Zach sat at his desk, the rhythmic tapping of his eraser his only grace in the hell that is World religions. This was the most mundane of the classes he took. He was forced into it by his parents. Parents... Such a strange thought that he now had two sets of parents... One who birthed him into the mortal world of people, the other well, they were something different.

He was still not sure what happened to him that night. He knew though that he was for all purposes changed. He began to wonder exactly what he was... What he was to become. It seems like just yesterday he and his friends had went out into the forest. Sure that they would not find anything of the stories about the place. Oh, but how wrong they were. His wounds had healed nicely, they did however, leave three near nine inch long scars along his chest. The bell signaling the end of class rang.

He stood, quickly grabbed his things, and moved quickly to the hallway. He had to find the others. They were supposed to talk tonight. To figure out exactly what was happening to them.

Summer tossed her Abercrombie and Fitch bag over her shoulder, waving bye to her friends. She turned around and smacked into Zach, but not knowing who she bumped into yet.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry!" She said, but then she looked up and saw Zack. He looked slightly troubled. "What's wrong?" She asked, her grey eyes gleaming with slight worry in them.

Whenever she saw one of the people she went out that night went, the haunting image of what she had become was brought up. She could forget about it when she was with her normal, regular friends. She had changed so much that night. Everything was different. She felt that somewhere deep inside her was the same old Summer, and not with this strange "thing" happening to her. She could only explain it to the people that went out with her that night. No one else would understand her. They would call her crazy.

Summer nodded her head before he even said anything. "We need to talk, don't we?" She said, pulling her bag up further on her shoulder and looking into his eyes deeply, concerned and slightly paranoid.

Freeman laid in the grass, legs crossed staring at the passing clouds, as he had done almost everyday of this semester. He liked clouds, they always comforted him. He had just finished his last class, math, ick. He hated math more then anything. He set there thoughts wondering, then suddenly he remembered something, didn't Alex say something about a meeting today...oh well. He didn't really want to go anyway, a meeting meant a group of people, he didn't like people. Plus the last time he went out with a group of people, he ended up getting attacked by wolves. That wasn't normal was it?

'Then again,' he thought, 'how would i know what normal is?'
But it didn't matter if he didn't show up right? No one would miss him. Maybe if he just laid there no one would notice him...
'Yea lets do that'

Being in such a hurry, and still stuffing things in his back pack, he was not watching where he was going. "Hey, what the he.... Oh Summer! I'm so sorry... I should pay more attention." He shot her a smile, and leaned forward a bit to take in the smell of her. He caught himself amid his action. What the hell was he doing... Sniffing people? On the other hand he did like her scent... He shook his head, and forced himself to smile again. The movements were subtle and he hoped she would not have noticed them. He felt so awkward at times now.

"Y-Yea, I have some... uh,... things I need to tell everyone actually."Came as more of a stammer than actual speech." You planning on meeting up with everyone tonight?" He needed to get some things off of his chest. He had been feeling funny for the past couple days, at night more so. He figured, from horror movies, that it could be because the full moon was so close at hand. In fact he had checked every book he could find about werewolves out of the library. None of them were any help of course. Couldn't help but to try though.

Robert walked down the hall towards Zach and Summer, hearing there small conversation from a distance, embracing his new 'abilities'. He walked up to them, his backpack slung over one shoulder, and the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up to his elbows.
"Hey, guys.What'cha talking about?" he said with a grin, already knowing what they said, but just wanted to make conversation. He brought his hands up a bit and cracked his knuckles, then shoved them into his hoodie pockets. He was rather enjoying having wolf-like hearing ever since that night, and he thought that the scars on his chest looked pretty cool, actually. He was a very strange man.

Alex layed in his bed "Hm now when would the next full moon be." walks over to his calendar looking for the next full moon "Ah here it is hmm seems like the next one will be on the 18th of Feb." sighs "only a couple days till that day comes though. Why did that werewolf curse us, why didn't it just kill us?"

