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Chapter 4


The pasta's done. I pour the good sauce on like it's liquid crack, and I'm the addict. I put some dry monterey jack on. We keep it dry to aid in grating, since that's all we use it for. I also add some garlic powder, and sea salt. The standard spice complement. Really, the salt makes the meal. I don't know if you've tried pure sea salt, or pure salt from a mine since they're the same thing. But it is the best kind of salt you will ever have, and it can go on anything and make it better. Hell, when I first tried it I couldn't stop eating it on its own. It was that good.

And right now I'm avoiding thinking by eating. This is a common delaying tactic for me.

The pasta came out well. Not too much cold sauce that the pasta couldn't heat it. Just enough salt, and not too much garlic powder. Too much garlic powder and your pasta tastes like, well, powdered garlic. But as I consume the saucy goodness, I can't help but think, "where the hell did the dog ears come from?"  I realized the window to the deck was open."Oh crap, I hope nobody saw anything", I say as I put a hand on top of my head and move to close the drapes. I don't usually rate the stuff that hangs in front of the sliding door high enough to call them drapes, they're more, those fabric things. But they block outside view and light, so they'll work for my purposes. I think about closing the blinds in the two bedrooms, but decide to do that after the pasta. So, I return to the couch, and continue to get as much of the concoction into my face as I can while thinking.


How did I grow wolf ears without feeling a damn thing. They weren't just decoration, my ears had moved to an entirely different spot, and I had felt nothing. On top of that, they where now freaking wolf ears. I could make out the conversation in the next room over if I tried, and I had tried. The weird thing was that, while I could hear them, I couldn't understand them. The more I tried to hear them, the less I understood. Then I realized, if I concentrated less, I picked up more. Dogs and wolves can hear higher, and lower frequencies, but they can't pick out as many individual wavelengths, I think. The exact words I was unsure on, but dogs can hear more, but can't pick out the individual noises that we use to speak. They can't pick out the details. Kind of makes you proud of being human. Which was something I wasn't sure on at the moment.

I tried to move the ears voluntarily, since they had been moving involuntarily ever since I found them. Initially I couldn't even sort of move it. But soon I could move them any which way I wanted. I just had to find the muscles, and tell them what to do. I felt kind of proud of myself for moving my new furrier  ears. I wondered if I should panic more. But they always say 'don't panic'. And if "Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy" has taught me anything, it's that,"the weirder the situation, the less you'll even be able to panic. Or the more you will panic, depending on the situation, and your personality". But maybe I'm just reading it wrong.

I've finished my pasta. I know how to move my ears, a skill which some posses, but I did not. And I can see in the dark. The downsides are, however, are very, very obvious.

By the time I had finished the pasta I realized something. I had felt something the whole day. Sort of an itch, if you will. But I never had the urge to scratch it. My guess is, that during class, while I was trying to fall asleep and not get caught doing it, my ears had moved. The other students hadn't seen because of my hair. It almost entirely covers my ears most of the time. This is of course, the most half-assed theory I've had all day. But until I come up with another, it stand-. "Ow, ow, Ow, OW, Fucking OW", I couldn't think of anything else to say. My ears had come quietly, since I lacked a hat. But my tail, was not so lucky. I stood and clawed at the seat of my pants. I quickly undid the button on the front and lowered the seat of my jeans like I was about to take a crap. The elastic on my underwear bulged a little. So I lowered those too. And saw a tiny nub where my tailbone would be. "A fucking tail. You've got to be- RAAAAAGGGGGG", it wasn't kidding.

My ears and eyes had changed without my notice. But apparently, the big changes garnered more pain. My skull had shifted shapes in increments. My tail was going to do in 26 minutes, what my ears had taken seven hours to do. My later guess would be, that changing the shape of my brain and skull had been a much more delicate process. But an almost useless appendage could just be rammed out in a few minutes.

The base of my spine burned white hot, and I rode that heat to the ground. It felt like my tailbone (there's a reason for that name) felt like it was loaded with slag. And that molten slag was being poured out, and down, like gravity was wherever my feet were oriented. The slag seemed to drip down, and form solid. I felt like the damn thing must be two feet long. I wanted to scream at whoever was doing this and say "Do You Think It's Long Enough Yet. Maybe A Few More Feet, You Prick". I looked down to see how long it really was. It looked like a furry little flower, blooming on my ass. It was a whopping two, count em, TWO inches, and I was sure at least two minutes had passed. I moaned, and started to crawl back to the couch. I could handle the pain, but not on the floor. In the end, I think crawling to that couch was a lot of the reason that coin had come to me. I'll explain that later. But for now, I'm growing a tail.


