Chapter 1: Changes
I'm Liz Parker and lately I've been feeling like I'm changing. It's not a big enough change to be noticed by the outside world, but I can feel it. I feel... power. I've frown stronger and my senses are sharpened. Everything seems different. A smell, how ever far away, becomes more intense, my sight is beyond 20/20 vision. A taste is more powerful, I can hear something as small as the sound of breathing from the opposite side of the room as if it were right next to my ear. And, oh god, to be touched, it feels so incredibly different. I don't know what's happening to me, but I hope it never stops.
Liz shut her journal and placed it on her lap. For a minute she just sat there, staring off into space, hands neatly folded over her journal when suddenly she had the urge to go running. She placed her journal back in its hiding spot and climbed down the ladder leading up to her balcony. Once she reached the bottom and her feet hit the ground with a deafening boom that seemed to penetrate down to Liz's bone structure, she ran. Unsure of where she was running to, she just ran. Her heart thumping, her feet pounding the ground beneath her, she was lost inside herself until it was no longer the hard cement she could feel beneath her feet but the soft dampness of freshly watered grass. As she slowed to a stop, it dawned on her where she'd flocked to without knowing. The cemetery.
Liz made her way through the low branched trees surrounding the place that reeked of death. She lurked through the maze of head stones until she came face to face with the one thing that could really bring her heart to a stop at this moment.
Alex Charles Whitman
1984-2001
Beloved Son And Friend
Liz kneeled down in front of the grave of her best friend since the 5th grade, and placed her hand over his name engraved on the head stone. Silent tears slowly made there way down her face as she sat there, unmoving. Soaking up the memory of her friend she decided that she didn't want to mourn anymore she just wanted to honour his memory.
As she stood a chill ran down her spine and her body tensed. She could feel someone near by. Slowly, without trying to make a sound, she moved towards the exit of the cemetery. As she placed her foot down she heard a crack and realized too late that she'd stepped on a twig, for she was already flying through the air, having been on the wrong end of a powerful kick. The person ran towards her and just as Liz was getting up the man attacked her again. But this time her grabbed her to him and yanked her head back. Not knowing what to do Liz let her reflex's take over and before she knew it, the man was 5 feet away climbing to his feet. 'Did I do that?' Liz asked herself as she came face to face with this man.
He lifted his head slowly, and Liz could have sworn she heard him growl. As soon as his face was in the line of her vision, she gasped. The man wasn't a man at all, more of a creature. He had glowing yellow eyes and his forehead seemed lumpy and two of his teeth were as sharp as fangs. Liz panicked, wondering what she was going to do and the thing could smell the fear. He charged again and tackled Liz to the ground. When Liz hit the ground she flung her feet out in front of her and kicked the thing hard in his stomach and he staggered backwards a couple feet. Liz jumped up to her feet, not having time to register how she did that. She ran at the creature with a speed that not even she knew she had and jumped up and kicked the creature in the head with a spinning kick. He stumbled backwards and again Liz ran at him. This time she pushed him into a tree. The creature stood frozen in shock for a second before he burst into dust and all that remained was a little tree branch and a pile of dust in his place.
Liz stood there stunned. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. Some weird man/creature thing just jumped out at her and she killed it.
"What the hell is happening to me?"
I'm Liz Parker and lately I've been feeling like I'm changing. It's not a big enough change to be noticed by the outside world, but I can feel it. I feel... power. I've frown stronger and my senses are sharpened. Everything seems different. A smell, how ever far away, becomes more intense, my sight is beyond 20/20 vision. A taste is more powerful, I can hear something as small as the sound of breathing from the opposite side of the room as if it were right next to my ear. And, oh god, to be touched, it feels so incredibly different. I don't know what's happening to me, but I hope it never stops.
Liz shut her journal and placed it on her lap. For a minute she just sat there, staring off into space, hands neatly folded over her journal when suddenly she had the urge to go running. She placed her journal back in its hiding spot and climbed down the ladder leading up to her balcony. Once she reached the bottom and her feet hit the ground with a deafening boom that seemed to penetrate down to Liz's bone structure, she ran. Unsure of where she was running to, she just ran. Her heart thumping, her feet pounding the ground beneath her, she was lost inside herself until it was no longer the hard cement she could feel beneath her feet but the soft dampness of freshly watered grass. As she slowed to a stop, it dawned on her where she'd flocked to without knowing. The cemetery.
Liz made her way through the low branched trees surrounding the place that reeked of death. She lurked through the maze of head stones until she came face to face with the one thing that could really bring her heart to a stop at this moment.
Alex Charles Whitman
1984-2001
Beloved Son And Friend
Liz kneeled down in front of the grave of her best friend since the 5th grade, and placed her hand over his name engraved on the head stone. Silent tears slowly made there way down her face as she sat there, unmoving. Soaking up the memory of her friend she decided that she didn't want to mourn anymore she just wanted to honour his memory.
As she stood a chill ran down her spine and her body tensed. She could feel someone near by. Slowly, without trying to make a sound, she moved towards the exit of the cemetery. As she placed her foot down she heard a crack and realized too late that she'd stepped on a twig, for she was already flying through the air, having been on the wrong end of a powerful kick. The person ran towards her and just as Liz was getting up the man attacked her again. But this time her grabbed her to him and yanked her head back. Not knowing what to do Liz let her reflex's take over and before she knew it, the man was 5 feet away climbing to his feet. 'Did I do that?' Liz asked herself as she came face to face with this man.
He lifted his head slowly, and Liz could have sworn she heard him growl. As soon as his face was in the line of her vision, she gasped. The man wasn't a man at all, more of a creature. He had glowing yellow eyes and his forehead seemed lumpy and two of his teeth were as sharp as fangs. Liz panicked, wondering what she was going to do and the thing could smell the fear. He charged again and tackled Liz to the ground. When Liz hit the ground she flung her feet out in front of her and kicked the thing hard in his stomach and he staggered backwards a couple feet. Liz jumped up to her feet, not having time to register how she did that. She ran at the creature with a speed that not even she knew she had and jumped up and kicked the creature in the head with a spinning kick. He stumbled backwards and again Liz ran at him. This time she pushed him into a tree. The creature stood frozen in shock for a second before he burst into dust and all that remained was a little tree branch and a pile of dust in his place.
Liz stood there stunned. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. Some weird man/creature thing just jumped out at her and she killed it.
"What the hell is happening to me?"