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M and C-back in alaska We were able to take Michael off of Dolly Island. Now he has to be kept a total secret. I only wish he could be free. He is very depressed lately. He has only the sled dogs for friends. He howls in sorrow often now. Dad calls it singing, but even he knows it is lamenting from being in a cage; one that cannot be escaped.
I feel different from the Joshua I was before. I now feel braver, wolfish, and more secluded. I will never be the same. Even when I sleep I can change. More than once I found myself partly transformed when I awoke. I've had to learn to control my emotions.
Lately we've had amazing sledding experiences. Dad was our musher and Michael and I were then hitched up to the sled with our dogs. I finally realize the exhilaration my dog team has when they run. The cool wind forcing its way past our fur. The adrenaline at each turn, and bo
M and C-finally I ran down the road on my four paws rushing to the dock. I made sure to run in front of the camera we set up. Looking for a place to hide I dived into the bushes. Eric wasn't there yet. I had to watch the sea. It was to far to swim and Eric would probably arrive by boat. I looked back down the road to see smoke coming out of the mine. Derek was trying to cover up. I realized the thumb drive was the thing most everyone didn't know about, and it held all of Derek's secrets and the cure. If he got it back he could continue his dark deeds.
Calming down I found myself changing to a werewolf. So the transformation is controlled by emotion and desire. I could live a normal life, nobody would have to know of this ability. I could learn to speak with my dogs. Imagine the advantage in dogsledding.
I felt the thumb drive against my fur. The only desire I
M and C-escape "Prefect." Derek yelled madly as I returned to normal. "All the tests are now complete. Do you know what I've made you, boy? This arcane power I have given you puts you beyond the success of your brother. You are now what our werewolves should have been. You now have the forms of a human, werewolf, and wolf."
My heart nearly stopped as the knife of words sunk in. The surroundings came into focus. With an unknown anger I sprang up and yelled, "Derek, you snake. You're a lunatic. I told you life is not to be toyed with." But then, I planned it this way. Him to get me, steal the drive and escape. I just didn't want him to change me at all.
Derek motioned to James; then the weretiger put me into a choke hold. "A snake?" he said casually, "Good idea, but no. A werelion suites me better." I had no idea what he was talking about. He reinserted the hig
M and C-Joshua I awoke the next day to see Michael staring out the window again. He was not crying, just staring. His ears where twitching every now and then. Stepping over Alex I went up to Michael. I reached to touch him, but withdrew. "How are you?" I asked.
"Joshua," Michael said, "I've lost everything; my body, my world, my life."
"You haven't lost me. You're my older brother," I said again. He was on the verge of tears. When he spoke he was trembling.
"Josh, they won't let me go home like this, will they?" Michael asked.
I was choking back my anger. I couldn't let that happen, no matter the cost. He needed a cure, the cure the phantom had. I had to get it, maybe it was stored in the thumb drive. Yes, the phantom must be Derek Johnson, but I can't prove it. OC
M and C-Michel I put the key in the lock and opened the door to my new apartment. The apartment was plain white with three rooms and some furniture. We laid the unknown werewolf on the bed in the bedroom. We made sure he was comfortable. I stayed near him a while longer. Slowly he got up and walked to the window in a very shaky manner, holding onto every chair and desk along the way. Eric and my dad were doing something with the computer that was in the apartment.
The werewolf kid wouldn't look at me even though I was trying to start up a conversation. I thought he was depressed by the way he acted. He was leaning on the window crying softly, even his crying was almost silent. As if an unseen force had appeared to torment me, his reflection seemed to imitate my brother. It was sad to see his young yellow eyes so watery and the fur around his eyes so damp.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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