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| Shifter; A story I was writing for Deviant Art... | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 20 2009, 09:06 PM (242 Views) | |
| wyvern95 | Jun 20 2009, 09:06 PM Post #1 |
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So, yeah a little note before we start, This entire story is FICTION. None of it is true, and feed back is encouraged. Here we go. ___________________________________________________________________ Chapter 1 "Where is she?" "I have no idea, keep searching! We can't afford to lose her or any of the others!" As I run through the forest, I hear their footsteps beginning to fade. Though I had been running for hours, I wasn’t tired. A few more minutes, and they’d have to go back to get the dogs. I smirk as I dodge the trees ahead of me. The dogs would be useless trying to find me. I finally stop running and fall to my knees by a snow-covered tree, breathing heavily. The adrenaline has worn off, though my powers haven’t yet. Their footsteps are gone and all I hear is the wind high in the trees. Though it is winter, the woods are still thick, good luck for me. Again I smirk, revealing my pointed teeth. You see, I don’t exist, at least according to the government. I’m their “skeleton in the closet”, the little secret no one wants anyone else to know. Somehow, no one’s managed to leak any rumors about me. I wasn’t allowed to leave the sector where they kept me, and only a few people who saw me were given the chance to keep the memory upon leaving the base where I was. They would move me from base to base and would pick bases a good mile or two away from the cities. They thought I couldn’t run that far, even if I did escape. To them, further away was better. The reason they want to keep me so far away and such a big secret is because I’m so different. I can shift into anything I want anytime I please. A shape shifter, if you will, but with a major difference. When I change, not only do I take the form of what I shift into, but I also have heightened traits. Better stamina, heightened senses, increased strength, etcetera. This is what they did to me. But I am not done; actually, I’m far from it. Before they brought me to the base where they changed me, I could already do something else. I could control the air. I could summon a cool breeze for a warm day or I could stop a bone chilling wind in winter. But I often couldn’t control this power the wind had given me. If I was bored, the wind would turn to doldrums. Excited, and a breeze would spring up from nowhere. No one from my old town knew it was me, and I didn’t tell anyone. But somehow, those two men from the government could tell it was me, and that’s when they asked me to come with them to their base, just for a day or two. I was twelve years old and knew how to defend myself. I told them I’d have to ask my mother (my father had left when I was three. Some silly fight about my behavior) and they offered to drive me home. I accepted the offer, knowing if I got in trouble, there’d still be plenty of air to make a hole or shatter the glass of a window. I told them where I lived, and they took me home. My mother refused to let me go to the men’s base, claiming that as long as she lived, no one would be taking her little girl. The next day, when we were going shopping, my mother and I got in a car wreck. A drunk driver had somehow gotten his hands on a big rig and crossed into the oncoming lane. We collided head on. My mother and the drunk were killed instantly. I survived because the wind had cradled me. The two men from the day before some how reached me before anyone else, taking a few minutes to get me out. When the policemen arrived, they found a big rig, a mid sized SUV, and two dead bodies. But the headlines the next day were “Fatal crash kills three”. The article said I had died, even though I was now on the way to the men’s base. Upon arriving, they changed my name. No longer was I Michele Swann. Now I was Jessebelle Silver, the project. They took me to a white room with nothing in it but a row of white lockers. They told me to open the rightmost locker and change into the clothes I found. Then they left. After gathering the clothes from the locker, I sent a small wind throughout the room, searching for any gaps or seams in the wall. I found a concealed window in one wall. I turned around so my back was to it (well hey, I don’t want them watching me undress) and changed into the new clothes. They consisted of a white T-shirt with a spiraling design in silver on the front, a pair of white Khakis, white lace ups, a set of underwear, and two dog tag necklaces with some information etched on them in words and in Braille. They fit well. After I finished, I turned around to face their concealed window and held my arms out. I shouted “What now?” About a second later, I heard the door and window seal. It was air tight, as no air was coming in or going out. Two compartments opened