WARNING: This part contains an event that might trigger those who have been diagnosed with PTSD or other similar mental disorders, and might even cause distress in others. This part also contains strong language. Reader discretion is advised.

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Summer is starting tomorrow, and the days have already gotten very hot and a little brutal. School's already out for summer break; the last day of school only being three days ago. I am extremely hyped-up for the first day of summer, despite the passionately loved season having a reputation for being hot, miserable, and having the ability to give you what's known as a painful sunburn if you don't apply sunscreen or if you don't apply it properly. I forgot to mention that I am also supposed to go out with Natalie tomorrow if the weather's nice. Oh, and did I mention that the greens of summer are now finally here? Now the trees are no longer leafless and they no longer make the atmosphere of any place very dull, lifeless, and very morbid, like something out of a horror movie. Spring is starting to evolve into summer.

And then there's me, slowly beginning to wake up from a well-rested slumber, feeling refreshed as a not so normal teenager can be. I attempted to get out of bed, but the warm comfort of my bed kept me from getting up. I slowly glanced over at the time on my alarm clock.

10:52 AM the time showed.

It turns out I woke up a little late, but I didn't mind. Besides, there wasn't anything important happening soon that I had to attend to, so it didn't matter. Plus the comfort of my bed refused to let me go, so I decided to watch a video or two on YouTube on my phone until my bed declared mercy on me.

After what seemed like hours but was only just a few minutes, the soothing comfort of my bed seemed more willing to give up, and I slowly got out of bed. I opened up the blinds and was instantly greeted with a bright, sunny day, in which I smiled a little as the light of a possible great day came to my eyes.

"Today's going to be a great day." I thought to myself as the idea of going out for a walk on this gorgeous day crossed my mind like a friendly passerby on a calm day.

As I was thinking about what I could do besides sitting in all day playing videogames as every other teenager would, I heard a knock on my door, and the sound of my door being opened. It was my mom.

"Since today was very sunny out, I decided to make you some pancakes to help start your day." Mom said with a smile on her face.

"Aww, thank you so much." I replied with an impossible to hide smile.

"No problem. The pancakes are ready when you are." Mom said as she gently closed my bedroom door.

I exited my bedroom and went to the kitchen to find out that mom really did make some pancakes for me. The pancakes had steam slowly rising from them, they were a perfect golden-brown color, and were drizzled with that sweet and sticky syrup everyone loves that comes from maple trees. I sat down and began to ate. But as I was eating, a dark yet eerie thought came to mind.

Is today going to be a repeat of that dreadful spring day?

I then realized that the dark thought I had was starting to get a little excessive and that I am most definitely mentally overreacting, so I pushed that troublesome thought towards the back of my head and forgot about it. Yeah, this day is starting in the same way as the day where I got blowdarted in my back, but it simply can't just happen again. The chances of me getting blowdarted again are literally zero; besides, getting blowdarted in public is the same chance as getting struck by lightning three times in a single day let alone in twenty-four hours, but somehow I was that darn unlucky to get blowdarted whilst taking a walk in town.

Wait a minute...

Are we supposed to be having a great day today and not be caught up with our past?

I think we are.

Me > "So I was thinking about taking a walk out today. Is that ok with you?"

Mom > "Yes, it is ok with me."

Me > "I thought you would be uncomfortable about me going out ever since I got blowdarted."

Mom > "I'm not. Besides, the chances of there being another blowdarting incident is never going to happen. Plus, you can't be fearful of everything your whole life."

Me > "It's not that I'm fearful of everything, it's that I don't know if you are uncomfortable with me going out ever since that fateful spring day."

Mom > "I'm perfectly fine with you going out as long as you are aware of your surroundings. That's all that matters."

Me > "Well I'm glad that you aren't uncomfortable with me going out. I was just wondering, that's all."

Mom > "Are you sure you want to go outside? It's getting pretty hot outside."

