When I wake up the next day, I just want to dive back under the covers and sulk like a petulant teenager. The memories of last night ring in my head, causing something like a headache. But today is a day full of lectures, and if I want to make it to the King’s College university on time all the way from Clandestine city, I have to be quick.After taking care of all my needs, I sneak out of the house through one of the back doors. Technically, I could call my own personal driver and have him drop me off at the campus.But where’s the fun in that?So, I take the train straight to Empire city and then use the tram to drop right at the entrance to the university.For some time, the day went on peacefully. I attended the lectures, took notes, talked with the professors about any doubts I had, got them cleared out, and moved around the campus.But then the lunch break came.The cafeteria is crowded, as is the norm, and I make my way to the food court as discreetly as possible so as not to d
Numbed down pain.That’s all I feel when I find myself waking up, a low, drawled groan leaving my mouth as I slowly regain consciousness. My throat is scratchy, and it feels like something died in my mouth. Faintly, I hear a beeping sound coming next to me, and I slowly turn my head to see what it is.A machine. A machine to measure my heartbeat, the kind you see in hospital rooms with serious patients.Why was I a serious patient, then?That’s when all the memories came back to me through the haze of my mind.Stone and his goons. The beating in the cafeteria. Falling unconscious as soon as the security guards managed to get the attackers off me. Someone screaming the word ‘hospital’ while I faded to black.Crap.I use my tired eyes to look around the room. The walls are painted white with accents of light yellow, and there’s a window. It’s a private room, and there is even a TV mounted in the corner. All around me, there are various machines taking my reading there's, and an IV poked
I was told to stay in the hospital for a week,I really could not answer the questions the doctors asked me about my health. It is true that I have not been to the hospital much, at least not as much as a person my age should’ve. It was only because I never got sick enough for the hospital. The handful of times I visited the hospital was for some kind of broken arm or leg or a vaccination shot. Whenever I got sick, I would be healed before it got serious. A cold would only last a day in my body, and a stomach ache from eating something off-putting would last only a few hours. It was a blessing, in a way, because my mother and I were not that well off as my mother refused any kind of financial help from my father. I considered myself extremely lucky to have such a good immunity system.Which was why it was such a surprise when I was told I had an allergy to silver of all things. Because this isn’t the first time I have ingested silver, and never before have I gone to anaphylactic shock
I got released from the hospital earlier than anyone anticipated, leaving a bunch of baffled doctors as I left. Had it not been for the ethical laws of the country that prevented human experimentation, I was pretty sure that I wouldn’t have been able to make it out of the hospital anytime soon. They looked like they were dying to put me into a glass box so they could find out what secrets that lay within my body.My finger is still broken, and it will take about a month for it to heal, hence it is in a cast. The bruises on my body are faded, and the ribs are still smarting. I get massive headaches from time to time, and half the medicine allocated to me is painkillers. But I’m upright, and I can walk. That’s healed enough for me.Gerald and Coraline come to take me home from the hospital, and I realize that I still have a long way to go in order to become fully functional as I fall asleep halfway through the trip. I have been given an indefinite leave of absence by the university, non
“I think your father’s idea has many merits. A person must know how to defend themselves. Given how you have a penchant to end up in fights, it would be prudent to learn how to fight back.” Gerald says after we exit the restaurant, he took me out to for celebrating winning the hearing.It still feels so bizarre to me, because I honestly didn’t expect for the Dean and the school board to take my side in the hearing. I’ve never had that happen to me before. Usually, I would be the one getting the short end of the stick, but this time, I won. I won over Stone and his goons, and I won’t have to be paranoid and watch over my shoulder every time I enter campus grounds again.However, my victory came with consequences. I did not miss the pure venomous glare I was shot by Stone’s father the last time I caught sight of him. His gaze promised retribution for what I’d done to his son, and I have a feeling that I’d made a powerful enemy.Which is yet another reason to consider my father’s advice.