The next 24 minutes passed uneventfully, but it passed like molasses on a cold day. As Einstein said, time is relative. It's hard to describe the kind of pain that floors you like that, mostly because you forget as soon as it's over. But I did get used to it. It wasn't really as painful as the migraines I used to get when I lived with my mother. Those things were like pain supernovas, which would periodically form in my brain. The kind of headaches that seem to make all physical pain you've ever felt, feel like nothing in comparison. I never really understood what caused those. My father believed it was all the junk food. I'm not so sure about that, I still eat junk food over there all the time. Mostly because I'm a junk food addict. The food only appeals to me when I haven't had some in a while. It's just when I stay with my mother for too long that the migraines return. Not, when I eat too much junk food (take my word on it), when I'm there for too long, my brain freaks out. Hence, the reason I'm staying in this apartment alone, rather than stay with my mother and brothers. But my moms place is within walking distance (for me, you'd scream) so I'm not too worried. But now, back to the horrible agony.

After the pain had subsided, I stood, and got a good look at the furred thing hanging from the end of my spine. It was still a little painful, but I managed to swish it back and forth a couple of times. It was sore for a half minute, which wasn't long, at least, now that time had gone back to normal. I went to the bathroom. Remembering that I was gonna close the blinds, and doing so as I passed the two bedrooms. I got to the bathroom, and turned on the light rigged to the jet engine. I got a good look at myself. And I was okay with what I saw. I mean, my eyes had changed, but my face was mostly the same. I had dog ears, but so did Inuyasha, and he don't seem to sweat it (sorry, I watch that show sometimes. Emotional drivel, but Inuyasha himself is cool, for a moron). And as for the tail. It managed to make me look, okay. I mean, it looked okay. Not really my thing, but I could learn to accept it's presence.

So, I went back to the living room, turned on the radio, and sat down to think. I had to readjust a little because of the new tail, but I managed to get comfortable with no great difficulty. I had the rest of the night since it was friday. All I could think about was why this had happened to me. Was this some kind of punishment. Ha, that was a laugh. Whoever was punishing didn't know me very well. Turning me into a wolf, or werewolf, wasn't much punishment. In this day and age, being a freaky wolf-boy wouldn't much stop me. And if I turned into a full blown, down on all fours, wolf. Well, I could open the door with my mouth, head to my mothers (stealthily of course), and be a good little dog until they figured out it was me. I had no doubts I could convince them. And the only way my punisher (Ha) could stop that would be to erase my brain. Then I wouldn't be me anymore, so how would that be punishment? Then something struck me. What if it wasn't punishment? I thought about how I would react to becoming a wolf. I have no illusions about living in the forest, even if there was one nearby. I'm a city boy, born and raised. While I love the primal forest, I'm not stupid enough to think wolf me would know jack about surviving there. Instincts be damned. But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. Maybe I'm just turning into a man-wolf sort of thing. Which brings up a whole new line of questioning. But I'm tired, and I need a nap. I begin listening to a song on the radio, the lyrics feel important, but I'm too groggy.

"I see the bad moon arising.

I see trouble on the way.

I see earthquakes and lightnin.

I see bad times today.

Don't go around tonight,
well it's bound to take your life,
there's a bad moon on the rise.  

It goes through another set of lines, and a chorus that I don't listen to. Even though I like the song. But the last lines  I hear are the lines that seem to color the days to come. I remembered them because after that nap, everything changed.

Hope you got all your things together.
Hope you're quite prepared to die.
Looks like were in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.

          
I'm out before the chorus starts again. I have a dream. It was pretty bad. Which was unusual, because I've never had a nightmare, ever.
The fourth chapter. I'd have put this out there sooner, but I was busy on a few things. Mainly promoting the story.

But here it is. In this chapter, the main dude aquires a tail, Painfully. And the ending. I wonder what ill omen this bodes. Don't read too much into it. Let's just say things are slowly going to fall apart in the next couple of chapters.

Enjoy, and please comment.

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John Fogerty. It's been a little while for me.