hey, my first PG-13 work! lol! this is just a short story i wrote, and i know that parts of it are pretty rough with grammar and wording, so feel free to rip it apart *coughjabbercough*. it won't be continued!! oh man! i'll have to use a bunch of my hard earned points for this...oh well, i'll get more! lol. enjoy!
Friend or Foe? Life or Death? Cougar or Crab?
Dillon was at James’ house, and as he waited for James to finish his second taco he casually asked, “So, I, um, heard that you have some werewolf power thing? What’s that?”
“Oh, that,” James said, wiping sour cream off his lower lip. “Yeah, this guy gave it to me for free, as a test, so I thought it’d be cool. So yeah, I took it.”
“But what does it do?”
“Oh, there’s this thing. I turn into a cougar every full moon, but I can also change whenever I want, too.”
“Where’d you get it?”
James instantly became suspicious. “Why do you want to know?” he asked.
“Because—I’m telling you this ‘cause I’m your best friend—I want to try it.”
“No! Really, Dillon, you don’t want it. It hurts whenever you change, and full moons are not fun at all. And there’s this thing… sometimes I just randomly turn into a cougar. It’s not all it seems like, ‘k? And you can’t take it back. Just, just forget it.”
A flame of malice appeared in Dillon’s eyes for a moment. Then he sighed. “Okay, James… ok,” he said, and walked out of the house.
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James was walking down the street, going to the grocery store because he needed some ham for his supper. He mingled with the crowd, also heading down the main street: Peterston. He wondered about Dillon and the way he was acting. James knew it would be better for him if he forgot about it. Why couldn’t Dillon listen?
James was yanked back into reality—literally—by a huge red claw. It pulled him into an alleyway and Dillon found himself being attacked by a giant crab. It was huge; twice James’ size, and James struggled and dropped out of the claw. Immediately, he switched to his cougar form. “What the heck do you want?” the cougar growled.
The crab seemed to smile and said, “You, James, what else?”
“Dillon…? But it takes nearly a week to change, how could you have even found the flippin’ dude that fast?”
“James, I had changed already, you didn’t know that? Remember my trip to Germany? There wasn’t one, I spent that week changing. I’m just glad I didn’t accidentally change when I was talking to you today.”
“Why were you asking me if you already knew?” James shook his head, obviously confused.
“It was a test. I was seeing if you trusted me.”
“I trust you! You’re my best friend, Dillon.”
“No, you don’t trust me. You don’t trust me to make my own decisions, only what you want me to do.”
“Dillon, I had my reasons! You know why I didn’t want you to!”
“Huh. I can take a little pain; you think I’m a wimp or something? This is so worth it. And switching at odd times? Heck, makes it tough to get a girlfriend, but I wasn’t going to get one anyways.”
“Dillon, I’m sorry, but I really just thought I was doing what you’d want.”
“Sorry. Such a simple word. Anyone can use it. And anyone can lie. You failed my test. You wouldn’t tell me what I wanted to know, even though we were best friends. That’s another meaningless word: friends. Anyone can change their mind. And I have.”
“C’mon Dillon, please. Quit it!”
“No!” The crab’s claws reached out to James, and the cougar jumped between them, diving for the other side of the crab. He kicked out and hit the stalked eyes of the crab.
The crab briefly turned into Dillon, just long enough so that he could turn around, and now Dillon saw that he was trapped against the back of a brick building. There was no escape, and James jumping between the eyes wouldn’t fool Dillon twice in a row.
The crab hissed and said angrily, “You caught my weakness, why didn’t you attack my eyes?”
“Because!” James yelled. “You’re my friend, Dillon!”
“I’m not your friend!” Dillon bellowed, then suddenly changed and hissed quietly, “I’ll be your death….”
A huge claw slammed towards the cougar, and he barely dodged it. A hole opened in the building, and a young man sitting in a cubicle cursed loudly.
Dillon dodged to one side, but the crab followed his every move, now focused on one thing. He wanted his best friend dead.
The buildings surrounding the alley were ripped to shreds that day, deep tears that would be marked forever. James grew tired quickly, and finally, the cougar was caught between two sharp, red shells.
The crab lifted him up and slammed him into the wall… once… twice… three times. James heard a crack and felt blood pour unstoppably from his head. His back was covered in bruises, and he could feel blood coating his fur. The jeans and t-shirt that still covered his lean, golden body were ripped in scores of places. How the heck am I supposed to replace these? James thought. They’re freaking designers! He could tell he was going crazy by thinking thoughts like that at a time like this. His life was worth a crapping lot more than the clothes!
The crab threw him in the air, and the cougar flailed helplessly in the air, but the crab caught him and did it again. Then he threw him into the wall. James wished that it was like the movies, and the building had dented. But that wasn’t the case. James almost fell out of consciousness; it was only his were-cougar strength that saved him. That and the will to live. That will seemed stronger now.
James slid back down the building, and the crab laughed. Suddenly, James saw his chance to escape. He acted without hesitation, as the hole would close if he waited.
He dived under the crab, the only place besides its eyes were it was weak. He reached up as he scrambled through, feeling the pale pink skin rip through his claws. He felt blood soak into the fur on his paws. He ran out from under the crab and jumped out of the alley, changing back into a human in the air. He sprinted out into the street, ignoring his torn clothes, the blood covering his half-naked body, and the frozen people who had watched the fight.
He heard sirens, and thought, Someone called the cops. Then he heard a horn and glanced to his right. An ambulance was flying straight towards him. He was close enough to examine the grill.
His last two thoughts were: An ambulance, how ironic, and Well, at least it wasn't the frickin’ crab that killed me.
He was slammed into the intersection of Peterston and 4th, the upside down and backwards AMBULANCE his last living sight.
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