by Jisa Dean
By:
Jisa Dean
Contents
I: The Beginning
II: Inside the Frame
III: The Beginning of the End
Urgent Care
Coming Soon
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Dedication
To the people that saw the monster movies and got excited wondering what was under all that fur!
I
The Beginning
Misty
Friday night for most teens means parties, friends and crazy antics. Friday night for me means inviting my best friend in the world, Keira, over to watch scary movies and planning for a weekend of reading and studying. I have to be the lamest eighteen-year-old in the world but I honestly wouldn't change anything. I have always been a certified geek, so the fact that my mom and dad are leaving me at home alone for an entire week isn't going to end up with a wild party where half the school shows up and something awful goes down. Not this teenager.
I just turned eighteen three weeks ago and the craziest things that happened at the party was me mixing ice cream flavors and the gag gift Aaron gave me, 'hand sanitizer to use afterward if you know what I mean'. I didn't, it took me a little while and my mother tittering behind her hand before his meaning sunk in all the way. After that, the gates of hell pretty much opened up on my face and stayed that way for the rest of the party.
You would think my dad would not like the fact that Aaron made a sex joke, and had he been a guy who liked girls Dad would've been steaming mad, but Aaron likes the same flavor me and Keira do. He's our very best gay friend. Actually, he's the only gay guy in the high school. He may be the only gay guy in the county. I feel really bad for him. He doesn't really have anyone to flirt with or ask out on dates. Our town is so tiny it makes it hard for even me and Keira to find someone to flirt with. Most of the time we end up flirting with each other as a joke.
It's kind of became a tradition for me and Keira to stay home and watch movies on Fridays. We started in middle school and have been doing it ever since. There is almost nothing to do in our small town and neither one of us wants to go out of town to find something to do. So if you're not into football or some other sport, then you basically have to amuse yourselves like we do. It suits us. Sometimes it's romance movies, sometimes action, last night was scary movies. We stayed up late watching all the old classics that are still just as scary. However, it did nothing to help the anxiety that comes with being in a big house by myself. In fact, I'm really kicking myself right now for watching the stuff when Keke had to go home and I'm alone.
What the hell was I thinking? It wasn't so bad when the sun was out and shining its beautiful orange rays over the falling leaves in my back yard. This is one of my favorite times of year because of the colors and smells. But now even the sun has left me. I've already checked the downstairs doors like twelve times. Mom and Dad have called to check on me twice, and they'll do it at least one more time before I go to bed. That might tick some people off, to be worried over, but not me. It makes me feel cared for.
I check the door one more time and run up the big stairway to the upstairs bathroom. I'm using Mom's huge tub and not feeling bad about doing it at all. If I have to worry I might as well take something out of having the house all to myself for the weekend. I'm thinking bubbles and jets and maybe a paperback or two. That sounds like the perfect way to end a Saturday night.
***
Lights and sirens are blaring throughout the stone structure and everything is in chaos. The sun is setting which makes this a hundred times worse than it should be. The person in charge of this operation comes around the corner and runs smack into me and my assistant. The papers in my hands go flying through the air and land on the cold concrete floor.
"Watch where you are going, Professor." He's such an ass.
"That's Doctor, sir." I always remind him that I'm not just a researcher. I have just as much to do with this project as any of the other people here.
"How many got out?" he takes me by the elbow and steers me back in the direction he is going. The direction I just came from.
"All of them, Sir. I thought security told you what happened when they called you."
"THEY did. I want to hear the words from you, Doctor Bridgewater."
I rankle. He has a way of saying my name and title like he's calling me Doctor Bridgewater, Queen of the dumb asses. I want to smack him in the head with my clipboard. Or worse. There have been plenty of nights that I've thought of 'accidentally' leaving cage doors ajar when he's toured the laboratory.
"All the specimens have escaped the compound, sir." I have learned over the four years working for these idiots that the less you say the less they have to use against you later.
"And?"
I give him a blank stare through my glasses fully aware of what image I'm sending him. God knows enough people have told me I look like an owl blinking behind them.
"What made them escape now? How did they get out? Did they have help?"
I have to talk myself down to keep from showing any sign that the last part bothers me more than it should.
"Sir, are you asking if someone here at the facility helped them break free?"
He tries to stare me down but I don't break eye contact with him. You can't blink when you’re face to face with a bully, and that is exactly what General Armington is, a bully. He finally waves his hand around, like he's got any authority here at all.
"By the time we realized they had gotten out at least an hour had passed since anyone checked in with them. We have no way of knowing exactly how long they've been missing. To the best of our knowledge, one of the animals reverted back to the human form and hacked the computer system to may it appear nothing was amiss from the control room, sir."
