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  • Out of the corner of her eye she could see it. She knew what was coming. She stuck her hand under her jacket still moving quickly. She wasn't going to let them find out yet.

    Over my dead body I think to myself. I didn't dare taunt them with my words by saying it aloud for that could probably be arranged. I got myself into this mess but i worry that I cannot get myself out. My hand is burning like crazy. Not now, not now, not now, NOT NOW! The unhuman like glow was getting more brighter by the second. The blood thirsty things with their wicked claws were slashing the air. If I look at them I know that i'll be dead in only a matter of time, for their eyes were as soothing and hypitnotzing as a snakes. They will paralyze and leave you standing cold and put fear into your heart like a man who knows he is about to die. Sirens. That is what they are.

    The rest of my body is turing and changing just like the blinding light off my palm. My bare feet are running as fast as they will go on this filthy pavement. A few days ago I would have cared about such a thing but now it is as little as a dustmight to me. I am ment to fight not run away but even I cannot seem too convince myself. My whole body is going haywire and all i can do is go with it like a mindless child, at the moment that is exactly what I am. All at once i know what has taken place and i can actually feel bravery fill in inside me. It is thrashing and tearing down every inch of fear and turning it into anger. Anger from everything I have been put through and tested these last couple days. My feet automatically stop and turn around. I was expecting this to happen today. But not like this. In an instant the new me bares my teeth into the neck of the siren behind me. I am now a lone wolf. An actual lone wolf, but werewolf. I have to except that and all of the moods that come with it for i am now one. My claws are thrashing at his heart. I myself have called them here upon no coincidence. My Bad, my fault. If only I could see what is to become of me and the three other creaters i am about to face.
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