Me > "Yeah. I was wanting to go to the park for a while."

Mom > "Just put on some sunscreen and bring a water bottle and a wet rag with you."

Me > "Got it."

To be honest, I thought that mom was unwilling for me to get out into the great outdoors on my own ever since that terrifying day, but look, she has let me go out with Natalie before. But I guess that's how mothers can be. They can be worrisome no matter their child's age. I got my shoes on, got an ice-cold water bottle, a cold wet rag, applied some sunscreen, and headed out the door. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a very warm and sweat-inducing breeze. There also wasn't a cloud in sight! The climate outside wasn't very recommended for taking a walk, but I was prepared to beat the harsh heat and to sweat some bullets. Before I went to the park, I decided to just pay a quick visit to the location in town where I got blowdarted. I didn't know why I wanted to do this, all I know is that I for some reason felt like doing that.

I made my way into town, and I noticed that not many people were outside today. It most likely could just be because it's really hot outside. The sun's rays were beating down on me mercilessly as my temperature began to steadily rise. After a little while of walking, I have arrived at the location where the unthinkable happened about three months ago. As I took in my senses, I suddenly started having flashbacks back to when I was blowdarted, the memory of that event being rememberable like as if it all happened yesterday.

I could remember me thinking about the upcoming summer, excited about all the possible things I could do to make the most out of the scorching hot season, when out of nowhere I felt my back receive a quick yet short-lived blow swiftly followed by a lingering shooting pain, which interrupted my deep thought of the soon to be exciting summer like an alarm clock waking someone up from a great dream. I swiftly turned around to see who had the nerve to assault a minor, but not a single soul was present nor did I see anyone running away, which confused me greatly as to how someone could just assault me and disappear in the blink of an eye. I decided to feel my back because I felt as if something was sticking out of my back. As I was feeling my back, my hands came across a long object that had a glassy texture to it and had something soft and fluffy on the top of it. I didn't know what I felt, so I pulled the object out from my back, causing much more unwanted pain. Once I pulled it out, I looked at what the hell I pulled out from my back, only to find out it was a blowdart! I could remember me being so scared and worrisome about what could possibly happen next, and also me afraid down to the marrow of my bones that I would quite possibly die. I swiftly pulled out my phone and dialed 911 and I even called my mom to tell her what happened. I remember a few police cars and an ambulance and my mom arriving on the scene, my mom rushing towards me, crying her eyes out whilst hugging me and wondering profusely if I'm ok or not. I later gave the blowdart to one of the police officers so the police could investigate it, and the paramedics put me on a stretcher and hauled me off to the hospital.

For some reason, I haven't had any nightmares since it happened, which is pretty surprising, but I am still slightly shaken up due to how quickly things went downhill. The only time I remember about the whole blowdarting incident is when someone mentions it or when I come to this exact spot. I felt as if I visited this spot long enough and walked over to the park since I started to get flooded by lots of negative thoughts and feelings.

After a little while of walking, I arrived at the park. The moment I set foot in the park, I remembered meeting up with Natalie at this very park. I even remember the exact tree I saw her at. The memory of meeting up with a friend is obviously much better (and comforting?) then the memory of being blowdarted. The reason why I came to this park is that this park has many paved paths you can walk on, and I haven't walked on a few of those paths in over two months. One of my most favorite paths in the park is one that goes into a woodsy area filled with leaf-covered trees. Not only is it because its ideal for going on nature walks no matter the weather (whether it be rain or shine), but something about that path just fills me with a certain feeling that's literally impossible to describe. The best I could do to describe that feeling is a pleasant, mellow yet magical feeling. It's literally like I'm connecting with mother nature herself.

But as I was walking along the tree-covered path, admiring my surroundings, I noticed another path going into another direction. I quickly began to realize that I have never seen that path nor have I walked a foot on it. Besides, the path looked fairly new. It appears that the path had been made about a week or two ago at maximum. I decided to further investigate it to see what was up.

