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The Darkest Side of Me
« Thread Started on Nov 15, 2006, 2:52pm »

Something's not right.

I can't escape this hell

He knew something wasn't right. he could feel it somewhere under his skin. Not deep in his bones or in the pit of his stomach, but spread wide, coursing under his flesh like hundreds of little hamsters. Not creepy crawly feeling like spiders, but warm... hot... like fire, but not burning. It was all over and it made the boy fidget and itch uncomfortably in his seat on the subway...

So many times I've tried

He thought nothing of it. Pushed it aside, standing up as the train rolled to gradual stop and briskly exiting through the automatic doors. Probably just his scars acting up...

But I'm still caged inside

But even as he strolled across the platform, the feeling did not lessen, not like the typical itching and burning the thousands of blemishes, nicks and scratches that criss-crossed his flesh would. It did not go away... If anything, it seemed to worsen and the teenager was obviously bewildered. Rather than continue his brisk pace toward the street, he paused just before the steps, one hand absentmindedly rubbing at the base of his neck where no scar resided but a definite discomfort seemed to be building.

Somebody get me through this nightmare

In a sudden rush of realization, among other things, crimson eyes immediately shot toward the exit, beyond which lay a relatively dark, endless meaningless void... only relatively dark. My, how the months seem to pass so quickly... and what an odd position that put him in. Alone, in pain and looking quite dumbfounded in the darkness of a vacant subway station, not the best place to be surprised by the full moon. Damn that glowing white object...

I can't control myself

End all human logic and let loose the beast inside us all. As if it had a mind of it's own, the wolf seemed claw away at his skin, doubling the boy over suddenly, his arms wrapped around himself. The itching and slight burning turned into searing electrical surges that burned from the inside out. It burned, it burned so bad, like each and every fine white hair that now poked through previously invisible holes in his skin had whole bon fires ranging beneath them. And he couldn't stop it, none of it. Not the bending spine, not the spreading fur, not any of it...

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?

He couldn't help it, any of it. The snap of his spine always threw him to the ground, now leaving him on his back on the concrete with both hands over his face and the sound of his ribs popping. Or was that his foot? Who knows anymore? Who cared? No one seemed to. There was no one out this night, no one home to miss him this night. Only the beast with in seemed to have a say in anything and, right now, it was too busy pulling at the lycan's ribcage.

No one will ever change this animal I have become

It seemed to last forever, the ripping and tearing, the struggling and pain. Typically nimble hands morphed, thickened until powerful paws ended massive forearms, covered in white fluffy fur still stained with the blood of a previous victim. Claws broke through the skin at the end of each pink-padded finger, curling, lengthening and clawing at the concrete, fighting an unseen opponent... and losing. The legs soon followed, bones lengthening loudly, literally tearing the skin that once covered them and healing it all over again so quickly it was hardly even noticed. His clothes were gone, a lost heap of shredded cloth and fabrics on the ground beneath his writing form with not even a thread still clinging to him. yet, the warmth and joy he'd found cavorting around in that black t-shirt seemed to far away at this point. It all seemed so useless now...

Help me believe it's not the real me

Everything... it all seemed so useless, the last of his flesh morphing loudly since it was practically all bone. the pain from the emerging muzzle was overwhelming, the last of his human logic being beaten into remission with a forceful swing. Despite it all, he'd tried. He tried his damnedest to keep it at bay, the leave the wolf where it belonged: hidden in darkness. It could hurt no one there. But as the new crimson gaze narrowed, a harsh glare focusing on the pointed shadow on the man-made floor, it was all lost. It could kill us all now. We are all at the mercy of the most violent animal on the planet...

Somebody help me tame this animal

... and there is no way to stop it...

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Re: The Darkest Side of Me
« Reply #1 on Nov 15, 2006, 10:53pm »

[In know I really shouldn't, but I couldn't resist... >.<]

"I’ve woken now to find myself
in the shadows of all I have created
I’m longing to be lost in you
....
Won't you take me away from me..."

The girl's voice trailed off as the song ended and she pulled her ipod out, using the street lamp she flipped through the play lists and came to one in particular. "Shift Themes." Yep, she had a play list of songs that fit the night of her shifts. Of course most of the music was angst, and had was by Evanescence, one of the best artsists, as far as she was concerned. Of course as a music junky, Max wasn't too picky when it came to music types, as long as she liked the lyrics, and the rhythm, she made it part of her large collection.

A grin spread on her lips as she chose the next song. "Tourniquet" among the best song fitting this night. Lifting gleaming, clouded, grey eyes, Max sighed. She put her ipod in her hoodie pocket. Damn, she probably wouldn't even get to finish this song, as the sky was growing ever darker by the minute. Shrugging, the lycan shuffled slowly down the dark street, her black jeans dragging on the concrete, tearing the hem.