in the floor and I realized with horror that I had forgotten to check there. I heard the hiss of gas rushing into the room. I bolted up to where the window was and pounded on it, screaming. My head felt lighter and the room began to spin around. Then I fainted. When I came to, I was in another room. This one had blue walls and a virtual screen that could act as a mirror or give a live feed of one of three places. Two I knew, London and the Caribbean, but a third may as well have just been somewhere that was made up. It was a view of a snowy plain that stretched for miles. It was strangely beautiful and serene. The screen would switch scenes on a timer. Eventually I’d figure out how to override it so that it only showed the plain. There were three buttons set into the wall under the screen. There was a bed with a silvery fabric curtain around the edges that I could pull together into an apparently seamless sheet. A chart was hanging at the end of the bed. There was an empty bookcase along one wall. It had spiraling designs that were carved into it and then painted a silvery blue color. I had awoken on the bed, in the same clothes that I had been in before. It felt like I was chained to the bed, unable to move. There must have been some other chemical in the gas other than what knocked me out. The door opened and a woman came in. She checked the chart and then looked at me. “Do you know what has been done to you?” “No.” “Can you get up?” “No.” She nodded once. “Your training begins in an hour. You should be able to get up in about fifteen minutes. I highly recommend stretching as you wait. When it is time for your lesson, walk straight down the hall. It will be the door at the end.” I said nothing. I wasn’t going to tell her anything she didn’t outright request from me. “Do you understand?” “Yes.” Then she turned and left, the door sliding shut and locking behind her. I lay on the bed, waiting for the immobility to wear off. After about ten minutes (they must’ve underestimated how much gas I inhaled) I could move once more. I decided to put my hair up, so I went over to the mirror/screen. After I few moments of pressing buttons, I figured out the controls. The side buttons switched what place the scene showed and the center button switched from screen to mirror and back again. I switched it to mirror and froze. While I was under, they must have somehow changed my appearance. Instead of my frizzy blond hair and sunken blue eyes, I was met with slightly curly black hair that reached my waist and moss green eyes. There seemed to be small silver flecks in them, glittering faintly in the light. My skin wasn’t a pasty white anymore. I now had a slight tan. The scar that had been on my leg was gone too. I recovered from the shock of seeing my new face and pulled my hair up into a neat ponytail. Now for the door. I wasn’t going to wait for them to come and unlock it. Luckily for me, I had been practicing my wind lock picking skills before I had been taken there. It’s simple really, all I do is use the air trapped in the lock chamber to align the tumblers. This door locked with a keypad. If the right combination was typed in, the tumblers clicked into place. Simple concept means simple to crack. I sent some more air into the lock chamber through the thin seam where the keypad was set into the wall (hey, more air, more control). As I flicked the tumblers into place, I heard the keypad short circuit. I smiled. Now they couldn’t lock me in any more. I shoved the door open and stepped into the hallway. The hallway was white (what was it about that color in that place?) and had rooms on both sides. All of those rooms had closed doors. Based on my room, I assumed they were locked. There was another doorway at the end of the hallway and it was twice as large as the other doors. It was open. As I walked toward it, I started counting the other rooms. There were a total of six, not counting my room. I passed through into the open room. The door slid shut behind me. I wasn’t surprised; I thought that they’d rig the door to a motion sensor so it’d close when I started the “training” thing. The room was white and bare of furnishings, with exception of one wall being made of mirrors. I bet they were one-way mirrors and behind them were more people watching me. A voice came over a concealed loud speaker. “Do you know what you are?” I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest. “I wish. And didn’t you ask me that before?” There was a pause before the voice came back. “You are a shifter. Does this mean anything to you?” “Nope.” Another pause. I wondered if this was just a recording that waited for vocal confirmation to play. “You can take on different forms. This form you are in now is your default form. If your power tires or wears down, you will be forced back into this form.” “Wait, wait, wait. Hold up.” I massaged my forehead with my hand. “So I’m a shape shifter? Did you do this? Any specific reason to as I was picked?” A door slid open on the opposite wall and a balding, middle-aged man strode into the room. “Precisely, my dear Jessebelle. Or would you prefer me to call you Michele?” ___________________________________________________________________ ... And there's chapter 1. Yes, it's long, a link to the original story is here --> Shifter - Chapter 1 |