I began walking on the new path, paying the best attention to my surroundings. I honestly didn't know how far this path went, but it caught my interest enough for me to walk on it for as long as I was willing to go. About a minute later the ground that was near and around the path was now consisting of many small ponds and muddy grounds. This made me more focused on not accidentally walking off the path and ruining my new shoes or quite possibly getting sucked under, but I honestly don't think the mud is THAT deep, is it?

Around two minutes later of walking and the ground that was near and around the path was now looking more solid and not muddy. I don't quite know why it caught my interest a little, but its probably because it made me more aware of my surroundings. I continued to walk until the path ended or until I was unwilling to go any further.

Five minutes of nonstop walking later...

It's been around eight minutes since I started walking on the path, and I was starting to think about turning around and going back to where I started. Just as I was about to give up on exploring this path due to how long it was becoming, I saw an end to the path. My thoughts were then redirected to seeing what was at the end of the path as it not only caught my attention, but it also caught my interest.

What could possibly be at the end of the path?

Something magical?

A cave, maybe?

A nearby river?

What could it be?

Let's find out, shall we?

My main focus was getting to the end of the path to see what treasures and new things were awaiting for me. There could be anything at the end of the path, and it could be explored just by a few more moments of walking.

Just as I began to become deep in thought as to what was at the end of this newly formed path, I have arrived at the end of the path. The path merged to a sidewalk that was right beside a road. I started wondering where I was until I saw a sign next to the path.

The town of GLENSVILLE welcomes you. The sign read.

"Interesting... It seems that the path has led me to another town." I thought to myself.

This path has quite literally led me to a new place I've never been to before, so there was so much to explore and discover for myself. I did not know how big or small the town of "Glensville" was, all I know now is that it exists.

I began walking around the town of Glensville, seeing what the town had to offer. The town had small little shops, each of them unique from each other, some houses and buildings, and even a little park area. By what I could tell, this town appears to be somewhat older and more historic than the town I live right next to due to how the buildings and surroundings looked; maybe this town was established in the late 1800s to early 1900s? I'm going to have to Google the town of Glensville for more information about this place.

As I continued to explore this unfamiliar place, I then realized that maybe I shouldn't have gone this far from where I was intentionally walking. Heck, I can't help that my curiosity has led me to a new place that was about eight minutes away just by walking. I might explore this place a little more tomorrow when I'm with Natalie; maybe she knows about this place more than me and if so she can probably give me a little tour of this place whilst giving me more information and how much of a significance this place holds if the weather's nice tomorrow. But today's not the day for that. Well, at least I got to see and explore what was at the end of the path in a nutshell.

Later that day...

It's now late at night, and I was watching some videos on YouTube to pass the time until my 11:00 PM bedtime comes around. I was of course very excited about going out with Natalie on the first day of summer like a kid on Christmas morning. Suddenly, my phone rings. My friend Natalie was calling. I wonder what she has to say to me.

Me > "Hello?"

Natalie > "What's up Jimmy? Sorry that I called so late. I meant to call you at around six but I couldn't since I had to help my mom make dinner, which I then forgot until now."

Me > "Not a worry. I'm doing very well. How about you?"

Natalie > "Thanks for asking. I'm doing fine. Are you excited about tomorrow?

Me > "Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be excited?"

Natalie > "You have NO idea how much I can't wait to go out with you tomorrow. If the weather's nice that is."

Me > "I can tell. Oh, what time are we going out tomorrow and where are we meeting in town? I haven't asked you that question yet."

Natalie > "We will be meeting at the food and drink parlor at 5:30 PM."

Me > "Sounds like a plan. I'm hoping the weather forecast stays nice and sunny."

Natalie > "Let's hope it isn't rainy with a chance of gloom and doom tomorrow."