I stand frozen at the door, staring at him. He’s attacking his opponent with all his might, not even noticing me. His opponent tries to match his strikes, but Aiden is faster and more powerful. He dodges the other man’s punches masterfully and strikes like a cobra, targeting his most critical places. His expression is single-focused and dangerous, and his unyielding. He looks like he means business, and failure is not a word in his vocabulary.Suddenly, how this man managed to overpower Coraline makes much more sense.What rotten luck do I have to wind up in the same boxing club as freaking Aiden was? Seriously, what the hell?I want to turn and run. Choose another club, reviews, and five stars be damned. But what reason can I give Brennan for turning tail? That I’m intimidated by one of the members of the club? How absurd and humiliating will that be?No that won’t do. I am going to have to see this through until the end. And I’m going to face whatever happens like a man, dammit. I’m
That night as I do my homework, I cannot help but mull over the words of both Brannan as well as the hospital staff.I’ve never thought of my health much. I got as sick as regular children did and got into the same scrapes as they did. I never gave much thought about how my bruises would fade away so quickly, or about how I never spent a day in the hospital except for a broken limb. Even then, I’ve only had my limbs broken twice, both by accidents. I remember now how the doctors remarked about how quickly I healed and called me a good boy for taking care of myself enough to accelerate the healing process. Back then I absorbed the praise as if it was precious but did not think about it further. My mother, when she was alive, never seemed fazed about this. Like me, she was quick to heal.I ponder more about what Brennan said than the doctors did. I thought I was a lousy fighter and a terrible klutz because according to all my past experiences I was. I always came home with bruised knees
For a while, things settled down.After Stone and his goons were expelled, his father made some noise around, even going as far as to publish his rants in the local newspapers, but no one took to them. He certainly did not garner the attention he thought he would, and I have reasons to believe that the university was behind it. Stone did not come after me personally as I thought he would, none of his goons did either. After the expulsion, the rest of his gang avoided me at all costs. It was surreal walking into the campus without the threat of harassment hanging in the air. Through the gossip chain of the university, I heard that Kayla broke up with her boyfriend as well. But that was not my issue.On the downside, the university board figured out who my father was. They tried to approach me about him, to get him more roped into the activities of the university, but I refused. And so did my father, as he knew that I wanted my college life to be separate from him. I did not want to ent
“Oh, fuck!” I let out as I spring away from where I’d been lying with my head on Estelle’s lap. “Holy shit, I’m normal! I’m normal!”I pat at my body, and sure enough, it’s two-legged, hairless, and my hands are actually my hands! With fingers and pink skin, with only some fine hair on my forearms, and no black fur in sight!I immediately look behind me, and nearly cry in relief when I see that I have a normal, human posterior, not one with a tail.And to my surprise, my clothes are still intact though I had ripped them when I had turned into a dog, but they were still here. Thank God, because I did not fancy getting naked for the second time today.“I did not think that would happen,” Estelle comments, and I turn to her. She doesn’t look too shocked at my reappearance as a human. She stands up from where she had been sitting, brushing off her pants as if on habit before turning to me with a smile, “Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t call that hospital.”I stare at her for a moment, won
I cower near the toilet, scared out of my fricking mind as the door opens, hoping to everything holy that she would not freak out, which is stupid considering who would not freak out when they see an animal in a room where they initially left a human in?But to my utter surprise, when Estelle opens the door, she does not scream or throw anything at me.Instead, she blinks.Once.Twice.And then she opens her mouth to say, “Oh.”I blink at her. What did she mean oh? There’s a fricking dog creature in her bathroom and no sign of a human, the human that came to her house naked in the middle of the rain! Why does she look so calm and curious? Why is she looking at me like this was every other Tuesday in her life? I feel so confused that a whine falls from my throat, and that seems to snap her out of her contemplative stare.“I didn’t realize that you were one of them,” she tells me in a confused tone, brows furrowed, “I mean, it’s not like I’m new to this, I should’ve been able to smell y
I felt different.It was like everything that made me myself, my personality, my conscience, my thinking, and my control over my body, had been plucked out of the said body and then put into a small box somewhere in my mind. I didn’t have any control of my body, although I could feel my body, but then I could not actually feel like I did every day. No, it felt like it wasn’t my body, but then it felt like my body, but not my body again…I didn’t know what to make out of this. My head hurt, and I felt like my breathing capacity had increased and my legs had shortened, and I couldn’t stand up regardless of my somewhat dubious control I tried to open my mouth to talk but couldn’t do that either.And my visions feel weird, everything feels lower than it did before whatever happened to me happened, and the pictures flitting through my eyes seem far more intense than normal. I can hear so many noises as well, the fill of water in the tank somewhere, the sloshing of liquid in the septic tank