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| nature4all | Jun 21 2009, 07:35 PM Post #2 |
 
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| wyvern95 | Aug 15 2009, 05:25 PM Post #3 |
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I've had this written for a while, and I thought I should post it. Just 'cause I can. ____________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 2 My eyes narrowed. “Who the heck are you?” I spat accusingly. He dismissed the question with a wave of his hand. “Unimportant right now. Perhaps later I will tell you. But yes, we did do this to you.” A look of pride had entered his gaze. “You are the very first shifter of your kind. You can become virtually anything you please, just so long as you obey the basic laws of physics. For example, if you wished to fly, you’d have to ensure that what you shifted into had wings sufficient enough to lift you. You can change your mass, as you can shift the energy and the particles in the surrounding air with you. However, when unconscious, your DNA shall revert into this form you possess now. A failsafe so that you don’t end up stuck as say, a fox, and awaken with only fox instincts to guide you.” I looked him up and down. “Uh huh .” “As for the reason why you were chosen, it has to do with your, er, ability. You know, the thing you do with the wind. Your DNA was already susceptible to mutation. Really it was already mutated, which is why you can… control the wind.” I responded by making a slight breeze lift my hair slightly. “So. Can I shift and use my power at the same time? And am I gonna learn how to ‘shift’?” The man was quiet, thinking. “I… I believe that you can use both at the same time. And yes, you are going to learn how to Shift. That is your training for today.” He backed up a few steps so as to give me more room. “Just a warning, this may hurt the first time, as your DNA and body aren’t used to changing.” He shifted his weight. “Are you ready?” I fanned the winds out around me, making my hair rise again. I shut my eyes. “Yes. Tell me what to do.” He nodded. “Good. All right, let’s start with…” “A timber wolf.” He raised his eyebrows. “Really? That’s quite ambitious. Don’t be surprised if you only half shift. “So. Visualize the wolf that you will shift into. Now imagine that you yourself are the wolf, as if you-” “Shh.” “But you need to listen to this to Shift-” “Shut up! I know what I’m doing!” My hands were balled into fists, my nails cutting into my skin. I relaxed and uncurled them. Taking several deep breaths, I visualized a black wolf in my mind. I imagined shifting into the wolf; it’s hard to explain. I could feel my bones actually changing shape, melding and stretching. I could feel coarse fur cover my skin. I opened my eyes to see my reflection in the mirror slowly shifting into a wolf. Oh god, it hurt. But I’d been through worse. Then the pain intensified as my bones began solidifying in their new positions. I let out an anguished moan, and the pain stopped. Turning and looking at myself in the mirror I groaned, but it came out as a low howl. Imagine a storybook werewolf and you’d pretty much have me. I was a wolf, but standing on my hind legs and with a slight humanoid build. Somehow, my clothes had shifted with me. At least they weren’t torn in pieces on the floor. Damn I wanted to say, but I knew it’d just end up a howl like before. I turned back to the man, hoping that he’d tell me how to either turn back into a human or finish turning into a wolf. But he just stood there. I howled again, lower this time. He held out his hands. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait.” I snarled at him. Wait? For what? He shrugged, as if guessing what I was thinking. “I know you’re not happy, but that’s what happens when you half shift and don’t try to stay that way or shift back.” I didn’t see the point of being half shifted then, but I now realize that it’s a great way to get the benefits of the animal and still walk on two legs. After a few minutes of pacing back and forth, I started to ache again. Shutting my eyes, I felt the sensation of shifting. It didn’t hurt this time for some reason. It just felt as if I was liquid, then solid again. It also went faster than last time. Opening my eyes, I saw that I was human again, and thank god, my clothes were back. I was afraid that they would just vanish. That would’ve been very bad to put it mildly. I stood up (I sat down somewhere in the shifting process) and turned to the man. “Did you know that was going to happen?” He ignored the question and sighed. “That didn’t go like I’d hoped it would”, he