Me > "Oh, Natalie, have you heard about a town named "Glensville?" I discovered it because of a path that leads from my town's nearby park to the town. I have gone into the town, but I only briefly explored it before going back to the park I came from."

Natalie > "Yes I have heard about Glensville, thank you for asking. It's the town that I live nearby, and it is, unfortunately, the town where my brother got blowdarted by that serial blowdarter. The town of Glensville was established in 1875, which is about 30 years before your town was established, not to mention the town is relatively smaller than the town you live nearby. I can give you a tour of the town if you want to tomorrow."

Me > "Gosh, I'd love to do that! I love exploring new things."

Natalie > "Ok, add that to the list of things to do tomorrow. Anyways, I gotta log off now, I'm getting really tired. It was nice talking with you."

Me > "It definitely was. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll even give you an update on the weather via text if anything changes if you like."

Natalie > "Sure thing."

Me > "I will see you sometime soon."

Natalie > "Goodnight."

Me > "You too."

I then hung up the phone, and proceed to plug in my phone since the time was nearing my bedtime. I know I'm beginning to sound like a broken record, but I'm very excited to go out with Natalie on the first day of summer and further explore the historic town of Glensville. But until then, I gotta go to sleep and catch those Z's.

Hopefully the weather isn't miserable tomorrow.


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I woke up, but I felt very off for some odd reason. I remembered about me and Natalie going out today at 5:30 PM, but I had a terrible feeling that today wasn't the day for that. I glanced over at the time on my alarm clock, and the time showed 2:30 PM. This was a complete shock to me as I never wake up this late. Wondering how much worse this day could get, I got out of bed and looked outside my bedroom window, and I was greeted with an unfriendly greeting via a horrible, cloudy, and post-rainy day. The instant I saw this, I was crushed that today was in no way the day to go out with Natalie, and I sighed a deep sigh of disappointment as I checked the weather on my phone, only to find out that it was supposed to rain heavily at 4:20 PM. I blankly texted Natalie saying that today was not the day, and she replied saying that we could go out tomorrow instead. I then hesitantly proceeded to get dressed in some daytime clothes and exited my dimly-lit bedroom knowing full well that today was going to be a horrible day.

"Why can't my life go right for five seconds?" I thought to myself wondering how bad my day could get.

My mom saw me and greeted me.

"Hello, Jimmy. How are you doing?" Mom greeted me.

"Horrible." I lifelessly responded a quiet response.

"What's the matter?" Mom replied to my lifeless response, a little concerned that I wasn't my usual, happy self.

Me > "It's just that I woke up very late, and I found out that today wasn't the day for going out with Natalie weather-wise."

Mom > "Oh dear... I'm very sorry to hear that. You want something to eat before you start your day?"

Me > "No. I'm fine. I'm not hungry."

Mom > "Are you really fine? You're starting to scare me a little by how you're acting."

Me > "I'm fine, it's just that I'm crushed by the sudden weather change disturbing my plans on going out for today."

Mom > "That's understandable."

Me > "I'm going to go take a stroll in the park if that's ok with you."

Mom > "I understand, you need a moment to yourself. Just be home soon because it will rain outside somewhere around four."

Me > "Yes mom."

Yes, I was so crushed that I needed a moment to myself. But I didn't need to cry my eyes out because of it; I'm not that crushed. Besides, I wanted to explore the town of Glensville a little further. So I slowly got my shoes on and blankly headed out the door.

The moment I headed out the door, I was met by an unpleasant musty atmosphere. The ground was wet and it was gross outside; not to mention it was also partially foggy. I looked up at the sky, and an exanimate, monotone greyish-white sky gloomily greeted me back. I looked into the nearby haze as I started heading towards the nearby park, wondering why the first day of summer was all gloom and doom.

Many moments later...

