My chapters keep getting shorter, I know, but I really needed to finish this up. The detail hasn't been spared, I hope, and it's still as entertaining as the rest of the story. My webcomic is at and my recently opened deviantArt is at . Remember to visit too, where all my future stories are going.

Chapter 3

Lisa came home from the store; it was summer vacation, and it had been nearly five and a half months since she changed. Everyone she knew from before then had disappeared or died. . . and now that she thought about it, it was absolutely everyone. Except Robbie. . . he'd just changed about. . .

"Lisa!"

Robbie's voice startled her, breaking her concentration, "Robbie! I didn't expect you here. . . how did you know my parents were out of town?"

"Well, I keep an eye on you. . ." he sat down on the table that Lisa started placing the plastic bags of food on top of, "Why didn't you tell me they were out? You usually tell me since you can't wait for some alone time together. . ."

"I'm going into heat pretty soon. . ."

"Lisa, look at me. . ." Lisa glances up, his dark face easy to look at against the wood-furnished kitchen, "You don't usually do that. . ."

"Well, things have changed. . ." She looked away, "I'm just. . . just a little worried, ever since. . ."

"I understand. . . and I don't know what happened to Burton, but I do know that won't happen to me. . ."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because I know."

They glared at each other, until Lisa padded forward lightly and embraced him, "It is good to see you, though. . ."

"It's good to see you too. . ."

They held each other like that, sighing softly in the afternoon light, when Robbie licked her cheek, causing her to spark a little, "Come on, let's go up to your bedroom for a little while. . ."

She smiled softly, "Okay. . . but we can't go crazy or anything. . ."

Six hours of craziness later, Lisa looked at her boyfriend above her, his complexion appearing darker in the twilight. He smiled, nuzzling her, "Do you remember what our song was?"

"Woodlands of the Soul. . . of course, that's my favorite song of all time. . . why did you ask?"

"Because I thought of some better lyrics to it. . ."

"Really, now. . ."

"I call it, 'Twilight's Requiem'. . ." he said, and softly began to sing to his lover,

Love like a day. . .

A day starts with a sunrise. . .

Open up your heart and see what's inside

Tell me now what you want to know

Tell me now why the birds will sing their praise. . .

Love like a day. . .

Comes the eve, the birds will hush their melodies

You will stay in your splendor and glories

And the day will never dawn, beautiful eternal twilight

Love like a day. . .

Love like a day

Lisa smiled warmly, "That was wonderful. . ."

"Thank you. . ." He whispered, nuzzling into her shoulder and sighing, "I'll always be there for you. . ."

"I know. . ."

He nuzzled harder, licking at her neck, and she giggled at his tongue's touch, letting him go at it. Then it got a little too rough.

"Robbie. . . that's too hard. . . stop. . ." She said, but he didn't stop, tough, as his teeth slowly worked their way around he shoulder and started to bite down. "Robbie!" He bit down hard on her shoulder, causing her to scream in pain, reflexively releasing her electricity into him. He let go, startled, backing off the bed, growling. "Robbie? . ." She gasped, and realized the change was happening to him too.

He lunged at her, snarling, his mouth starting to foam as she kicked him, sending a few thousand volts into him, enough to shock him but not to hurt him, she stood up as he backed away some.

"Robbie. . ." A tear started to fall down her cheek, "Robbie, what's happening to you?"

His eyes were starting to glow red. He leaned forward as though to pounce.

"Robbie, no!" She held up her hand, and a perplexing look crossed Robbie's face, so he sat down on his haunches, confused. Lisa groaned in pain, her shoulder as bleeding pretty badly, but she didn't let that stop her. She stepped forward to Robbie, "Robbie, something is happening to you. . . do you understand me?"

He nodded slowly, looking almost innocent with his sinister face.

"You're going to feel like hurting people. . . then you're going to run away. . . please don't do that. . ."

He whimpered, glancing at the window. Then he growled and leaped past her, bounding off the bed and out the open passage into the warm night air. Lisa was shocked, and ran to the window, "Robbie, no!"

"Hey, baby!" Yelled the annoying kid next door, hadn't been a Hybrid but liked looking at them, apparently, "You already got your top off so why not came down and make use of it?"

"@%!# you, loser!" She yelled, and slammed the window shut, crumpling onto the bed and breaking out in tears. "Robbie. . . why did you have to leave me here alone? . ."

