Post by Alex Andrews on Jan 30, 2010 17:46:03 GMT -5
// The waves crashed all around his nearly naked body, the water pushing him down.. his powerful legs kicked as hard as they could but the undertow kept pulling him down. Seconds turned into minuets and his lungs
were screaming for air. Just when the white light started to poke its way though the inky black abyss.... The scene changed. He lay in a bed of tall grass, still in his blue trunks, dry from the sunlight above, his eyes closed still but he knew the sun was above, he could feel the heat and nearly see the brightness through his eyelids. Opening his eyes and putting a hand up to block out some of the bright light Alex shook his head.. and rose to stand up... but could not move... Looking down he saw nothing restraining him.. but still could not move.. Turning and looking behind him was the oldest of metaphors, a pile of baggage...//
Slowly opening his eyes Alex sighed as he looked at the illuminated digital numbers on his bedside stand. 11:39 p.m, he had only been asleep for 2 hours before waking up to another insaine after-school special dream. Rolling his eyes he sat up and looked out the window at the cool July night. He had been a werewolf for a few months now, meditating to control his temper in public, although he had never had a problem with emotions before, but this physical change in his body and mental change had caused some issues.. Mainly he had no clue what to do or what to expect, he was alone in this, and he wanted some type of control of this ability and had no clue what it was for.
Alex did notice whenever he left La Push there was a horrid sweet smell in the air, the smell itself would cause him to shake.. He had no clue what it was or why it effected him so much but he would normally just bit his tongue and finish what errands he had to and leave for home as fast as he could. Sighing and standing up he stretched and took a long drink of his water that sat on his bedside stand and pulled on a pair of sweatpants that lay crumpled on the floor by his bed. This was a good a time as any for him to go out for a late night run, in his wolf form.. He nearly had the trigger down, anger, and he was holding back a whole flood gate full of anger.. at what? He had no clue but, he could remember the smell of what he hated.. that nasty sweet smell...
Making his way quietly though the house so not to wake his mother and his father, even though he was 20 years old he was still their only child and they acted like he was still 13 years old. That was annoying... He bit his lip and pushed open the screen-door on the back of the house and took off running to the field that led to the forest. He was fast, even for a humans standards, and just as strong.. It was hard hiding how strong he really was around the people he sometimes hung out with, they call him a friend but they were just people he hung out with... Friends were for normal people, he now knew he was far from normal.. He had always been different but he never knew to what extent of it he really was.. Coming to the end of the clearing, he pulled off his clothes and crept into the brush in-case anyone was outside, he felt totally self conscious being naked in the woods but he had learned that his clothes were destroyed when he changed.. Closing his eyes he focused on the smell, strange he could actually smell it now... all the things that made him angry.. and felt his body start to blur. His hands shook, his breathing sped up. Then he exploded.
No sooner than his paws hit the ground the voices started, Da*n it! he thought.. Out of the 12 times he had changed into a wolf in the last few months he had to hear a blur of voices that filled his mind. He could not pin point any one voice but they sure as hell were there. Shaking his huge head he took off running deep into the forest trying to clear his head.
were screaming for air. Just when the white light started to poke its way though the inky black abyss.... The scene changed. He lay in a bed of tall grass, still in his blue trunks, dry from the sunlight above, his eyes closed still but he knew the sun was above, he could feel the heat and nearly see the brightness through his eyelids. Opening his eyes and putting a hand up to block out some of the bright light Alex shook his head.. and rose to stand up... but could not move... Looking down he saw nothing restraining him.. but still could not move.. Turning and looking behind him was the oldest of metaphors, a pile of baggage...//
Slowly opening his eyes Alex sighed as he looked at the illuminated digital numbers on his bedside stand. 11:39 p.m, he had only been asleep for 2 hours before waking up to another insaine after-school special dream. Rolling his eyes he sat up and looked out the window at the cool July night. He had been a werewolf for a few months now, meditating to control his temper in public, although he had never had a problem with emotions before, but this physical change in his body and mental change had caused some issues.. Mainly he had no clue what to do or what to expect, he was alone in this, and he wanted some type of control of this ability and had no clue what it was for.
Alex did notice whenever he left La Push there was a horrid sweet smell in the air, the smell itself would cause him to shake.. He had no clue what it was or why it effected him so much but he would normally just bit his tongue and finish what errands he had to and leave for home as fast as he could. Sighing and standing up he stretched and took a long drink of his water that sat on his bedside stand and pulled on a pair of sweatpants that lay crumpled on the floor by his bed. This was a good a time as any for him to go out for a late night run, in his wolf form.. He nearly had the trigger down, anger, and he was holding back a whole flood gate full of anger.. at what? He had no clue but, he could remember the smell of what he hated.. that nasty sweet smell...
Making his way quietly though the house so not to wake his mother and his father, even though he was 20 years old he was still their only child and they acted like he was still 13 years old. That was annoying... He bit his lip and pushed open the screen-door on the back of the house and took off running to the field that led to the forest. He was fast, even for a humans standards, and just as strong.. It was hard hiding how strong he really was around the people he sometimes hung out with, they call him a friend but they were just people he hung out with... Friends were for normal people, he now knew he was far from normal.. He had always been different but he never knew to what extent of it he really was.. Coming to the end of the clearing, he pulled off his clothes and crept into the brush in-case anyone was outside, he felt totally self conscious being naked in the woods but he had learned that his clothes were destroyed when he changed.. Closing his eyes he focused on the smell, strange he could actually smell it now... all the things that made him angry.. and felt his body start to blur. His hands shook, his breathing sped up. Then he exploded.
No sooner than his paws hit the ground the voices started, Da*n it! he thought.. Out of the 12 times he had changed into a wolf in the last few months he had to hear a blur of voices that filled his mind. He could not pin point any one voice but they sure as hell were there. Shaking his huge head he took off running deep into the forest trying to clear his head.