The path I was walking on to head over to Glensville wasn't any more forgiving either. It was much foggier than right where I lived, the path had a bad stench to it for some reason, and worst of all, it felt lonely and depressing as fuck; there wasn't a single soul in sight, not to mention my hometown felt like a complete ghost town. No-one is outside today due to how horrible today is right now. I suddenly began to become overwhelmed by a tsunami of sad emotions and feelings as I blankly strolled through the foggy, tree-covered path, and I for some reason began to cumbersomely question my existence.

What did I even do to deserve to have a day like this? Did I go wrong somewhere? Honestly, what did I do?

The more I walked, the more out of touch I became with my normal, happy self. I felt as if my normal happy self was slowly drowning in an endless ocean of sadness and depression. The feeling of wanting to bawl my eyes out became stronger and more burly as time painfully yet slowly progressed.

I began to tear up as my throat began to feel as if I tried swallowing a bowling ball. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me say "Excuse me, sir." I looked behind me and saw someone wearing a black hoodie with the hood up, raggedy torn jeans, and black shoes casually approach me. He looked pretty familiar, but I couldn't wrap my head around it. It could be just me, but I wasn't at all sure.

When he got closer, I saw his face. His face was somewhat deformed and had many scars. He also looked like he was lost and needed directions. Maybe helping him out will cheer me up.

"Can I help you? I'm glad to help." I said as I tried to form a friendly smile on my tear-ridden teenage face.

"Yeah. I'm kinda lost. Do you know where the town of Glensville is?" The man politely asked.

"As a matter of fact, I do," I replied as I tried to have a cheerful tone.

"His voice sounds extremely familiar..." I thought to myself as I slowly began to recognize his voice.

"Thanks a lot." He said in a happy tone.

"No problem. Glensville is right this way." I said as I pointed in the direction of Glensville.

"Thank you very much NOW GIMMIE YOUR FUCKIN' WRIST!" He yelled as he swiftly grasped my wrist.

Him suddenly grabbing my wrist startled me greatly, and I of course had no time to react whatsoever. He started to roughly drag me as I began to panic. I was scared beyond belief of what he was going to do to me. As I frantically tried to get him to let go of my wrist, my eyes widened as my brain made a serious realization.

It was Johnson. The person who blowdarted me.

How was he not dead?! The news article I read a month and a half ago clearly stated that he passed away due to severe blood loss and trauma.

And how was he not locked up in prison if not jail?! There already was enough evidence at the crime scene that he was the person who blowdarted me.

Oh, you've got to be shitting me.

"W-w-what are you doing?!" I frantically spoke as I began to tear up again, fearing for the absolute worst.

"I'm going to make your life a living hell you smug little punk. Now quit tearing up like a little bitch before I do something to you right now to make you tear up even more." He firmly retorted.

As he continued to brutally drag me by the wrist, I shakily searched my pockets with my other hand so I could get my phone and call for help, but unfortunately, I quickly found out that I didn't have my phone with me. My heart sunk as I realized that there was no possible way of quickly reaching out for help. I was afraid that if I cried for help he would violently silence me and put me in my place.

"P-please stop! What did I even d-do to deserve this s-s-sort of treatment?!" I stuttered as I begged him to stop, the rate of tears flowing from my eyes slowly yet painfully increasing.

"You just tried to kill me in your stupid werewolf form a month and a half ago you imbecile." He sharply yet angrily replied.

"You deserved it after what you did to me." I firmly mumbled.

Suddenly, something in him just snapped, as if those nine words seriously rubbed him the wrong way, and he yanked on my wrist, causing me to fall off the path and into the muddy muck with a SPLAT. I got up and tried getting back up onto the path, but the mud sucked at my shoes, and I was unable to move forwards as I began to sink into blackish-brown sludge.

"I 'deserved it?' You deserve to now die!" Johnson aggressively snapped.

