I found this somewhere but the one i have is incomeplete

here it is i dont know who wrote it but its pretty good i like it but its incomplete if you can find this for me id greatly apreciate it and post the link as a response


Preteen Werewolf

Pre-Teen Werewolf-Chapter 1: Wolfsbane


The children walked from the school with heavy hearts and bags filled to burst with books, homework and old school letters that they have not bothered to throw away. With the simple and only hope that they would be spared the irritating feeling of knowing that they should be doing something , dashed, every child was miserable and weary. And the typical weather didn't help either. The black clouds appeared so suddenly, it was as if they were summoned just from the misery that fills the minds of the people below, although some weren't as worried because they planned on starting right away. Whilst the others were left to kick cans and watch TV, killing the time that could be spent doing something far more constructive. The crowd of sad faces promptly dispersed to do whatever it was they did on a Friday afternoon. But little groups remained, twittering and gossiping about subjects that will be just as quickly forgotten the next day.
But Jacob Winters however trudged home all on his lonesomeness. Avoided by all pupils at Longdean School, due to his many unpleasant features. Including his hostility and the fact he thinks that he isn't at the point where he needs to shower constantly. Which leaves his fair hair a matted tangle, making it hard to spot whether he has specks of dirt in or not. Although people usually assume there is. And his definitely wasn't the most visually pleasing face in the school. There were a few scars on his face where he had picked scabs beyond the point they could heal. And one of his blue-green eyes had a large Orange patch. He also had a line that ran from his fat, top lip to the tip of his nose, which could have been a permanent bruise. But his parents simply said it was called a 'melanoma', whatever that was. He always kept his head low, not for the mocking and jeers, but he simply thought it wasn't worth the effort. His hands always in his pockets. And kept his hood up. He has been so used to being on his own, that when someone tried to speak to him, he'd take it as an insult. But he wasn't an idiot, in fact he had received a letter recently saying he was 'gifted and talented'. But it was hardly something special if half the class had received this title too.
But an outcast he may be, he shared the same sense of dread as any other when he received his assignment. The project was simple enough, all they had to do was write about a plant that they have been given. But this included a specimen of the plant to include in the report, with annotations. But his plant will be slightly more difficult to find than others. He had to find a 'Wolfsbane' to stick into his book. But pressing the flower would seem more difficult than actually finding it. He loved the outdoors and the solitude that comes with it. It makes him feel that there is more to life than being boxed in with people who he found no relation to whatsoever. But even still it would be hard to enjoy some real outdoors when he lived smack bang in the middle of the stuffy urban corner of Hemel Hempstead. Where the only open area would be the field that is about half an hours' walk from home. Luckily his journey from school went right through this field which helps to lift his spirits at the beginning, and end of the day. But right now it was a muddy mess which could hardly make any person feel relaxed. All expect Jacob. But it still would be hard to find anything in this mess. So instead of trying to sift through soggy plants, he decided to return when the rain had let up a little. And besides, he didn't even know what the plant looked like.
So along he went, dragging his feet through the bog. When he arrived at his doorstep about half an hour later. He saw that the clouds were not here to stay. The wind had dismissed the storm to another unfortunate town. He didn't even bother wiping his feet when he was inside. He just flicked off his shoes and dumped his bag in the hallway. He didn't announce his presence because no one was here to reply, except the TV, laptop and the stack of dirty dishes. His mum came back at some time around eight, because of the outrageous hours she worked. But she has applied for a new job, and he was happy for her, she was getting way too stressed.
