…Nyahhhh………….. /random Okay, so, I do not speak German whatsoever, so please bear with me. A know a total of… well, let's count,
Guten tag
Fraulein
Danke
Nein
Ja
Gesundheit
Feuer
A total of seven words in German, the rest would be totally taken from a translator if I ever decide to put sentences in German… please bear with me x.x;;
Prey
Squarehead
Grade eleven art, the only class aside from Phys. Ed. that Atlanta had with any of the others. Despite her very athletic attitude, Atlanta was surprisingly very artistic and was able to effectively use a wide range of mediums. She sat in the second row to the back, in the middle column whereas Theresa sat on column to the left and third row from the front.
In order to have an appropriate amount of faculty to effectively run a high school, normal mortals were hired due to the lack of available gods and goddesses. The mortal portion of the faculty was kept in the dark about the gods' true identities, of course.
Sadly, the art teacher in that particular classroom was mortal, and a very strict one. One could say he was quite jealous of Atlanta's artistic ability.
"Okay, okay - shut your traps!" Mr. Soyka barked before gathering a thick stack of test papers. "Today is your unit test on ancient art, I expect you to use a pencil. You have until quarter after."
Half the class had already tuned out at the mention of a unit test, preferring not to hear the teacher's drawl.
5. Why in Ancient Greek sculptures were the people depicted often in the nude?
Well that's easy, because they believed the human body to be beautiful, Atlanta mentally answered prior to writing it down.
6. The Acropolis, Temple of Zeus…
Quickly zooming through the test, it took a few moments to realize that Theresa had passed a note to her. She picked it up and was about to unfold it when Mr. Soyka cleared his throat, "Ah-ah, Miss Pearson, mind bringing that note up to the front?"
The class 'ooo'ed while swivelling in their seats to look at her. Atlanta could feel her cheeks begin to burn before she slipped from her desk and proceeded to bring the note to the front. An irate classmate decided to trick the youngest of them all and stuck his foot out, successfully tripping her.
The redhead yelped and fell forward onto her hands and knees while the rest of the class minus Theresa erupted into laughter. Theresa simply shot a death glare to each and every one of them before standing to see if her friend was alright. The huntress was still on her hands and knees, staring at the ground.
"Ah-ahaha! What's wrong, Red? Pissed off because you're such a klutz?" The same teenager who had tripped her sneered.
Theresa would gasp when Atlanta turned abruptly, face contorted in a snarl. What really frightened her was her eyes; they shone an animalistic gold, a beast's eyes. Further concern was felt when the same girl launched herself at the boy with a howl.
The two brawled for a few moments, with Atlanta on top until the teacher managed to pull her up off him. Still, her bloodied hands still flailed at the irate asshole.
--
"I don't know what happened to her, she just snapped." Theresa leant back in her seat and combed through he hair with her fingers. "But I can tell you one thing, she wasn't in her right mind when it happened. Something else was in there."
"But what? That isn't like Atlanta. When she gets pissed off, she usually just yells at them…" Jay trailed off, at a loss.
Odie exhaled in a sigh before folding his laptop, "She gave him a concussion, a broken nose and a broken jaw."
The group fell silent at the news, each of them fidgeting nervously.
"I remember when I was younger, when I was abused severely… I almost constantly had the urge to kill someone. I was a ticking time bomb." Archie began, "Maybe something happened to Atlanta when she was younger and it was never fixed…"
Odie peered over the rim of his glasses at the punk-rock teen, "How'd you fix it?"
In response, Archie held up a book titled 'Salem's Lot - a Stephen King novel. "I learned to read." Then he added a little more nonchalant; "I also testified against the fucker and got him seven years in Philadelphia state pen."
Jay leant forward again and rested his arms on the table, "Atlanta is a very independent person. If something did happen as a kid, most likely she would have suppressed it instead of asking for help."
Herry, whom had remained quite silent finally spoke up, "Maybe it has to do with her near-death experience?"
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Atlanta sighed in exasperation, flopping onto the couch after returning from the school. Redhead had been sent home after a talking to from Hera, who seemed genuinely concerned about the girl.
