TeaYami: "Roll over Nigie. Atta boy! Have a treat." hehe...Hmm...Abby and Nigel's Lonely Were-Poodle Nights...might have to bump up the rating for that part of the story heh.
Kraven the Hunter: Cookie for you for inspiring me! Yes those two are going to need tons of homework and if they don't get it...Watch Out!
Okay Abby may seem OOC in this chapter/the rest of the story. I will do my best to keep her in-character, but she needs to be slightly OOC to her friends and her family notice something is wrong with her. But if any of the other characters are OOC I have no excuse.
To the Dogs
Chapter 3
Nigel lay in his room, breathing softly. His left side had started to go numb from laying on it for so long, but Nigel didn't want to move. His back and right arm still had large scratches along them and it was painful to lay on them. He had been in his room since the return from the woods. He had hardly gotten any sleep. He had wandered the hall for a short while only to find that Abby was no where to be found. Nigel was certain that the beast that had attacked him was Abby. He had been hoping that they would get a chance to talk. Nigel strained his neck to look at the still fresh scratches along the back of his arm. He sighed deeply. Nigel knew he probably should be furious at Abby, but something stopped him. He had remembered reading that people can lose control when they are Were-Poodles. So Abby really had no idea what she was doing. But what was the true reason Nigel held no grudge is because it seemed like Abby tried to help him. Before she attacked it looked like she was fighting with herself, and she had been telling Nigel to run. Of course Nigel was confused and scared, so he had stayed put. She had tried to protect him, and to Nigel that's all that matters. Nigel had reread the Were-Poodle information that he and Abby had located earlier. It did tell him that he would turn into a Were-Poodle too. It is just a matter of time.
Abby sat in her room, at her house. She figured she'd be safe there, until night. Cree had been surprised to see Abby, but Abby didn't stick around her long enough to care. Abby was afraid to be around any people. She had done the worst thing possible in attacking Nigel. Maybe she should just run away, never to return. Abby walked to her window and looked out to the moon that was nearing the mountains in the distance. Abby sat for hours just watching the sun come up. Sunrises had quickly become the most wonderful thing in the world. Forget that they are beautiful and romance. Sunrise meant that once again Abby would have full control over her body. Abby heard her door open softly. Normally she wouldn't have heard it, but now all her senses have been heighten. She took a quick sniff of the air and smelt Cree's faint perfume.
"Get out of here Cree." Abby mumbled angrily. Cree just stood at the door.
"What's wrong with you lately?" Cree asked harshly. Abby turned to face her older sister.
"I mean, there's something different about you. It just doesn't seem right." Cree said with much less anger. It sounded like she almost cared. But the thought of Cree caring almost made Abby laugh. Cree was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking cool. For the longest time Cree had been Abby's hero. Now Abby could hardly stand to even look at her sister. Cree may have betrayed the Kids Next Door, but she had more then betrayed Abby. Abby now knew that every action Cree did in her last few weeks of KND was planned. From handing down her beloved red cap to Abby to leading a final mission into Fathers mansion, everything was planned. As Cree stood in the doorway still giving Abby a strange gaze, memories of the final mission flew through Abby's head.
(Abby's thoughts)
Cree had led herself and 4 other operatives to Father's mansion, Abby and Nigel being 2 of them. Abby at that time had been on a few missions with Cree, and was pretty use to it, Nigel was fresh out of Cadet's, but was close friends with Abby, so Cree let him tag along. Cree had the other 2 operatives go one way, while Abby and Nigel followed her. Not too far along the way, they had been attacked by the Delightfuls. Abby had gotten punched in the face and was rendered unconscious. She had woken in a large chamber with Cree pacing in front of her, wearing some weird armor, later to be classified as B.R.A. Abby jumped up to her sister right away, and was surprised that she was not held down by ropes or chains. Cree had started apologizing for some odd reason, and then Abby noticed Nigel was missing. Abby demanded to know where he was and Cree answered softly. Without any clue as to where she was going, Abby took off in search of Nigel. Within a short amount of time she located him. Cree had followed shortly behind her. Just as Abby entered the room Nigel was being held in, the Delightfuls walked in with a strange ray gun of sorts. As if they never noticed Abby they aimed the gun at Nigel, and as a reflex Abby began to charge at them. She was quickly held back by Cree, who had been muttering "I can't let you do this," and "I know I'm going to regret this." So Abby went to her last resort. She did what any 9 year old would do in this case. She screamed. Finally getting the attention of the Delightfuls, also making their aim be slightly off. They powerful blast from the odd gun fired at Nigel, only to end up just sheering the top of his head. Nigel screamed in fear and slight pain. He screamed a scream that has been burned into Abby's worst nightmares.
