Post by EMILIA JANE BENNETT on Aug 26, 2013 22:55:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #7A7A7A; border: #000000 4px solid; opacity: .75;] emilia jane bennett [style=width: 200px; height: 250px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/4zmDqKk.gif); margin-left: 5px; border: #000000 2px solid; border-radius: 5px;] [/style][style=width: 225px; height: 250px; margin-right: 5px;][style=width: font-family: palatino linotype; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; color: #49425D; background-color: #CCCCCC; text-transform: uppercase; border-radius: 5px; padding: 5px; margin-top: 4px;]EM MARCH 3RD, 1996 17 FEMALE & HETEROSEXUAL WEREWOLF (OMEGA) ADELAIDE KANE [/style]MEGAN • 7+ • SOME OTHER PLACE [style=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #49425D; padding: 5px; text-align: justify;]Life isn't easy. [/style]We want a situation to go one way but we only receive the opposite and then your world spins out of control. Life sucks, and that's the simple truth. It'll kick you and beat you down until you won't get up ever again. It's a cold truth we all learn in the end. I was just one of the unfortunate few who learned that lesson far earlier than I should have. Then again, I figured that out a lot earlier than anyone ever should. I used to be a normal kid, you know. I grew up in some small, back-water town that no one could give a damn about, a little town tucked away in Oregan. The best way to describe it would be that it was kind of place where everyone knew everyone and you'd see the elderly people next door talking to your parents about the days when they were children. Nothing too exciting to tell you the truth, but it was my home regardless. It was an average life I lived back then, but it was nice. It was simple. The early years of my childhood were nice enough, though I hadn't gotten along with many of the other kids in town as well as my parents would have liked. I was a bit of a recluse at times, though it was mainly because of shyness. I probably would have remained in that little shell had it not been for Eli. It was probably by accident that I even met him at all, though looking back on everything that happened afterwards I don't regret it. It was at some point during second grade that Eli and his family came to town, and had it not been for the empty seat beside my desk I doubt that I would have ever spoken with the kid. But, as fate would have it, he wound up sitting there. We talked in the way children do at that age, and we were inseparable from then on. I guess you could say that the two of us were truly attached at the hip after that. As the years passed and I grew out of the awkward stage I'd been in as a child I slowly began to befriend most of the other kids in town. I drifted away from that single friendship I'd developed with Eli, though I never abandoned him by any means. The kid became my best friend in a few short years. Spending that much time with him could warrant no other outcome, and to be honest he was my crutch through many difficult times in my life. He was my best friend through and through. It's that life I miss now, because up until four years ago it was normal. It was the coming of a stranger that made my world spin out of control. The guy was new in town, so obviously people were interested in finding out more about him, though I could have cared less. Sure, he was handsome and seemed interesting to begin with, but after a while I lost interest. It wasn't until about a month after he came to town that it happened. I'd been walking home with Eli one night after we'd gone to a movie, something we'd often done together often, though neither of us had been expecting what would occur on that simple walk. The beast seemed to almost materialize from thin air, all red eyes and flashing fangs. It scared the hell out of me, but neither of us could do anything. All I really remember after that is seeing the creature lunge, landing roughly on the pavement, and a searing pain in my shoulder whilst Eli called my name. After that it was flashing red and blue lights then sterile white walls. Eli didn't leave my side after that night. He stayed with me day in and day out, only having to leave the hospital whenever he went to school, though he was always there again when they day was done. I was glad for his company, something I told him often more than once, but I was still terrified of what might have happened to me when the wolf came. I didn't really know what the bite on my shoulder truly meant until the full moon of the following month. Having been released from the hospital a week before I hadn't been expecting anything to happen. Eli had even come over to hang out for a while, the two of us doing our normal thing and just watching T.V. to waste the night away. That was when he showed up. The two of us thought it to be a bit strange that the man who hardly ever spoke with anyone else in town had decided to show up on my doorstep, so obviously I'd been quick to turn him away, though he hadn't been so quick to go away. On the contrary he'd let himself into my house, forcing the door open in an instant. It was only then I'd realized there was someone else with him, a woman. Agitated and frightened, all I could do was force Eli to run, hoping we might be able to take refuge in the basement. We got about as far as locking the door and rushing down the stairs before the man and his companion caught up to us. By that point I was still feeling a bit agitated, though had I known the reason behind those feelings was the full moon I might have handled the situation differently. But all I could do was hide in a corner with Eli at my side, the two of us hoping with all of our hearts that we might be fortunate enough to evade being discovered, but no one's luck is that good. With a quick tug I was out of the corner and thrown to the floor, pinned down by the man while his female companion went after Eli. Eli tried to help at first, though after I told him to run he had tried, though the female didn't let him get far. I saw the rest of what happened through a weird sort of haze, taking note of claws which appeared upon the woman's hands just before she fell upon Eli. His screams were the last thing I heard before everything faded away. By the time I came to sunlight was peaking through the window, though I was quick to wish for that blissful darkness to return once again. The man had laid off to the side, unmoving and still, though I hadn't been able to tell if he was alive. The woman I knew was dead, for she lay in a pool of blood, one that was far too large for her to have survived the night. But what had caught my attention in an instant was Eli. Lying still and in a small pool of his own blood, his shirt had been torn to shreds, a bloody mess of fabric and skin as plain as day. I hadn't even gotten up the courage to approach him, for I was too afraid that the assumptions I was making about the frail body of my friend were true. So instead I ran. I never got the chance to say goodbye to my parents before I left. All I left in my wake was the assumed corpse of my best friend, the bloody mess of the woman and the stranger all laying still in my basement. There would be no way that I would have been able to face them after what had occurred, not to mention the fact that I had been determined to discover what exactly had happened to me on the night of the full moon, the night I had lost everything. For a while I roamed from town to town, earning money in order to support myself at some point. I didn't exactly plan on living in various different towns for the rest of my life, though I knew it would be hard to start over if I didn't have some sort of money to pay for a place to call my own. I've been in Fairlawn for a few months now. The town itself seems nice enough, and it's certainly far enough from my old town and all the memories that accompany it, so I figured staying would be fine for now. Finding a small loft on the edge of town for a fairly low price was lucky, but managing to get a job at the local diner was even better. Now all I can hope for is a new life free from all the pain and trauma from the past. [/style] |