Stella Creed lay spread across the bench. When other people were at school, she was at the little park right beside the school. Staring up at the cloudy sky and contemplating things that should have never snaked thier way into her thoughts. Closing her eyes she binked away the fog that coverd her mind in a blanket of warmth. Today it seemed she wast meant to remember the details of that day, when she and Jimena had made it out alive from the car crash. No matter how much she tried she couldnt specifically remember anything from the crash. Stella shook her head, ridding herself of thinking, trying and failing to make her mind blank. Her peaceful time was now over and was replaced by the harsh cold once more. Getting up from the park bench she figured rather than laze around it would be best to find the others. After all, they needed to talk about what had happened.

That was another thing that was clouded by the warm fog. That night, when she and the others were attacked, her brain just momentarily went blank and decided that she neednt remember what had happened. Just like so many othr traumatizing events her mind had erased the memory, making it so that Stella wasn't even sure if it was a reality or not. Only the full moons reminded her that it indeed was not a dream. Realization hit her, she was walking..No, She was running. But to where? The School? Her Home? No, towards nowhere. She knew that she was running on the path to school, but something else was fogging her mind to a point that sh couldnt remember where she was. In these times it was wise for Stella to wait for the fog to pass, but it stayed untill she reached the school and saw the others.

She slowed to a stop and gave the a clownish grin. A normal look for her, she brushed her bangs aside and shifted, as to not seem tense or fogged. Stella was certain they knew her well enough to know when her mind was rejecting her thoughts, but that could alo be the paranoia talking.
"So what are you all talking about?"
Try as she may her mind was still fogged, and focusing had become harder than usual.

(Think of the fog as like blacking out, she is still conscious, but cant remember anything from that day after its done, and dont worry, I wont keep her fogged for the whole time, im just going to make her come back into relity somewhere in my next post)

With a sigh, Katniss stood up and walked out of the classroom. She had fallen asleep in class and her professor had been kind enough to let her stay back and copy the notes. She turned and started to walk down the hallway. Up ahead she saw Stella, Robert, Zach and Summer standing around and talking. For a moment she stopped, wondering if it would be better to turn back and walk away or just keep going. Before she could stop herself she was walking forward towards the group. She shook her head, scolding her muscles for moving without her permission. Just as she was about to force herself to turn around she found herself walking into Robert. "Eep. Sorry, wasn't watching where I was going." She mumbled quietly, looking down and wishing she had made herself turn around, walk the other way. As she looked back up, she brought a hand to her face and brushed away the hair that had fallen down in front of her sparkling green eyes.

Robert turned to the girl that had bumped into him, and smiled.
"That's alright. I do that all the time." he said with a chuckle. He noticed her sparkly eyes and shot her a grin.
"Fall asleep in class again?" he remarked. He corrected his backpack on his shoulder, then replaced his hands in his hoodie pockets. "Are you meeting up with us tonight?"

(Sorry it's short. A bit of writer's block has me a little stricken.)

Ally yawned sleepily. She had just finished her fencing practice, and was in the showers. She never showered with other people anymore, not since the incident in the woods a few nights ago. Her mind traveled to the memory of the eyes of the wolf man who bit and clawed her friends and her, cursing them to share in his fate. She wondered what would happen to them once the first transformation would happen, what they would look like when they transformed, and if somehow they could control it after a few cycles of the moon.

She finished rinsing the conditioner out of her long sandy blonde hair and grabbed a towel to cover the bite on her side, it still kind of ached, but she had gotten used to it. Quickly she got dressed, and headed out of the locker room. She walked outside in the beautiful sunshine, and took in the warm breeze, her still wet hair stirred slightly by its passing. she noticed Freeman stareing at the cloud sprinkled sky, and headed that way. her steps as silent as that of a wolf stalking its prey.

She placed her bag on the ground and then laid her head ontop of it, and just said, "You know its not polite to stare. The clouds might get mad, or maybe the grass might get jelous that your not looking at it instead." She laughed her musical laugh, and shifted her head to look at him, her golden eyes playful. "So, how are you doing Freeman?"

