Fuck…
Fuck!
"Are you okay?" The blonde girl says, her eyes narrowed.
With my breath caught in my throat, I dash and bust through the doors of the restaurant. My feet take me across the street. Cars stop abruptly and blare loud noises, but I don't stop.
I just want to go home, where I can feel whatever the fuck I want. Do whatever I want. Scream whatever I want.
Somewhere where speaking the truth won't get me killed.
Dreamscreechers are wicked vile creatures!
She needs a real cleansing. Better get it done before they force you in a psych ward…
After those cruel words finish branding themselves into my brain, my focus goes to one thing.
Turning into a dreamscreecher.
I shriek, trying to snap the thought from my mind but I can't move past it.
Turn!
No! I can't! I'm in public!
But my brain refuses to listen. Almost like my thoughts are being controlled. I look down to my hands and purple fur starts to prickle through. My nails turn dark and long.
I'm going to turn! I can't stop it!
Why am I not in control? Why the fuck am I turning?
I notice the buildings have moved back behind a huge lawn down this street. A building up ahead is surrounded by bushes. I dive into them, hoping that I can hide my form before it gets me killed.
Just as I dive in, I'm forced on all fours as my ears tickle and enlarge. The itch of my body fades away. Horns get caught on the branches as I plunge into the hedge.
I crash and yelp, finding myself stuck between breaking bush limbs. I adjust and dig my claws into the thickest of them to balance myself. It's hard to stay steady even with my efforts. The bush can't hold my weight for long
Did Godusa do this to me? Did she control me to think of shifting so this would happen? As if I wasn't already mourning my friends! She's just having me die now?
I guess this was inevitable. Vasilisa always said Godusa wanted me dead. Now she's just taking that chance.
It's not too long before the weight of my body forces me to tip over. With a shriek, I clash on the other side of the hedge. I glance around only to immediately meet those familiar grayish blue rings.
Amias…
I screech and run away. No. Not this fool. He'll kill me! For real this time!
“Wait!”
Despite knowing I could die, I pause and look over my shoulder. Wait? Why would he want me to wait? Should I evenwait? Is this a ploy to kill me? Or do I get killed either way? He's going to kill me! I know it!
But the voice… it sounded more like a genuine plea than a cold demand.
He bends his knees. I flinch back at the movement but stay put. His eyes grow like a begging puppy, and I'm suddenly mesmerized by them. What is he doing? Isn't he supposed to be afraid, especially with all that brainwashing? He's just like everyone else, believing dreamscreechers are nothing but worthless monsters.
He keeps eye contact with me. “I'm not gonna hurt y-you…” he whispers. His voice is a bit shaky, just as his hands are, but he still seems to be keeping it together enough. “Just as long as you d-don't hurt me…”
I squint. This doesn't seem right. He had already said he ultimately sided with everyone else. Why wouldn't he hurt me?