I swallow, not really wanting to say anything but knowing I have to.
"General, some of the researchers and doctors think they might have, um..." I try for the most scientific way to put what I'm about to say.
"Just spit it out, Bridgewater."
"They might have gone looking for mates, sir." this should make the ass happy. He was the one who wanted to start the 'forced mating' initiative after all.
"I thought when we realized human DNA had become mixed in with the genes that the scientists destroyed the part of their humanity that allowed for any kind of sexual desire. That's what you told me. These creatures wouldn't mate because of what we did to their human sexual urges." Speaking like he could possibly understand what the scientists did or didn't do is just one of many irksome things the General does.
"We did, Sir. But this is not the human part of them. It's the animal." I can tell by his blank look he has no idea what I'm talking about.
"Are you telling me that we have military weaponry out mingling around looking to get laid, Bridgewater?"
Calling our research subjects weaponry is another.
"No, sir. Th
ey're not looking 'to get laid'" I use air quotes so he has some inkling of how stupid he sounds. "They're planning to mate."
"What's the difference?"
Sometimes I'm stunned by how repressed this man's mind must be. "One is indiscriminate and random, while the other is the animal in them trying to find one special person and make them theirs forever. One of the many reasons we couldn't go forward with the forced stuff General, you can't force a mating."
He finally stands still and looks at me with his sun wrinkled eyes. "So you're saying only once and never again." I nod. "That sounds like a win for us. If these monsters do mate we just take their mates from them, and then they'll do whatever we tell them to do. Hell, they're doing our work for us. If they mate we’ll have leverage in the form of their mates. Isn't that what all the fairy tales say happened before? Finally, after years of working with nothing to use against them, I would say this is a win for the good guys. I'll send out the hunters right away, and we should have this whole mess cleared up within no time. Carry on, Professor."
I watch as the pompous ass struts off towards the control room. Idiot. He doesn't care about the women that these creatures mate with or the families they are going to make. He doesn't care about the creatures; to him, they are just a means to an end. My assistant, ever-present and ready for what I need, looks from me to him and back again.
"He's so stupid. I think we've come to the time to implement our contingency plan." I have to whisper to my assistant but the fear in her eyes is there for anyone to see. I had worried something like this might happen. I've read the stories, history that everyone thought was myth and legend, the same history that the General refers to as 'fairy tales' because he has no intelligence. I knew this would come one day, so I created a plan B to be used if everything went crazy. A plan only my assistant and I know about. One that will keep so many from getting hurt in the war that’s about to start between something we found, centuries-old, that should never have been brought back and the naive leaders of our society. "He thinks the mates will make the animals weak. He has no idea what an animal will do to protect their mate."
The Animal
The world isn't much more than smells and sounds and tastes. I've been an animal for so long now it's hard to be anything else. Unlike some romantic story about a shifting animal who was once human on some level, that isn't what we are. We started out as animal. It is what each one of us are more comfortable being. It's only the human that they put inside that makes us evil. This escape has been in the works for months now, maybe even a year. Ever since they killed Vehaga we've been restless and on edge.
Rumor has it that they 'terminated' him because his animal was out of control; well, out of their control. All of us started thinking about what was eventually going to happen to us. We haven't been exactly what you would call compliant. The Professor doesn't mind, she's just happy she gets to study and observe us. But I can tell it pisses the General off when we don't bow down and do what we're told.
It doesn't matter. We're out. As of forty-five minutes ago, we're free. We scattered with a plan to meet up somewhere farther away from the lab but something, something on the air, caught my attention and drew me in a different direction. It drew me here. To a two-story farmhouse that's only a couple of miles from the facility we broke out of. The scent is in the air again. I try to catch more as the scent rushes through my body like a drug.
My vision, sense of taste, smell, and hearing are all more enhanced than any other humans could ever be. I am what they made me, but I am so much more. The people at the lab couldn't understand what they found, so they have no concept of how to use us. My kind is an abomination from ancient times. But the scent on the air is anything but an abomination. It is clean and fresh. Innocent. This is something found nowhere in the lab where we were made.
My eyes catch movement and my skin tightens in anticipation. Except for the simulated hunts the lab has us do, I've never stalked anything before. Buried memories of what do rise up and my mouth pulls back in a growl. Whatever carries that scent with it I will have it. I lick my lips anticipating what it will taste like. But the creature that comes to the glass doors to look outside isn't food.