Katniss nodded, a light laugh escaping her lips after Robert asked if she had fallen asleep in class again. When she heard the next question her smile disappeared and she nodded grimly. Automatically, her bottom lip found it's way between her teeth. Her gaze shifted downward and her lip slipped from between her teeth as she sighed. Pressing her lips together tightly, she shook her head and looked back up, shifting the strap on her shoulder. As she did this the messenger bag that rested on her hip shifted as well and she winced. Looking down and moving her bag out of the way, she lifted her brightly colored blue shirt slightly, revealing the fading bruise on her hip. Dropping her shirt, she slid her hands into the pockets of her very torn jeans. Out of restlessness she started to tap her foot, a habit she had created when she was 10. The once white shoelaces on her black converse start to bounce around, one of the aglet's causing a quiet tapping noise.

Robert simply sighed and nodded upon seeing the bruise. He did find it weird, though, that the cuts on his chest and the gouges in his leg had healed before the bruise on her hip. Under normal circumstances, a bruise would heal much quicker than a cut. Then again, this wasn't a 'normal' circumstance anyways. It's not every day you get attacked by werewolves in a forest. He shrugged it off, then noticed her foot tapping.
"Need to take a walk or something? We could go grab a coffee if you'd like. You might need it." he said the last part with a chuckle. "I'll buy."

Katniss looked up quickly, her mind having wandered off. A light blush made it's way across her features as she spoke softly, "S-sure." Looking down, she forced her foot to stop tapping and shifted her posture, straightening out. Pulling her hands out of her pockets, she reached into her bag and pulled a notebook out. She scanned over the notes she had made about her classes and then looked at the small watch on her wrist. She realized she only had one class left during the day time, one during the evening. Sliding the notebook back into her bag, she straightened out again and slid her hands back into her pockets.

Summer fiddled with her long, black locks, slightly troubled. Whenever the people from that night were around, the reminder of what she was now would nag her until she wanted to scream and bite her nails. She looked up when she heard Robert say 'coffee', and quickly nodded.
"Mind if I go with you guys? I think I just need to get away from all this..." She said, her sentence volume slowly decreasing until she became silent. She didn't know what to say. She looked at both of them quickly, trying not to show anything from her large, sparkling, grey and silver eyes.

He was bit taken back at how the group formed so quickly. The bell had just rung, and already they were all there. He shook his head, "What's gotten into you?" he asked himself. The words no louder than an exhaled breath. Pools of green would gaze longingly at the floor. He began to ponder, not a good thing in his condition, about the days prior to the attack. While he tried to tell himself it would be OK, and that he wasn't turning into a monster, deep down he knew the truth of it.

With a heartfelt sigh, he turned his gaze back up to the small group. "Hope yall' enjoy the coffee." He forced a smile as he spoke. " I think I'm going to go lay down for awhile. My head is killing me." He didn't really have a headache. To be honest he felt great. " I will see you all later tonight." He sounded a bit more cheery as he bid everyone farewell. Adjusting his back pack, he turned and made to exit the school. Fresh air would do him good, and so would some much needed nicotine.

It was a beautiful day out, the shone through a scarcely clouded sky, it was warm, but a constant breeze kept it from becoming overly hot. He closed his eyes and stared at the sun for a moment. It felt good to be out in the sun again. Eyes still closed he reached to find his pocket, and removed his smokes and lighter. Pulling a single Camel menthol from the pack, he placed it between his lips, put the fire to it, and inhaled. Exhaling slowly, he let the soft gray smoke fume around for just a moment before blowing it away. Without thinking he shoved the items back into his pocket, and began to walk. At the time he had no idea where he was going but soon noticed he was on the path to the woods. " Guess i've gotta go back at some point.... Maybe it will help get past it.." He shrugged and continued on.