mumbled. I folded my arms, frustrated at how he kept ignoring my questions. “You didn’t answer me. Did you know that was going to happen? And I will keep asking until you answer me.” Once more the man sighed. “I thought it might, but I wasn’t sure. Do you want to try shifting once more?” I rolled my eyes. Something told me that he wasn’t going to be happy unless I did what he said. “Fine.” I repeated the process I had used earlier, only without the pain. This time through, it didn’t stop at a half shift. By the time it was said and done, I was a timber wolf with pitch-black fur. The man looked at me and nodded. “Good. And your speed is increasing too. Try to sustain this form.” I must admit, I wanted to bite him. Hard. It turned out that sustaining my shifted form was really easy. I think I held it for ten minutes before I got bored. Needless to say, I shifted back just so I could do something. It felt instantaneous, but I could tell that it probably took about five seconds or so. He frowned at my behavior, whether it was because he was disappointed that I couldn’t stay shifted or because he knew I purposefully changed back, I didn’t know. “Can I do something else now? Like, shift between animals or something?” The man shook his head and waved me towards the door. “No, no, that’ll do for now. You may return to your room.” I shrugged and walked out the door. I paused as the door slid shut behind me and clicked locked. I wasn’t going to go back to my room, not yet. He had said something about “the first shifter of my kind”, which meant there might be more that they would change after me. I thought I’d find my answer in one of the other rooms along the hall. Passing the elevator (I don’t know how I missed that before, It was right there next to the training room), I started with the first door on my right. I used the same lock picking method that I’d used with my own room, but gentler so that I wouldn’t break the lock on this door. No, I’d only end up resetting the combination. So after a few minutes of fiddling with the tumblers, I heard the lock flick open. I went in after a quick check to make sure there was no one coming in the elevator. This room was similar to mine, but it had blue walls and a circular bed. There was a small view screen in the corner, turned off. A small chest of drawers was against one wall. It didn’t look like anyone actually used this room. Not yet anyway. I turned and went into the hallway, my curiosity satisfied for now. Going into my room, I saw that I’d acquired some new furniture. I now had a set of drawers and a small writing desk, as well as a few new books on the bookshelf. Oh, and a TV with one of those Nintendo Wiis, which was weird, because I hadn’t thought that they would be released until November of that year, and even then, everyone was going nuts over them. Still confused, I went over and turned it on. There, near the bottom of the menu, was the day’s date, July 16, 2006. How ironic. My thirteenth birthday was the day I shifted for the first time. I’d imagined my life changing, but not like this. I had been made into, well, a freak of nature. I spent the rest of the day lying on the bed staring at the ceiling. A few weeks went by like this. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to training, eat lunch, more training, dinner, and lie on bed until I fell asleep. Every week they gave me a day “off”, where I only had to go to training in the morning. They brought the food to my room, breakfast would be there when I woke up and lunch and dinner would appear when I returned from training. Never once did I see the person who brought it. But one day, when I had been there for nearly three weeks, they told me not to come to my second training session, just to stay in my room for the rest of the day. Me, being me, I just had to see why. Opening my door just wide enough for me to see into the hallway, I noticed someone coming in the elevator. I held totally still, my breathing silent. The doors slid open and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Inside there was a group of people I’d never seen before surrounding a stretcher. And on the stretcher was a person. A boy. The second shifter. ____________________________________________________________________________________ And again, the link to the original. ---> Shifter - Chapter 2 |
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| Kari | Aug 18 2009, 01:40 PM Post #4 |
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This is amazing, wyvern! This is really original and amazing! I'm guessing the man's her father or something. AAnyway, she does sound awfully mature for twelve years of age. Well, thirteen. I love it. Keep up the good work! |
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| wyvern95 | Aug 18 2009, 01:46 PM Post #5 |
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It's a good guess, but that's not quite who the man is... |
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