Everything else about her matches her scent. She is clean and innocent and I will have her for my own. Long gone feelings stir in my lower belly as I watch the girl search for the source of the growl, but her eyesight is shit. Even though she runs those dark eyes right over me she doesn't see me. And how stupid are humans that they would leave their offspring open for anything to come steal her away. I hold my nose up in the air to pick up on more scents and to gather more information.
When I turn back the girl is gone and something hot and wild is being torn out of me. I let out a growl that I'm sure will tell her I'm here, but she doesn't come to check. I slink closer, movement in a window at the top of the house catching my eye. Open to let the breeze in, I can listen to her talk. She's talking to someone, another girl she's on a phone call with. I can hear her as well.
"So are you sure you don't need me to come back over there and stay with you?"
"I'm sure, I just freaked myself out. If I get any more freaked out then I am now I'll call you."
"Alright, how were your Mom and Dad doing when you talked to them?" The other asks but I don't care about her.
I listen to the first girl speak and for the first time ever, my dick is hard. It's not just hard, but pulsing with a need only she can fill. Something about this girl is affecting me in ways I have never thought possible. It pisses me off really. I don't like it when things don't make sense. My animal understands what to do, and he is marking his territory with spurts of creamy white cum. Let another try to take what is mine, it will mean death for them.
When I drag in a breath I can only smell her and the sweet tang of innocence she carries with her. But if I want to have her and take what my body is telling me is mine, I am going to have to let the other side of me out and become a man once again. For her I would do anything, including giving up the good part of myself and turning into something other than animal.
Misty
Something outside my window gets my attention and makes me pull the phone from my ear. The sound is almost like a dog whining only we don't own a dog and our nearest neighbors are not close enough for me to hear their animals whining. It's enough to make me stand up out of the tub without thinking to grab my towel.
"Hang on for just a minute okay, Keke. I thought I heard something outside."
"Yeah, yeah, you sure you're alright?" There is concern in her voice.
"Just let me go make real sure I got the door downstairs locked okay. Don't say anything for a minute until I can be sure everything is alright."
"You're taking me with you?" in the loosest sense of the word, yes. "You do realize there is like nothing I can do if you do run up on something bad, right?"
"Yes, but still you can call the cops if I do scream." I put the phone to my chest but that won't keep Keke quiet. Water runs down my body in rivets and the cool air from the fans brush against my skin as I make my way down the stairs. I think she mutters something about being able to call the cops to pick up my dead body and I try not to let her negativity get to me.
All the lights are off down here, so I'm walking in very little light but I have enough to work my way back to the kitchen and the stupid door that I can never remember if I shut or not. Night has fallen across my back yard making things that are normally familiar to me become strange. And sure enough, I didn't lock the door. God I hate this fucking door. When I move out and have a house of my own I am so never having sliding glass doors. I walk over to flip the lock on the damned thing and take a look outside to look for an animal that might be responsible for the sounds I heard.
When I see nothing I turn to go back upstairs but I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched. Goosebumps run down my legs like the water drops from my bath.
"It was nothing, Keke. It must have been a neighbor dog or s
omething."
I slip back in the water I just left, but even it doesn't take away that sense of being watched, almost hunted. I would tell Keke, but she'll just make fun of me. Or come out to stay with me for the rest of the weekend and then I won't get anything done. I sink lower in the water hoping to hide from whatever is causing the odd feeling. I talk a little bit longer with Keke before I hang up and think about doing all the necessary stuff.
By the time I come out, night is all around and I listen to the rumbles of a thunderstorm off in the distance. I sit down to put lotion on my legs but something stops me and instead I look in the mirror at myself. I may be a good girl but I'm still eighteen with hormones. I was an early bloomer, so I've had boobs for as long as I can remember. They're one of my most sensitive places too. I run my hand up the front of my body and over the soft tips that grow swollen and harden when I let my touch linger.
I don't normally masturbate because, duh, my Mom and Dad are like almost always home. That and it takes forever for me to actually get myself off. I've tried porn. I've tried romance novels. And I'm not saying I don't love both of those things, I just take forever. I wouldn't say that I have a high sex drive most of the time. It's Keke or Aaron that are always talking about it and making flirty comments. I'm more withdrawn and shy.
My skin blushes as the blood rushes to the soft white mounds. My other hand travels down lower and before I can stop I've spread my legs wide on the chair while still facing the mirror. Something feels different from all the other times I've tried to make myself cum. Maybe it's the fact the house is empty and I can be as loud and wild as I want and no one will ever know. Or maybe it's the storm, something about the energy that comes right before a good thunderstorm excites me.