By the time I had processed everything that was happening, I was already knee-deep in the nasty muck. No, now waist-deep! I was sinking relatively fast, so acting fast was the first thought that came to mind. Yes, I have watched a few videos on how to escape quicksand before and I do know that flailing around while sinking will only make you sink faster, but I have never experienced sinking in quicksand in the entirety of my life. I quickly grabbed on the side of the paved path and began slowly pulling myself out, but Johnson lifted his foot as if to stomp on my hands, in which I quickly recoiled my hands before his black shoes met my digits. He let out an evil chuckle as he knew that I was doomed for and that there was no possible way that I could get out of this mucky situation.

"Someone! Anyone! Please help me!!!" I hopelessly cried for help as I began to softly sob.

"Listen, kid. Your worthless sorry ass deserved this. Now shut up and take your punishment." Johnson silenced me with a smug and remorseless grin on his face.

There was absolutely nothing I could do. I couldn't call for help, I couldn't cry for help, I couldn't grab the side of the path to get myself out, and I didn't want to try and push against the muck with my hands because I was afraid that I would only get my arms stuck.

The only thing I could do was to just slowly sink towards a slow yet agonizing death.

The soft, muddy ground continued to ruthlessly and viciously swallow me as I was now sunken up to my chest despite me barely even moving or trying to agitate the awful muck. The only emotions I felt from this moment were sadness and misery, and I continued to softly sob to the point where I felt as if I was going to dehydrate myself.

Only a minute has passed since I started sinking and I was already now sunken up to my neck. And now up to my chin. I held my breath as I prepared myself to get submerged under the muck and to most likely die.

"Heh heh, you get what ya fuckin' deserve." Johnson chuckled a stone-cold chuckle as he watched me slowly become dragged under.

The last thing I saw with my two tear-filled eyes was him slowly waving goodbye whilst maintaining that smug expression on his face. Suddenly, everything faded to black as I became fully submerged under the horrid muck. I continued to hold my breath as I fought back my breathing reflexes because I refused to die at a young age. I DID NOT want my story to end this way, let alone my life to end this early and in such a grave and barbaric way. Plus, everyone that knew me well would frantically want to know what the hell happened to me. The oxygen level in my body started becoming very low as I struggled to keep my breathing reflexes at bay. I couldn't do anything in my power to get myself out.

Welp, I guess I have reached the end of the road.

I hate to end it this way.

I'll see you on the other side.

Wait a minute...

What the heck? I feel something strange happening at my lower back.

Hold on a second...

Is something growing?!

I slowly followed my hands to where that pulling sensation was, and I felt my heart stop as I felt a bump on the butt of my pants slowly becoming bigger and bigger. The instant I felt this, I knew what was going on.

"Yup, I'm beginning to transform, this is not good." I thought to myself.

A little while later, I felt the butt of my pants explode open like a bomb, followed by me feeling something long and fleshy struggling to move in the thick, disgusting muck. I continued to hold my breath, wondering how I haven't wound up dead yet and why this was happening. Since I couldn't see anything, I didn't know what animal I was transforming into.

My hands began to feel a lot stiffer as the palms of my hands were swelling up and feeling puffy. My nails became sharper and longer into claws, along with my digits becoming shorter and stubbier and my thumbs moving up to my wrists to become dewclaws. Suddenly, I felt myself begin to... shrink?

The same thing began happening to my feet as the digits of my feet became stiffer and stubbier. The bottom of my feet began to become puffy and my toenails became longer and sharper into claws. My big toes moved up my foot, and finally, my heels moved up my legs, making my legs become haunches, which combined with my spine soon cracking into a quadruped position will make standing in a biped position next to impossible.

I felt my arms slowly swing towards the front of me, making my shoulders disappear. My spine then abruptly cracked into a quadruped position, which caught me off guard. I then felt something big explode out from my neck. My nose was beginning to feel much wetter and colder. My ears were becoming bigger and longer into ear-fins, and a third fin formed on the top of my head. My teeth became sharper and more carnivorous as my canines became longer into fangs. My face began pushing forwards into a muzzle, which felt very weird but a hundred percent painless for some odd reason. As my muzzle was slowly growing, my sclera became a purplish-black color and my pupils went from a normal black color to a paper white color.

