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     “No…You’re not him.”

Even as the denial left his lips, Roman could recognize the signs plain as day. He had seen Peter transform once before, leaving behind the remnants of his human body. But he hadn’t been sick then, he hadn’t even given Roman a second glance, let alone attacked him. How could he be the vargulf?

     “This has to be…some sort of joke.”

Panic welled up in his chest, sending his mind reeling in confusion. He was trying to come up with any sort of rational explanation, but everything around him defied logic. It was a waking nightmare that he was trapped in with no escape in sight. It was only when the other spoke up that Roman even remembered why he had come down here. A finger pointed towards the figure, trembling (half anger half fear).

     “You. What did you do? What the fuck        kind of sick game are you playing?”

His anger was a front, but it was the only thing he had. At the end of the day, he was just a kid with a cell phone (32% battery, piece of shit). There was always his ‘gift’, but he had the terrible feeling that it wasn’t going to work on this…thing. There was something unnatural going on, and it only took a glance downwards to confirm. Roman saw the red rising around his calves, smelled the thick scent of it. It wasn’t the blood that scared him, it was the overwhelming thirst it seemed to awaken in him. He had always felt that craving, but it was so strong now that it made him sick.

     “Stop it, make it STOP!”

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The sewer was already a less than desirable place to be, dark and stinking, and teeming with rats. He hated how the vermin scampered to and fro past him, and these ones seemed to watch him pass. Stopping to stare with beady black eyes that seemed far too intelligent for such simple creatures. He tried to ignore them, looking straight ahead to the where the bright flashlight beam fell (battery was down to 40% already, wasn’t that some bullshit?).

He was so caught up in finding Peter, expecting to see him around every turn, that the sight of the woman simply confused him. He almost didn’t recognize her, though his heart dropped as he took in her distorted proportions. Beside her stood what had to be Shelly, yet even she was rendered unrecognizable.

“Shelly? Mother?” This had to be some sick joke, some sort of bullshit she had conjured up to punish him for god knew what. “What the fuck is going on, why—” He was interrupted by his sister’s screams and his mother’s attempts at speech. For all the tension between he and Olivia, to see her like this was sad. And Shelly…”What happened, what do you mean?”

And then he heard it. The low growl, and a wild wolf to match. This had to be it, the vargulf they had been searching for. But why here, and what did his family have to do with it? They aren’t dead, they aren’t…

     “W-what the hell did you do?”

He hated the way his voice sounded, so small and scared, like a child’s. His wide eyes only left the wolf for a moment, to appraise the still and silent figures of his family once more. 

     “Peter…where’s Peter?”

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