Robert smiled at Katniss as she responded, and he noticed the slight blush, finding it rather cute. He turned to Summer as she asked to join, and he nodded.
"Of course." he said cheerfully. He was in a chipper mood, despite the recent attack. He had always been a fan of werewolf movies, and now it was like he was in one. In was fun. At least, for now. But it had only been a few days since then. He shrugged it off, checked his back pocket for his wallet, then followed the chain from it back to his front pocket as he turned towards the doors.
"Shall we?" he said as he was already practically halfway out the door. He held the door open for the two girls with his foot and waited for them to get outside, then walked up between them. He shifted his backpack again, but held the strap this time to keep it from swinging out and hitting one of the girls. He seemed to be very chivalrous, a commodity among men. He always strived to be that way. He would help whoever he could, whenever he could, and he would hold doors open for complete strangers without expecting thanks. Unfortunately, even when he strived to be chivalrous and helpfully, he had bad days, too. He was just glad today wasn't one of them.
"What time is it?" he thought to himself out loud before slipping his phone out of his pocket. He flipped it open to check the time, then nodded. He let out a sigh, then looked at both girls before speaking again.
"So how has your day gone, Summer? Katniss?" he said as he smiled a charming smile. He looked back over his shoulder, seeing Zach heading for the forest, frowning slightly. He shrugged that, like everything else, off and looked back forward.

Freeman re-adjusted himself on the grass and his eye lids got heavy. He laid there, totally peaceful. No people asking him questions, no dangerous wolves clawing at his face, just him and the clouds. His eyes lids got even heavier, sleep about to settle in. Then he heard a soft thump, he didn't bat an eye. "You know its not polite to stare. The clouds might get mad, or maybe the grass might get jealous that your not looking at it instead." He jumped a little, he didn't even hear her coming. He turned his head toward her.

"Oh, hey Ally," he said, not looking her directly. He rolled back over, "I don't think the grass would be jealous even if it could, im not much to be jealous of." He turned his head back over, facing her, and changed the topic before she could agree. "What's that meeting tonight about? I wasn't gonna go..."

Katniss followed Robert to the door, stepping out as he held it open. She heard him ask how her day had gone and with a sigh, she mentally recalled the so-far goings of the day. Waking up. Going to her first class. Getting out of her first class. Going to her second class. Getting out of her second class. Eating a snack at the cafe. Going to her third class. Falling asleep in her third class. Waking up as the bell rang and copying the notes down. Bumping into Robert. Now on her way to the cafe with Robert. So far, the most exciting parts of her day involved Robert. She thought hard about what she was going to say before speaking softly, "Not the most amazing day."

Robert laughed softly as he watched Katniss contemplating. He gave a smile when she finally responded, nodding in agreement.
"What? Being with me ain't amazing?" he said with a charming yet silly smile on his lips, laughing softly. "No, but I hear ya'. It's been a slow day for me today, too. Nothing fun's happened yet today." he finished with a sigh, crossing his arms as they got to the cafe, pushing the door open and once again holding it open for the girls. He pulled out his wallet and pulled out his debit card. "So, what do you girls want?"

His comments about not being much to be jealous about made her giggle a bit. True, freeman wasn't someone that she would consider going out with before that night, but from getting to know him better, he was an interesting and nice person. She still wouldn't want to date him, but that was because of them being friends now, not because of his looks. She was about to say something to the effect of, well maybe you don't know how the grass thinks. But he changed the subject to tonights meeting.

Ally shook her head, and sighed. Her and Alex had been pretty tight before this whole werewolf attack thing happened, and now he was kind of distant. All she could think of was, "Maybe to discus what we should do on the full moons. They are suppose to trigger transformations and such. It wouldn't surprise me if thats what he wanted to talk about. I'm not totally sure though." She laid on her back and studied the clouds for meaning behind everything that had happened to her friends and her. She sighed again and enjoyed Freeman's company.

He sat alone on the leaf covered floor of the forest for what seemed like an eternity. He was leaning against the base of a large oak tree, his knees pulled to his chest, and had his arms wrapped around them. He thought, for a long time, of what he would do, what he would become. While he knew he was in this with others, he had never felt so alone. Then, sitting in the scarcely lit forest, came to him. This was no curse, it was a gift. A gift bestowed to him and the others for a reason. He would embrace it, find a way to control it, and it use it for his own gain.