My muzzle then suddenly stopped pushing forwards as the hair on my head slowly disappeared from existence, and my body stopped shrinking. The transformation happened pretty quickly, and it took me a moment to process what just happened. My body felt entirely different, and I refused to believe that I was still alive and not dead yet.

It started becoming nearly impossible to keep fighting back my breathing reflexes, so I had to think extremely fast on how to get out of this deep and yucky slurry-like mud.

How was I going to get out of here? Is it even possible to get out?

Maybe I could use my tail? I don't know if my tail was suitable for this but it for some reason felt as if it could be used for swimming, but not for liquids this thick.

Let's give it a go.

I'm getting out of this quicksand alive and well.

I moved my tail in an up and down fashion as hard and as fast as I possibly could, not feeling at all confident that this would work.

"Come on, keep going. You got this. I'm not dying this young. Only a cold day in hell will I allow myself to die as a teenager." I thought to myself, not knowing at all if I was rising up or still sinking downwards.

Once I emerge from this mess, Johnson will pay big time. He almost killed me by making me almost drown in quicksand for crying out loud.

Guess I'm taking my revenge.

I was about to give up after only a minute of me trying to swim in a liquid that had the consistency of a clay-like slurry, but I began to see again!

I have emerged! At last, I made it!

The moment I opened my eyes, I let out the biggest gasp for air that I have ever done in my life; the fresh yet musty oxygen reaching to my desperate, oxygen-deprived lungs. I was happy that I didn't die a horrible death and that I was able to escape one of the toughest traps mother nature had to offer. My dirty paws then met with the moist paved path as I began slowly yet patiently pulling myself out of the extremely deep mud, wincing harshly as I was using a lot of energy.

A little while later, I got my entire body out, but my tail was still stuck in the awful sludge. I was feeling super exhausted; almost as if I had ran a marathon.

"Almost there! Get out, you stupid disgusting appendage!" I thought to myself as I tugged at my tail.

After what seemed like forever, I managed to fully get my long tail out. I was covered in muck, and my body looked and felt very different.

"Holy crap I made it. How did I manage to do that?" I said, breathing heavily.

What the-?

Did I speak in a normal, human fashion?

But... I was supposed to speak in animal noises!

How?

You know what? Forget it. I've got other things to worry about. The last thing I should be worrying about is why I'm speaking correctly.

I shook off the disgusting muck that covered my body, droplets of unsanitary muck being flung off of me and onto the clean, paved path. As I was shaking my body off, I saw Johnson walking away as if nothing ever happened.

Did he think that he could simply just walk away from an attempted murder of a minor?

I don't think so.

I started quickly yet quietly walking towards him with rage so powerful it was starting to show on my face. My vision was becoming red, and I was ready to give him the same treatment he gave me when he asked for directions. I could tell he was in for a nasty yet much-needed surprise.

The moment I came into combat range of him, I snapped and latched my jaws onto his right ankle, my teeth sinking into his ankle and making Johnson let out a loud and sharp yelp of pain, and I started dragging him down towards the area where he tried sinking me to my death. I honestly no longer gave a flying fuck if I kill him or not by what I'm about to do, because let's be honest, he deserves it.

"YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!!!" I growled loudly, with murderous intent.

"Whatever you're doing, please stop! I'm sorry! Please let go of my ankle!" Johnson pleaded.

"SORRY ISN'T GOING TO CUT IT! YOU JUST TRIED TO KILL ME, NOW QUIT CRYING LIKE A BABY OR ELSE I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT!" I growled even louder, my vision becoming redder than the color of blood.

"I BEG YOU!" He cried.