(Normal POV)
Nigel had given Abby the benefit of the doubt then. He had said that "She tried her best to help him," and that "If she had never showed up he might not be here today." In the back of Abby's head she knew he was right, but guilt had taken over, and the bond between the Lincoln Sisters broke. Abby looked to her big sister now, still standing in the doorway, trying to keep her cool look. Abby's eyes narrowed at her sister. Although Abby largely blamed herself, she knew that Cree was part of the reason that Nigel is bald. For some reason now all her anger was building up. Normally Abby would have just blown Cree off, figuring she's not worth the effort. But now, Abby was holding back a strong urge to tackle Cree. Suddenly Abby was overcome by an odd feeling. He muscle became tighter and began to ache. Quickly Abby recognized the feeling. She looked down to her hands which where starting to grow a fine fur, and her nails where sharpening into a point. Abby began to panic, if Cree knew she was a Were-Poodle she'd use it against Abby. Abby quickly got out of the house and ran to the nearest wooden area. The entire time she was running she was telling herself that she couldn't transform. She kept shifting her eyes down to her hands which seemed to not be getting better or worse. When she finally reached some woods she practically threw herself in them. She took a few seconds to regain her breath before looking herself over. To her surprise she was fine. He hands had returned to normal.
"Man all that running for nothing." Abby said as she panted softly. So now feeling safe she decided to head back home. Abby was certain that she was about to go into Were-Poodle form, what stopped her? Maybe this was the beginning of her gaining control. Then again she wasn't in control when she first started changing. Abby knew now that she has to control her anger.
"I wonder if that's what it's like to have mood swings." Abby asked herself. Abby turned to a large figure a short while off. The tree house stood far above many of the houses in town and could be seen from at least 2 miles away. Hesitantly she began to head to the tree house. Though she was afraid to face Nigel, she was still a KND operative and it is her duty to protect the right of kids everywhere. How can she do that in her room? She reached the door to Nigel's house. She was about to head to the back entrance to the tree house, so she wouldn't have to see Nigel's parents. But the Unos always greeted Abby like family so she felt safe. She opened the door, and walked in silently. Mrs. Uno was the first to notice her.
"Oh Abby, I didn't hear you come in. How are you darling?" She asked casually, not even really caring that Abby had just walked into the house without knocking or anything.
"Fine," Abby said half-heartily. Abby tried to move on but was stopped by Mr. Uno this time.
"Oh Abigail, Nigel is upstairs playing with the others." He said before returning to his sousaphone. Abby quickly moved upstairs to Nigel's room. She opened his closet and pushed back the hanging clothes. There was a keypad in the wall and Abby typed in her password. With a small ding, a part of the wall slid up to reveal an elevator. She walked in it and hit the button for the main floor. The elevator quickly ascended to the proper level. The doors slid open and Abby was faced with the main living room. Numbuh 4 was busily hitting buttons and moving with his video game. Numbuh 3 was watching the game intently and cheering Numbuh 4 on. Numbuh 2 had a bowl of nachos and was also watching the game. Abby slipped in but was quickly noticed.
"Hey Numbuh 5! Where yah been?" Numbuh 2 called out. In doing this he also got Numbuh 3's attention and part of Numbuh 4's, the other part still watching his game.
"I've been home, uh, Where's Numbuh 1?" She asked looking around the room.
"Oh he's in his room." Numbuh 3 said in an almost calm voice.
"Yeah he's been in there all day. Hasn't come out even once." Numbuh 4 complained still smashing buttons. Numbuh 2 nodded to confirm the statement. Abby walked out of the main room and up to Nigel's bedroom. She opened the door slowly and peaked in. Nigel was lying on his bed staring out of a ceiling window. Abby walked in and closed the door behind her.
"Numbuh 1…" She said her voice barely over a whisper. Nigel rolled to his side and looked to Abby.
"Oh Numbuh 5, uh….Hey" He weakly replied. He winced in pain as he hoisted himself up.
"Don't move Numbuh 1." Abby said moving to him. She gave him a warm smile as she sat next to him. She saw the bruised scratches across Nigel's back and cringed at the sight.
"Aw man, Numbuh 1. Numbuh 5's really sorry about what happened. But you have no control and…" She was cut off by Nigel raising his hand to her mouth.
"I understand I saw you try and fight it, and try to protect me. That's all that really matters." He said in a soothing voice. A weight was lifted from Abby then. She had been so worried that Nigel wouldn't forgive her. Then Nigel's eyes became filled with worry.
"Oh I wanted to ask you. I'm going to become a Were-Poodle too aren't I?" He asked. Abby looked at him with guilt.
"Yeah, and it's all my fault." She complained softly. Then something hit her. "You know, I must be a curse to you or something." Nigel raised an eyebrow at her.
"What could you possibly mean?"
"Oh come on. If it weren't for me you wouldn't be in this mess. You wouldn't become a Were-Poodle, you wouldn't be bald…" Again Nigel cut her off.