“Okay, so this is going to sound utterly unbelievable at first,” I say, “but bear with me, okay? This really happening and I am not lying, not one bit.”Estelle raises a brow at me. “Okay, normally, if someone tries to defend themselves that much, I might get a little suspicious, but then again what happened to your girlfriend made it to the news and I would never have thought anything like that taking place outside movies or books so I’m going to let you tell your story and pass judgment afterward.”“Fair. To be honest, I don’t even know if I should tell you all this considering there’s still an active investigation happening,” not that the active investigation was doing anything to help. You would think that after being one of the centerpieces of a murder and kidnapping investigation you would be questioned by authorities daily and at least be sent to jail once, but so far, we were only hearing crickets from the police side. It felt like they were truly living under the impression t
Estele sighs, running her fingers through her hair.“I honestly don’t know at this point,” she says, “I’ve never really given any serious thought about this. I knew from the start that I was going to be very careful when having sex with people and was always prepared up until yesterday. And like I told you, I’m not the one for hookups and one-night stands. I love relationships, and I’d gotten out of one just mere months ago and still am not over it, not really.”“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I wince, wondering how two similar people like us could’ve done the same mistake, “was it a bad breakup? I didn’t bring back any memories or something, did I?”Estelle gives out a snort of laughter at that.“No, dude, I can’t even remember the hookup so nothing like that happened,” she reminds me, “and it wasn’t a messy breakup per se. I just…we fell out of love, you see. I never thought that would happen in a relationship. We had been dating for like two years now, and I honestly thought that the next step
After spending quite some time rifling through her wardrobe, Estelle comes downstairs to where I’m sitting on one of her mauve-colored couches with a fluffy blanket wrapped around my frame, holding some clothes.“Good news,” she grins at me, “there are some clothes one of my friends left here after staying the night, and she is about your size. So, if you don’t have an issue with pink,” she hands me the large pink t-shirt she’s got bundled in her hand with a wry quirk to her lips, “and basketball shorts,” she hands me bright red basketball shorts, “then these are yours.”I squint at the combination and comment, “You know, I don’t mean any offense, but who on earth wears this combo even to bed?” The t-shirt is fuchsia with cute, squiggly sheep jumping over a bright green patch of grass. It is truly an assault on the senses, and the less said about the shorts the better.Estelle snorts, “She’s a bit into the eclectic side of fashion. You want me to try and find something else?”“Oh, no,
“Follow me,” I’m being instructed as soon as I enter the quaint little house through the doors. I take a brief look around, my newly deepened senses getting acquainted with the new surroundings I’ve found myself in, and there's nothing to complain about. The lavender and cream scent that emanated from Estelle permeated every available surface of the house and then some, along with the intermingling scents of the cut flowers artistically arranged in various cute vases on almost every available flat surface, one vase each, and the smell of firewood burning in the fireplace. The wallpapers are mauve themes, the skirtings are white, and the floor is made of polished hardwood, and the house lighting is ambient. There is a window seat near the large window I failed to see from the outside, and the wall next to the window is covered with a bookrack. I squint at the old-looking books, trying to see if there are any names on the spines. Some have names, but a lot of them are nameless.Interest
I try to see if there are any materials lying around in what seems to be the backyard of the house, but there are only flowering plants and herbs, neatly grown in flowerbeds and growing heartily, all over the yard. It’s not fenced or gated, and while to me that looks like a bad move security-wise, I guess the residents of this quaint little house do not think so.It’s actually a cottage, by the looks of it, and extremely old-fashioned at that. Blue in color, freshly painted, with white windows and doors, as well as a black tiled roof that had an opening for a chimney.Smoke is coming out of the chimney, and the glow of evening lights emanates from behind the white curtains that had been put behind the windows. It looks homely, and surely someone living in a home like this would not turn away someone needing help, would they?I desperately wish I had something to cover myself, but sadly there is not, so I try to use my hand. Never have I felt this humiliated by a circumstance, and I h
There's something wet on my face. That is the first thing that registers in my mind when I start to gain consciousness from the sea of darkness that my being had been submerged in. The wetness is cold, cold enough to shock me into the real world from wherever it was I had been before, where darkness was a constant. The second thing I register is pain. It's the kind of pain that you would expect to overtake your body after extensive surgery done by some amateur medical professional after a rather terrifying car accident. I feel like I'm cut up and being sewn off raw, with needles pricking onto my skin from everywhere all at once. The wetness starts to increase, and soon enough through the pain, I realize that this had got to be water. What kind of water, I'm not sure. But judging by the force of the icy drops colliding with my skin, I feel like it's rain. Why am I being drenched by rain? Why do I feel so hurt? What's going on? I do not know, but I have been through enough harrowin