I kept on slowly dragging him, using all the energy I had left in my body, and Johnson started to cry out for help. He looked behind him and saw a furious Vaporeon viciously trying to drag down a full-grown man. I saw the fear in his eyes as he started regretting what he did to me.

A minute has slowly passed and I managed to make it where Johnson had tried to drown me. I dragged him into the mucky sludge, and I was quite surprised that my paws weren't getting stuck in the dirty muck. I then let go of his ankle and climbed onto the path to watch him slowly sink to his death. He slowly got up and tried walking towards the path, but the murder-thirsty muck sucked at his shoes and began relentlessly swallowing him. He was frantically flailing and moving his body about, trying to get out, but that only made him sink even faster, and he was sinking FAST. He was already sunken up to his abdomen because of how aggressively he was trying to get out. As the muddy ground continued to swallow him up like a black hole, he looked at me with tear-ridden regretful eyes, his eyes almost begging me to have mercy on him, but I was unfazed by this, and I smirked at him intently.

It was barely even half a minute since he started sinking, and he was now up to his chin. His arms were sunken under, and he was unable to get them out to try and pull himself out. I smugly blew a raspberry at him as his face slowly became sunken under the quicksand.

I wasn't done yet.

I stayed a little while to make sure he didn't resurface. It's evil, I know. But it's necessary so he doesn't come back to cause more trouble; god knows how much trouble he has caused in other people's lives. The more I think about it, the scarier and more unsettling it gets.

Just as I was about to go on a thinking spree about how much crime Johnson had committed and just as my vision no longer became red, a few bubbles rose to the surface of the muck and popped, indicating that Johnson was now dead.

Yup, I killed someone. But this time it was intentional.

Sometimes I have to become the monster in order to do what's truly right.

I looked at my now quadruped body and was shocked that my body was different in so many ways. My hands were now stiff and clumsy paws, my skin was a sky blue color, I had a weird neck fin thing on my neck, and I had a long and fleshy tail that was almost the same length as my body and had two fins on the end of it, my tail resembling the tail of a dolphin's.

I decided that this day became horrible enough and started heading back home. My plans with Natalie were canceled due to the shitty weather today, Johnson came along and tried drowning me in quicksand, and now I'm a Vaporeon.

Wait, how is mom going to react to me being a water dog? How am I going to explain what happened and why it happened?

I didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, as I was thinking about what I could do in this awkward situation, I began hearing this loud beeping noise. It startled me pretty badly. What is that noise and where is it coming from? That noise sounded pretty familiar to me. I looked around, not knowing why the hell there was a loud and constant beeping noise.

Maybe it was a nearby truck? No, it can't be. Trucks' backing up signals don't sound anywhere near like that. Besides, the nearest road is 5 minutes away just by walking, so it can't be nearby and it can't be that loud.

Wait a minute...

It was my alarm.

It was all just a dream.

I silenced my noisy alarm and just blankly laid down in bed staring at the white ceiling of my bedroom, trying to process what kind of dream I just woke up from. I had so many damn questions that it was starting to make my head hurt.

"That was weird..." I quietly said as I sat up, softly rubbing my forehead with my hand.

Out of fear I quickly jumped out of bed and looked outside my bedroom window, and thankfully, it was a beautiful sunny day that I was greeted with. I sighed a much-needed sigh of relief, knowing that today was the perfect day for going out with Natalie. I slowly looked at my alarm clock, and the time showed 10:00 AM. For some reason, something in me wanted to tell mom about the dream I had. I decided to not tell mom about it because I felt extremely uncomfortable about it. I unplugged my phone and texted Natalie.

"You ready?" I texted her.

"Heck yes, I am!" She texted back.

"Ok, good. I can't wait to go out with you at 5:30 PM." I texted.

"See you soon." She texted back one more time.

First day of summer, a great day ahead of me, today will be a beautiful day, even though I woke up from an awful dream. I got some daytime clothes on, ate breakfast, and awkwardly started my day.

To be continued...