"I tried to kill the pain,
But only brought more.
~So much more~
I'm dying,
And I'm pouring, crimson regret, and betrayal..."

After a few moments, Max's voice trailed off again, as a sharp pain in her back made her cringe. Quickly pulling the ear peices from her ears, she turned off the ipod, and allowed one arm to clutch her side. Well yet another shift, on yet another full moon. Big yawn... Sure she was most interesting as a wolf, seeing as she had a split personality. Evil, devious, bitch, or weak, quiet little mass of fur? Hard choice, not that she even had one.

The girl stumbled forward, her eyes meating the entrance to the tunnel system that made up the subway. Letting out a low breath that sounded more like a hiss, she reached out, her hand grabbing and latching on the railing leading to the tunnels. Blood trickled over her lips, as she closed her eyes, trying to push away the sickening crack of shifting bones. Finally dropping to her knees, Max splayed out her palms against the pavement, as her fingers turned to large paws, thick black clawing extending from them...

After what seemed like an eternity, a large blood red wolf stood in place of the girl. Deep hard breaths releasing into the brisk evening. Shaking her head back and forth, orange bangs shifted away from and back to her silver eyes. Looked like this night would be a long hard one, as Phoenix's mind melted away, replaced by a mind of fears, and weaknesses. Despite her wishes tonight she'd spend her time running from nothing, running away from childish fears. But unknown to the lycan a creature lurked within the tunnels, a true creature to fear...

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†*~*†
I fear who I am becoming,
I feel that I am losing the struggle within
I can no longer restrain it,
My strength, it is fading
I have to give in...
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Re: The Darkest Side of Me
« Reply #2 on Nov 17, 2006, 4:52pm »

The final calibrations set, the last of the bones and pieces of sinew settling neatly into place, the beast slowly rolled onto his stomach, his mind still in a haze.... if you could call it a mind anymore. even at its full function, it wasn't exactly a mind. There was no word in the human plethora of languages that could describe the mass that now inhabited his elongated skull, but it was certainly something. Almost like a black hole, an unusually heavy mass that behaved in mysterious ways, beyond the human rational stand point but still so far below it. He knew not what was laying beneath his hand-paws anymore, the word "concrete" leaving with his logic. It was cold, unnatural and it bothered his sensitive pawpads.. and it made him angry...

How dare it be different than the grass his species craved for, his instincts cried over! How dare this hard, rough surface chill his hands to the powerful bones beneath. How dare it bother him!

Without an even remotely sensible reason for it, the still relatively mindless creature bared his teeth angrily, the skin of his elongated muzzle tensing and the rows of serrated teeth his breed was known for gleaming in the fluorescent lights of the subway tunnel. A wave of thunder seemed to build in his lungs, echoing off of the hard walls and ceiling, circling around him like buzzing mosquitoes. His attack was lightning quick and obviously pointless. he could not harm concrete... but he didn't care about that. The platform had no right to be here and he would put it in its place. Pointed fangs scraped at the harsh surface again and again, making shallow grooves in it with every speedy snap...

This would've continued for a few minutes if not for the convenient little shop on the far wall of the station. In it, hundreds of snack food items and delectable drinks lay within it, sealed from the world with a thin piece of metal. But that never stopped the werewolf before. Nostrils flaring, the wind carried down the stairs a rather strange smell, one sour enough to cease the lycan's mindless assault on the floor in an instant. There was another lycan about. More importantly, the swirling winds picked up something else and brought it within the keen nasal cavity: there was food behind the wall... to his right.

He didn't know what a convenient store was, what chips were exactly or even how much they usually cost. But he knew he could eat them and, with a total disregard for the other wolf, the lycan turned his full attention to the store that held them. Creeping along on all fours as first, he approached the counter curiously, cautiously, shifting to a bi-pedal crouch once he'd reached the window. It didn't look like a window, he could not see through it... but perhaps he could break it. Reaching out on paw, he tapped on the sheet metal with a dull white claw, watching the material bend beneath the contact. The noise it made caused him to recoil defensively, ears back and teeth bared silently but the scents inside proved too great to ignore.

Fully crouching this time, stomach to the ground and his bushy tail in the air, crimson gaze focused on the silver window. With one mighty leap, the store was besieged, all 450 lbs of wolf landing in the midst of it with a crash. not that he cared about the noise it'd made. He was too busy ransacking the shelves and stands, tearing apart the bags of Cheetos and buttered popcorn that lay there...

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