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Dark Changes - The Present
It's dark. I can feel the rain on my body. As I look
up I can see the clouds hiding the moon, drifting slowly
across the night sky. It's very peaceful.
I think I remember there being more stars up there,
and fewer buildings. I can't be sure really. I'm not sure
of anything anymore.
I can feel it again. The hunger is back, it always
comes back. I don't know why it won't go away. I can't eat
like I used to, however that was.
Something smells good. I can smell him, over in that
alley over there. He smells nice; I think it reminds me of
my father. It was the same cologne he always wore.
I can see a set of swings in my mind. I remember a
rocking sensation, and the kicking of my legs. A man is
there. He says something and kisses me on the cheek. I
can't remember anymore, it hurts to try.
There he is, sleeping by a dumpster. He looks pretty
roughed up, like he was just in a fight or something. I
walk over to him and put my hand on his cheek, feeling his
warm skin.
Is that my hand? It seems strange to see such
delicate fingers, topped by long red nails. They look
sharp. This is confusing.
But more than being confused, I am hungry. I bend
down to give him a kiss, I think. I'm not really sure what
I'm doing.
As I kiss him on the lips, something comes over me.
He tastes really good. Like a piece of strawberry cake does
to a person who hasn't eaten in two or three days. I can't
help myself; I need to taste that cake again. It was just
too good.
I don't know what happened, it's all over me. I can
feel his blood in my mouth but can't stop myself. Why can't
I stop myself? It tastes so good. Better than anything I
have ever tasted.
I can feel my nipples becoming erect at the sensation
and a buzzing feeling between my legs beckons me to
continue.
It feels so good; I don't want it to stop. More, I
need more of it. MMmmm, it tastes so good! I can feel my
body tingling with electricity. It's getting better. I feel
something I don't remember feeling. What is this new
sensation?
Everything goes as I feel the most wonderful
sensation ever! It is like a wave of pleasure is washing
over my body. I hug my father as hard as I can because it
feels so good. Pressing my head into his neck to feel his
skin on my face. He is like a teddy bear, I love him.
What is that cracking sound? What have I done? I
release my grip of him and stand up. That's not my father.
Who is he? What did I do, I think to myself as I look upon
a brutally mangled corpse lying in the dark alley.
Then everything was dark.
With a gasp I wake up from a horrible dream. I can
remember it with clarity. Was it just a dream? I'm not so
sure I can tell anymore.
I've been having dreams and flashes since it happened
two nights ago. Since I... since I what? I can't remember
what happened. I can't even remember my own name.
Oops, I seem to be in bed with someone. Better not
wake him up I think as I carefully slip out of bed and walk
over to the mirror in the corner.
I don't even know what I look like, and the mirror in
this room doesn't seem to want to cooperate by showing my
reflection.
Is it broken? I've always shown up before when I went
to shave my... beard? But I don't have a beard. At least, I
don't think I do, since I can't actually see my face. But
the skin feels smooth.
Where am I anyways? It's not my place, is it? No, I
can tell it's not my room. For some reason I just know. But
whose then? Maybe he can tell me I think to myself as I
walk to the sleeping figure on the bed.
"Um, hello?" I say to him, slightly surprised at my
voice.
Is that my voice? It sounds so... wrong. I don't
really sound like that do I? That's a woman's voice, and
I'm not a woman, am I? But I am a woman. I've always been
one.
"Do you know where I am?" I asked the apparently
still sleeping figure.
No answer, he must be really tired. 'What's this?' I
think as I look to the side of the bed. There's a business
card of some type sitting on the nightstand.
It's for a hotel. Am I in a hotel? I must be. It
looks like one. Well in that case its time to leave. I'm
feeling hungry. I think I'm going to stop at a burger joint
and get a nice juicy burger.
I feel a chill run up my spine, making me cringe at
the thought of eating a hamburger. Just thinking of the
taste makes me feel nauseous. I guess a burger is out of
the question.
I'll find something I think as I walk out the door,
leaving the sleeping man behind and never noticing that he
isn't breathing or that the bed sheet is hiding the side of
his neck that had been torn out.
My body feels weird as I walk down the hall to the
elevator. Something isn't right, but I can't place my
finger on it. There's a man in the elevator. He must work
for the hotel, he's dressed like it.
He looks really sexy too, and smells really nice.
Very nice actually as I take in his intoxicating scent. I
want to kiss the guy really bad, give him a hickey like no
tomorrow. I must be a real slut.
The elevator stops and the doors open before anything
more happens. Oh well, at least he seems to like me too as
I can tell by his eyes following my amble chest while I
leave the elevator, and head for the door.
"Ma'am. May I have a word with you?" The guy behind
the front desk says to me, giving me a look I don't like.
As I walk up I can feel how my chest moves oddly and
my hips seems to sway in a not unpleasant way. Have I
always walked this way?
"Miss, I would ask that you not return to this
establishment. It's okay for Mr. Turner but your business
is not wished here." he told me flat out.
I was pissed. I've never been so insulted in my life!
I'm a legitimate businessman and have never been so rudely
talked to by a desk monkey in all my days.
I grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off the
ground with my arm stretched out. I stared him in the eye
with a cold stare and tried to gather my calm, as he
squirmed in his shirt.
"If you ever talk to me that way again, I'll tear
your damned head off, you get me?" I yelled at him,
watching him nod in agreement... or perhaps fear.
I dropped him and turned to walk out the door. He
would watch who he talked down to in the future, that's for
damn sure.
It's dark outside. Did I sleep all day? I must be
getting lazy or something. I can't really think of anything
that I'd like to eat, thinking of things like that seem to
make me feel sick.
Ah good, a newspaper stand I think to myself as I
head in the direction of the news vending machines. I hope
I have enough change in my wallet. Well, purse anyways as I
seem to keep my wallet in one.
I put the quarters in the stand and lift the lid.
Before I can pull out the newspaper, something on the cover
startles me and I let go. The damn machine slammed shut.
I pull the lid again and it opens with some force and
a small snap. Wow, good thing it was faulty or I'd have
lost my paper.
I take out the paper and look at the headline that
startled me a moment earlier.
'Murder in Winterport! Killer at Large!'
As I stare at the picture on the cover, I can't seem
to tear my eyes off of it. It seems so familiar, like I had
seen it recently. Like a dream...
"Oh my God." I say, as a splitting headache rushes
through my head.
"RRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" I yell as I fall to my
knees in pain, unable to think clearly.
And then it happened. I remembered.
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Decent story? Yes/no? I'm a long time reader first time
writer. I wrote this in about 2 hours. Do you think it
worth continuing? If so give me some suggestions because I
didn't have a particular plot in mind when started typing,
and a story with no plot is no story at all.
A bit about me incase and my style if you find it weird.
I'm a long time player of pencil and paper RPG's. I lean
towards mages and chaos. In a fantasy setting I've found
that I generally role-play crazy or insane people best. I'm
generally considered eccentric by my friends and family.
I'm not transgendered but enjoy transgender fiction. If my
style doesn't make sense tell me, because it does make
sense to me and I won't figure it out on my own.
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