero. "I'm sorry that I was a bit rough on you," he said, reaching to touch the scarred neck, "but I see that you recover quickly." Heero swiped his hand away, slight confusion in his eyes. "What are you talking about?" Raven laughed slightly, running a hand through his midnight black hair. "You don't remember, so you? And I bet you wonder why I'm all hairy," he said, looking at himself. Heero looked at him, and then he did wonder why Raven was so hairy.
"Who do you think gave you those wounds? I did." Raven said, an unreadable, toothy grin slipped across his face. Heero looked at him, surprised by his words. "...How?" Raven looked down. "You don't think I did it as this, do you? As a human?" he snorted, and looked up at him with his ice-cold, blue eyes and smirked, showing off his fangs he was transforming into some sort of creature. Heero stepped back, his gun still aimed at Raven. Raven shrugged off his jacket tufts of fur were sprouting from his skin, tearing and bursting through his shirt. "What are you?" Heero asked, his voice sounding a bit uncertain. Raven stopped transforming, "I," he said in a deep, raspy, nonhuman voice, "am a Homo lupus a Child of the Moon. I am what you would call a werewolf. You, Heero, can change too, after what I did to you... "
Heero looked at him, still confused. "What do you mean, 'change'?" Raven laughed, exposing his pointy teeth. "Into a werewolf! Now, the moon is full, and I know that you have the crave to change!" Raven continued his transformation slowly, and shed the remnants of his ensemble. He still had his human mouth, "Why`d you do this to me?" Heero asked, taking his gun off of Raven.
He winced slightly and grunted, looking up at Heero. "...My pack needs a new leader... for the past ten days I have been watching you, following you... studying about you. Heero, you are the strongest human that I have ever seen you already have the strength of a Homo lupus. As one, only the Moon knows how strong you are... Please, Heero, I am begging you," he kneeled, "please be our pack leader." Heero looked away from Raven, and out the window. "I can't... there's too much going on in my life..." "Then at least join us tonight... please?" His gaze turned back to Raven, who's eyes were begging for him to come. "... How do I change?" Heero said, sighing. "You think of changing into a werewolf... your bones changing, fur erupting " he grunted; as he was talking, his body was changing, "your body changing." As he finished this, so did his transformation; he was a full-grown, black werewolf.
In his mind, Heero thought of turning into a werewolf then his body began to sprout fur all over. Next, his face stretched out into a muzzle, and his teeth grew into sharp, pointy fangs. His shirt was torn to shreds, and quickly Heero shed the rest. He felt a great pain as his body and organs were changing, and he got down on his hands and knees, wanting the change to stop but in some part in his mind he wanted it so bad that it could not be stopped, and he hated it. He finally completed the transition from Homo sapien to Homo lupus; his pelt was a dark brown, and he had dark cobalt eyes. He looked to Raven, who jerked his head to the window, which was now open.
Heero dived out of the window and onto the roof's ledge. He looked down on the lawn were several wolves, no, werewolves, looking up at him, as if they were expecting him. Raven jumped off of the ledge, and joined the pack, trying to blend in with them, but Heero could spot him easily; he was the only black werewolf of the pack. Heero readied himself, and jumped to the ground, roughly landing on all fours. The pack looked at him, hope in their eyes.
A rabbit, about a half-of-a-mile away, popped out of its burrow. The pack did not move at all, as if they were expecting someone to move first Heero. Raven nudged him encouragingly, hoping that he would get the hint and chase the small animal. Heero hesitated for a second, but then he could smell the rabbit, it seemed that his nose was touching the rabbit even though it was far away. The bloodlust rushed through his veins and he started to run toward the rabbit, each step as silent as the last. Then the rest of the pack followed, eager to see his first kill. When he was about seven feet from the rabbit, it began to dash away from him. He increased his speed, getting closer, and closer, and closer until...