Lisa didn't meet up with Sara, the Ninetails Hybrid for breakfast the next morning like she promised. Nobody saw her, and her parents weren't due back for another three weeks.

The parties went on as usual that weekend, and Lisa didn't show. They knew she didn't disappear, since they could still see her in the bedroom window every once in a while, but nobody dared go up to her.

Lisa brooded in the dark, glaring at the unlit walls, eerily catching what was all of the moon's rays, giving a dusty blue hue to what otherwise would be a polished-wood furnished area. Her eyes shone bright as they caught the moonlight, something not entirely correct about them. She shivered slightly, scratching something on the wall with her exceedingly sharp claws.

nothingness

She kept staring at it. She focused hard, and it started imbedding itself into her mind.

nothingness

And with one mass rake of her claws across the wall, she scratched it all out and wept again, though she'd long since been able to shed tears, she was so dehydrated. She would drink water, from the bathroom adjacent hers, but not a lot. Only when it made her feel distracted from her thoughts.

I am going to die. . .

It never helped, and she looked back out the window into the streets. Those people down there, they didn't know the pain.

They didn't know the pain.

A week later, they didn't know the pain. They would never know it. But they would come close. They would know the pain soon enough. . .

The room was a complete wreck. The desk was completely destroyed, the walls and floors were clawed up, the rug was torn apart, the bathroom was just rough concrete and debris. The police sergeant shone the flashlight through the collapsed and ruined room, only to come upon a journal that was still in good shape. He opened it up.

Entry One

I should have never taken the drug.

I don't know where Robbie is now. . . and I honestly hope he's okay. I mean, he tried to attack me and all, but I still care for him. He's always been so kind to me. Yes, he was the reason that I took the drug in the first place, but at the time it just seemed like an incredible deal. What's not to like about power?

Entry Two

There's nothing for me to do. I know the drug is slowly tearing me apart inside, and I'll end up like Robbie, eventually, who ended up like Burton, who killed Marcy. I still miss Marcy, and my thoughts keep dwelling on what will happed then. . . who will be my Marcy? I don't want to make a statistic. . .

I want this drug use to stop. But it's too late for me.

Entry Three

The wall is getting incredibly crowded with my claw marks. I can only scratch so much in within the last few days without going crazy. I haven't eaten, but then again, I haven't needed to. The drug is keeping me alive. I just want to die sometimes, so I won't have to live through this. I hope everyone else lives through this too.

Entry Four

There's a light outside my window. . . they know I'm here. Why can't they go away? I don't want them to get hurt. . .

Entry Five

Would they go away! It's making me so mad how they keep looking up here. . . all of them. All the ones the drug has infected. They want to know why I'm here? I suppose I could tell them. I could tell them that the drug's limit is six months, and then they turn out to be like me. Like me.

Entry Six

I threw my desk chair at one of them. His blood is still spilled out there on the sidewalk. At least they're gone and will stop bothering me.

I miss Robbie.

Entry Seven

I want someone to talk to. Anyone. I can't even write with so many distra

Entry Eight

One of the kids came back. I tossed a chunk of the wall at him. The ambulance came by later. Those sirens are so noisy. I need to try and sleep.

Entry Nine

Please help me. . .

Entry Ten

My parents are home. Took them long enough, those ungrateful idiots. Going away, ignoring me just because I took the drug. My mom is the worst. . . she needs to understand that at the time it was the best thing for me. I don't care how angry I am right now, there was no way anyone could have known! I'll show them. . . I'll show both of them. . .

Entry Eleven

The police are here. I'm taking off. . . I don't care if they find this, they'll never catch me. I'm gone to the world anyway.

Tell Sid I'm sorry. . . he's next.

"Sarge" said one of the officers, "We found the bodies. They were hidden in the basement, but once the dogs got here. . ."

"I know, Sam. . . another mysterious murder, another Hybrid gone missing. . . I think we know what's happening, now. . ."

Epilogue

HybridMaker use dropped sharply. Those who had used the drug were kept under observation until later, though there were some that already knew what happens afterwards, even before the staff of the Asylum see for themselves.

Because down, deep in the forest att he edge of the city, just on the other side of the Paradise Springs, a couple consisting of a Mightyena and a Raichu are for the first time in weeks living a peaceful life.

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