His grimace was replaced with a knowing smile. He stood, brushed himself off, and made his way back to his dorm room. He threw his back pack on his bead. Stripped off his boots, and next his jeans. The jeans would be replaced by a pair of loose fitting sweat pants, black in color, then he pulled on his Reebok running shoes and tied them tightly. The form fitting white tee was simply left on. Grabbing his Ipod touch, he made his back out of the dorms.

Once outside he shoved the ear buds in, pressed random, and the sound of Framing Hanley-Hear me now filled his ears. Perfect song he thought. The volume was nearly off, but it sounded to him that he had it maxed. His hearing was so much improved now. He smiled as he began to stretch. " We don't....face the blame... " Was whispered to himself, quoting the song as he listened. He straightened, raised both hand over his head, and arched his back. " May as well get on with it." He looked at his watch, " I have a couple hours." With that, he shoved the mp3 player into the pocket of his sweats and took off. It felt good to stretch his muscles, to forget all else, and concentrate on the pounding of his heart.

Before he realized what he was doing he was in a dead sprint. He worked to push himself harder, to force his muscles past what they could handle. He knew he couldn't move like this before, but it wasn't even a struggle to move as he now was. He had never felt himself move so fast, and with such ease. His mind finally caught up with him, "Slow down!" He told himself, knowing that others may see him, and know that his speed was not normal. He wasn't even sweating... A devilish grin played over the corners of his lips.

Cutting to the left would send him off the path, and through the forest. He knew there would be few, if any, people out here at this time of day. Once again he pushed himself, this time giving everything he had to give. Trees seemed a blur as he sped past them. His grin widened as he knew he was moving with a speed unmatched by anyone, save for maybe the others that had also been given the gift. Moments later he stopped, took a deep breath ad glanced around. He was miles from the school, and it had been no more than 20 minutes that he was gone. He turned, and started back his speed, matching, if not exceeding, that of which he used to get here. He knew though, that once he reached the path he would have to slow down again.

He was, for the first time since that night, content with what he was. " Such a gift..." He could only smile more as he headed back.

The giggle came as a suprise, he wasn't to sure what it meant. A transformation? that doesn't sound pleasant, he could barley pull off being human, much less a...wat ever he was gonna be. It wasn't till when she got comfortable did he take full notice of her. But as soon as he did he smelled something, an amazing smell. Was it her? He wasn't sure, it didn't smell like a perfume. He tilted his head turned her and smelled again, then brought it back quickly. Even though he wasn't to sure what people considered normal, he was pretty sure smelling others wasn't.

'I wonder where Zack is?' Freeman thought to himself, he wipped out his phone and shot him a text "Hey man where are you?"

He looked back over to her ad noticed the her slight indent in her brow, and her eyes that looked like they were trying to find something among the clouds. Freeman had taken 4 years of psychology, but even if he hadn't, it was pretty avious she was thinking about something, something that was worrying her. "Whats wrong?"

"Oh nothing is worrying me, it's just I can't help but wonder why. Why the eight of us, and if not us if it would have happened other people? I'ts just crazy to think that our life has somehow become something of a fairytale. Thats all. By the way, who did you text?"

Alison Reighn had noticed him looking at her, his movement caught her attention. Yet she tried not to show she saw it. She adjusted her bag, and then her body, until she was a bit more comfortable, and resumed her cloud-watch.

"Oh," he glanced as his phone as if he needed too, "Zack."

He shifted uncomfortably, and stared back up at the clouds. He enjoyed the silence, it always made him feel good. He wondered what she was thinking about. 'Oh well' he thought.

(sorry for the length)

His pace had slowed to a jog. After the strenuous workout he had put himself through sweat trickled from his face and throughout his body. He liked to sweat, it made him feel that he did something. The mp3 player had switched itself off, with all the hassle of the past few days he had forgot to charge it. From the side pocket of his sweat pants his phone sounded off, signaling an incoming text message. He pulled out his phone, and flipped it open. " Just got done running. Where are you? Need to talk to ya." He typed in reply. Then he closed his phone and tucked it back in his pocket.