"I also wouldn't be in the Kids Next Door. But worst of all, I wouldn't know one of the most wonderful person on earth." He said,
"You." Abby could feel herself blushing, and pulled her hat down to hide it. Nigel chuckled softly as she did.
"So are you and I going to go homework hunting sometime?" Nigel joked, which brought Abby back to reality.
"Uhh…yeah. Next full moon." She replied. Nigel had begun to talk again but Abby had stopped listening for the moment. Something else caught her attention. She could feel her ears perk up at a muffled sound. Nigel had noticed that she wasn't paying attention.
"Numbuh 5…" Abby turned to him and held her finger to her mouth, shushing him. Slowly she crept to Nigel's door. With one swift motion she opened the door quickly, and the three bodies of the rest of Sector V toppled into Nigel's room. Numbuh 3 picked herself up quickly.
"I told you, you were too loud Numbuh 4." She complained. Numbuh 4 glared at her.
"Well…someone had to shut Numbuh 2 up." He replied quickly. Numbuh 2 looked at him in shock.
"Me?" Abby slapped her forehead.
"Y'all are pathetic, Numbuh 5's going home for the night." Everyone looked to her.
"But Numbuh 5 you haven't been here all day. And now that you are here, you're going to leave?" Numbuh 3 whined. Abby just shrugged and walked out.
At home Abby had to face Cree after her little 'episode' earlier that day.
"Girl what was with you this morning?" Cree asked when she walked in. Abby glared at her.
"Leave me alone Cree." She said walking past her sister and up to her room. Cree watched her pass.
"Whatever."
Abby threw herself onto her bed. She just laid there for a while, and slowly drifted off to sleep without knowing.
Hours later Abby woke with a start. She looked to her clock to see that it is 11:32 PM. Moonlight dimly lit her room. Abby's muscles became tense, preparing her body for a transformation. Quickly Abby clenched her fists.
"No not here. Not at home." She told herself. She began to panic.
"Aw common girl, calm down." She demanded. She forced herself to breathe deeply and relax. Slowly her muscles relaxed and any signs of transformation disappeared. Abby looked to her hands to see if it was true. She had just stopped herself from turning.
The next morning Abby called Valerie to tell her what happened.
"You really stopped yourself from changing? Wow that's pretty good. It is the first signs that you are beginning to control yourself." Valerie praised from the other line, "You must be pretty much in control with your anger huh?" She questioned.
"Well it just takes me a lot to blow up. So I guess yeah, I am pretty in check with my emotions." Abby tried to answer truthfully.
"Good, because you need to be able to harness your emotions to completely control your Were-Poodle self." Valerie said her voice almost taunting Abby, "Meet me in the woods next to my house in 10 minutes."
"Why?" Abby asked confused.
"I'll help you learn to control yourself." She said then hung up. Abby walked to the woods. Just the sight of the creepy forest brought back memories of Valerie's attack. Valerie sat on a low branch near the entrance of the woods. She jumped down just a few feet in front of Abby.
"I don't expect you to learn it all today, but if you want to ever have control over this and your life, you might want to pay attention." Valerie warned. She began explaining that, to turn to a Were-Poodle you have to use anger, to turn back to human you have to calm down. Abby could turn herself to a Were-Poodle, but then became stuck. She had lose control and tried to attack Valerie, who countered by turning herself into her own Were-Poodle form and slowly calmed Abby down, by soothing the beast.
"You have to listen to that small voice in the back of your head. It's you human part. Only that can keep you from completely turning. If you learn to listen to it then you can become one with the animal inside of you. Keep in mind that your human part and your Were-Poodle part are conflicting, but the Were-Poodle is stronger and overcomes the human." She said wisely. Again Abby tried; again Valerie was forced to calm her down. They tried this time after time, and to day after day. It took almost a week for Abby to overpower the Were-Poodle, and finally after her third week, she had almost complete control. In the words of Valerie,
"Her two conflicting part had compromised and merged."
Abby was quick to notice the 'merge.' She stood on her lawn in her backyard. The wind blew softly on her skin. But below her skin Abby could feel her fur moving softly to the wind. She could feel everything of her animal counter part, but everyone saw her human skin. Her tail wagged involuntarily. Abby put her had to her nose. Everyone on the outside saw a little girl just touching her nose, but Abby felt her short fur on her fingers touching her cold wet nose. Abby looked to the sky. In about a week, the next full moon would come, bringing Nigel into a state of no control. Abby decided that she would be there for him, help him through it. She knew what he was going to go through, and she knew she could communicate with his Were-Poodle form as well as his human. Or she hoped…
Ohhh cliffie...well kinda. I know everyone hates cliffies, but if I don't leave you hanging why would you want to read this story.
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