Disclaimer: I own but the idea, Alicia Chambers, and Nikki Jones (well, technically, I don't own Nicole. She is but the person I like, dare say, love). Second to last chapter.
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The moon kills, you know. It feeds off the earth. And when it shines down, fat and full, something in the night howls, the inhuman notes drifting on the wind, lonely, savage, lycanthropic. And with each full moon during the cycle of the werewolf, something, or someone, has to die.
Hobbes realized this all too soon as he watched the sun sink behind crimson clouds and out of this world for another night. And soon, over the horizon, the pregnant moon will follow the sun's daily course, and when it finds itself over the hovering heads of Calvin and Hobbes, something, or someone, will die.
"You, uh, you almost have the lock ready?" asked Hobbes, quickly, to Calvin as he emptied the last of unnecessary junk out of the shed. "Almost. Now, when you go in, and when you change, dare you need to, I put some milk and tuna in there." said Calvin with an air of cool sophistication, but underneath his voice Hobbes could hear the note of unease. He was trying to look past the fact his best friend was a hideous freak of nature. He could smell it like he could smell sweat and dirt underneath a man wearing too much cologne.
"I really don't know how it happened." remarked Hobbes as Calvin began to toy with the lock, making sure it would hold against the destructive force against a werewolf.
"You have to get bitten by a werewolf to become one, I think. But I would have remembered. And I don't remember getting into any fight with a wolf. I would be cut up, as I would have kicked the crap out of him first. But I don't remember, not at all."
Calvin looked up from the lock and faced Hobbes. "Sometime these things happen. Sometimes radiation mutates something, sometimes things change on their own. Not that you're a mutant." he quickly added as he saw the look on Hobbes' face.
The sun was covered in its blanket of clouds now, and purple scarlet replaced the blue in the sky. The clouds, thank God, would at least give Hobbes a few extra hours before he was to change to his hideous abnormality.
Within a half hour a complete blanket of darkness had enveloped o'er the land. Crickets sang their summer song, and the sound of children's laughter as they chased after fireflies rang in Hobbes' ear. What if the shed isn't strong enough? What if I get out and can't control myself? What if I kill a kid that only wanted to catch some fireflies?
"Okay, uh, let's do this thing."
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Nicole Jones began to stride up the street, throwing a casual glance over her shoulder. She was suspicious that somebody was following her, but not exactly sure who it was. She was convinced it was safe in the suburbs, nobody would harm a teenage girl in the suburbs. She had been over at Kayla's house with Angela, and they had both assured her that nobody would kill somebody in a suburb. However, Nicole had known Alicia Chambers, who had been killed last month, albeit she had been a senior and Nicole was but a freshman, but still they had been good friends. Alicia wasn't supposed to die. People like Alicia, the thoughtful and caring and those that suffer without complaining (horrible family, boyfriend that had treated her like crap), aren't supposed to die.
The children around her made her feel better as they ran around, searching for fireflies. She smiled lightly and pushed her brunette hair out of her eyes. Another look back, and still no Nightly Knife, the name that had circulated at the high school. Although many were convinced on calling it Manibal, the man cannibal. The wounds were more like teeth marks than knife wounds. Nicole chose not to think about it.
Nicole began to pick up her pace as above her the pregnant moon's cloud cover began to thin.