New York City was a harsh place for everyone, if you don't climb to the top, you get tossed in th gutter.
Especially, when you aren't quite human...
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Shapeshifting chapter 4
Chapter Four: Alley Brawl
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I grumbled and closed the book. I had been trying to find some information on us for quite some time now. The closest things to us we these ‘Werewolves’ apparently, but we didn’t need the full moon (Although I do love the full moon, if I do say so myself.) and we weren’t affected by silver… or at least I think so. Was there a difference between the color silver and the metal? I put my head in my hands and grumbled again.
“What’s the matter? Can’t find what you’re looking for?” A female voice (Not Sam’s.) asked me. I looked up and a girl about my age was sitting across from me with a book about fashion. She was twirling her reddish curly hair and snapped her gum.
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Shapeshifting chapter 3
Chapter Three: Kyle
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I carefully scanned the area around me. We were going to meet up with Sam again, as we had started doing for the last few days of summer vacation. She had pointed out the school for us (Apparently there are more than one.) and treated us to lunch.
“So… Why are we going to the school Sam? It’s not open.” Tristian asked, still eating part of a burger.
“So we can find out what classes you’re in, You can look online or check here, but you guys said you don’t have a computer… Here, Tristian, you’re in the same class as me!” She said while reading a list on the window. I read some of the others until I found my name on many of the papers.
Class 1B: Homeroom Teacher: Mrs. Jannet Study: Mr. Smith. I only bothered to remember those two, seeing as they would most likely be the ones I had a good chance of sleeping in. Matt and I shared the same homeroom and study, but nothing else. I shrugged and leaned against the glass doors.
‘This plan of his is taking forever… All we’ve gotten is a few free meals. Tristian said cash, supplies and food for everyone, not just us…’ I thought and went into a coughing fit. Sam and Tristian stared at me and I held one hand up.
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Shapeshifting chapter 2
Chapter Two: Anxiety
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Tristian circled around me nervously. I growled under my breathe when he leaned his back against mine. Matt frowned and reached around me to grab him. I whirled around causing Tristian to slip on top of Matt, and both to fall in a murky puddle of who knows what. I chuckled and crossed my arms over my chest as a cold wind blew into the building. Bewildered I stared at the smashed windows. I shivered lightly and rubbed my arms to warm them.
‘It’s nearly 80 degrees today… Why am I so cold?’ I thought and shook my bangs out of my face as Tristian tried to shove Matt off of him. Matt was the lightest out of everyone here, he couldn’t have weighed more than 90 pounds, and he was 14. Tristian’s stomach groaned and he kicked Matt’s arm away one last time and stood in the muddy puddle.
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Shapeshifting chapter 1
Chapter one: Instinct
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“Damnit Damien! Wait up!” I turned my head to the side when I heard my name, but kept walking. I turned around fully when I felt his hand on my shoulder.”Jeez; why do you need to walk so fast?” I huffed and closed my eyes. He was complaining alot today. “Tristian, quit being so god damned whiney. We need to follow her, make sure she doesn’t get away” I said and scanned the crowd ahead of me. I saw a flash of platinum blonde hair and followed her. She stopped and looked around cautiously. The girl turned into the alleyway and I stopped about 5 feet away from it.
What was she doing? Alleyways are the worst place to be in New York City! I knew from experience, and reached into my pocket. I could feel the cold metal of the knife in my pocket, bloodstained and rusty. Tristian finally caught up, and he stopped dead in his tracks.
“Damien, h-he’s here” He stuttered and I sniffed the air. Alcohol, sweat, cigarettes, and blood. At the other end of the alleyway, I could see his shadow, stalking her. The man was grinning madly, knife in hand. My only thoughts were that we had seen her first, and I started getting ready for a fight. My breathing rate increased as adrenaline filled my veins, and I picked up a new scent; gunpowder. Gunpowder means bullets, bullets mean loaded gun, and loaded gun means we are screwed.