It was only twelve thirty, afternoon classes were just starting. The others wouldn't be home until around quarter after three or so.
Rolling over onto her side, Atlanta frowned at the fact that she just couldn't get comfortable. Her spine ached and cracked when she moved, which was generally unusual. Her lower back was sore too, or more like menstrual cramps. But that wasn't right… that would make her cycle way out of whack.
Just to make sure, the youngest of The Seven dragged herself from the couch and staggered to the kitchen to take a look at the calendar. Nope, she was nowhere near her time. With a groan, Atlanta leaned back against the counter, tipping her head back.
"This sucks."
Deciding some aspirin or Midol would help ease the discomfort, Atlanta made her way to the washroom. There, she sorted through the various medications prescribed to different members of the team. Anti-migraine meds for Theresa, anti-depressants for Archie, sleeping pills for Jay… jackpot was finding some no-name brand box, but with the bold and black letters PMS Relief.
"Hallelujah…" Atlanta muttered as she read the list of symptoms that were to be relieved.
Moodiness
Cramps
Bloating…
Teenager punched two of the pills out of the package and took them both dry. It wasn't that much harder than taking it with water.
Upon closing the cabinet which also served as a mirror, Atlanta shrieked and stumbled back at the frightening sight of the Atlanta from her dream reflected in the mirror. Frightened girl slipped and -
Atlanta bolted upright, panting heavily. Upon surveying her current surroundings, she found that she was on the floor of the bathroom, with shards of the broken mirror littered upon the floor.
"What the hell?" Huntress stood, careful to step over the sharp reflective shards of glass. She frowned when she felt her hair brush her shoulders. Now that wasn't right. Atlanta had always ensured that her rather unruly flaming hair was kept short enough to require the lowest maintenance possible.
Stomach knotting in dread, the girl dashed to her bedroom which held the nearest mirror. Jaw dropped to see that her normally boyishly-short strands had lengthened to brush her shoulders, slight bed-head curls present.
"What the - Holy - Nyuhhh?" Atlanta was at a loss for words at this point, far too freaked out to make much sense. "O-okay, this has got to go."
However, upon leaving her bedroom, a stabbing pain erupted in her abdomen, eliciting a strangled gasp from her. Hand on the wall, she began to lean against it while slowly sinking to the ground. Her fingertips began to ache, and Atlanta watched with horror as her fingernails were stripped away to make room for obscenely long claws.
Atlanta retched, coughing blood up as her teeth painfully jutted and elongated and sharpened. Her sleek and powerful legs suddenly gave out in spasms of pain and she fell over onto her side. Moaning, she twisted herself and attempted to drag herself across the floor - but to what? - however her new claws made it incredibly difficult to do anything with her hands.
While her ears contorted and shifted shape, the pain intensified due to her multiple piercings. By this time Atlanta and twisted herself all the way to her stomach and was on her knees, yet her upper half had slunk low to the ground. Skin itched immensely and her clothes suddenly felt way too tight and constricted her. Wasn't long before such things tore at the seams and simply slipped from her writhing form.
O-oh my God…
The huntress could feel her spine lengthening, pushing away the remnants of her underwear as it developed into a tail. Another strangled groan left her lips when her legs and feet began to change, claws forming out of her toes along with pads. Socks were torn. Fur spread and thickened and by this time, Atlanta's flaming tresses had yet grown to well into her mid-back.
It hurts… and I'm afraid…
Head was suddenly thrown back as now, her face pushed out into a muzzle. Teeth continued to grow and shift to accommodate the changes and then before long, it done. The pain was gone, the fear… it was gone.
But, what was this? Voices? Outside? Atlanta lifted her head, furry wolven ears swivelling forward. Growling deep in her throat, she loped down the stairs and across the livingroom…
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Archie sighed as he climbed the front steps of the brownstone, backpack slung over his shoulder, "Eh, I dunno. I got a book report due tomorrow." Teenager said, replying t Odie's request to accompany him to the arcade as he reached for the front door, "I wanna check up on Atlan-"
Upon opening the front door, he was confronted with a five foot six bipedal snarling wolf… thing.
"-ta?"