Fearing that the wind will bring the rain back he logged onto the laptop ASAP. when the hard drive had finished loading the start-up scripts, he clicked on the Mozilla Firefox shortcut, and waited once more for the rock-bottom of the line computer to process the information. Jacob had a funny thought that the the hard drive was like the kids at school. Slow, and irritating. When the torrent of pop-ups were closed, he typed in the name of his plant into the search engine and waited another long wait. He clicked on a link which showed a few pictures of Wolfsbane, which looked like a droopy bluebell, and some info on what it is used for. But when he clicked another link his heart sank. The plant was only found in parts of America. And unless he had plane tickets then this project was as good as sunk. But a snippet of information caught his eye: 'But there has been many other sightings across the world.'. With renewed hope, he clicked the image which was connected to the location the Wolfs-bane was spotted. The page that the link led to was of a newspaper story, with the headline reading 'Highway pile-up'. Jacob scrolled down until he found a picture of the man from the previous site. But what had confused him was why that link had lead him here? Maybe so that they would acknowledge his death, even though it would not be something that would change lives or anything. Jacob was getting frustrated now. He was getting nowhere in his research. But even still it was worth trying the other links to see if they hold any nugget of useful information. Another article, 'Shoot-out at bank'. And the persons' name was found among the list of the dead. Coincidence? He visited every link and each one had some mention of the persons' death. This was slightly unsettling but nonetheless, Jacob continued his search. But this time he typed 'Wolfsbane death'. But he was not surprised that the results were unrelated to his search. He decided to give up. Screw this.
The sun had come out now, and was blistering hot. The ground was beginning to dry out. Although this was not enough to cleanse his frustration at his fruitless search, he decided to just walk it off, seeming as there would probably be no weather like this in a long while. But the ground was still soggy so he thought it be best if he put on his wellies. A long struggle with his boots later and he was ready to leave. But as he opened the door he was pelted by dirt and gravel.He lifted and arm to guard his eyes but by then the pelters had ceased fire. Leaving the peltee to spit out the grit and dirt. The boys pointed and chortled at Jacob. The group consisted of only a few boys. A stocky blond with a round head and black rims around his eyes. The other boy was much shorter with spiked black hair and brown skin. The other boy was also Pakistani with the same hairstyle and blue glasses. This was only a minor ribbing to the poor child and this is what they say to adults when he reports this. Jacob thought that most adults and teachers were hypocrites. They preach that bullying is wrong and they do their best to stop it. But in truth it was near the bottom of their agenda, and when they are dealing with bullies they are never punished. Well, not severely. If they really wanted to make 'a better learning environment' then they had better start doing some real punishment. Jacob pushed through the boys, keeping his head low and saying, nor doing, nothing. He knew that response just gives them more of a chance to be pricks than before. The blond punched his in the arm as he passed.
"Where'r you goin' Jacob No-Mate?" The two Pakis laughed at this comment, not because it was funny, it was just what they did when one of them says or does anything. Which Jacob thought this made them look like they have no free will. He clenched his fist hard and chewed his bottom lip to stop tears flowing. He increased his pace and the boys followed, throwing more pebbles at his head.
"Why you got no friends No-Mate? Is it because you never shower or cos' of your fishy lip?" Jacob could not stop the tears but he continued to fast-walk to the only place he could find solitude and drown the sadness.
"'Bet your mum doesn't even wanna see your face." The blond continued.
"At least I have one." Jacob regretted those words from the moment they left his lips. He could almost feel his hate burning my back, or it could just be the sun.
"Say that to my face then." Jacob knew what was about to come next
The stocky blond was upon him before he could even whimper. Pounding his head into the gravel. Punching and kicking, not randomly, but as a professional wrestler might.
"Don't you ever, ever! say that about my family again. Or I will kill you." Jacob didn't think for a second that he was lying. The trio walked off, The two Pakis booting him for good measure. And to top it off, a great gob of phlegm to the badly bruised head.


Pre-Teen Werewolf-Chapter 2: Bad Omen


Jacob did not get up for a long time. He was not unconscious. He just didn't see the point.It was already getting dark now, and he is stiff from the hard tarmac. He heard a short tune in his blazer pocket, wondering what it was. He realised not long after that it was phone, indicating that he had a message.
"Hi hon, i'm goin' out with Richard tonight. Hope you don't mind. Luv you."
Richard was her boyfriend, they have been going out for almost a year now. Mum is happy that she finally found someone, after many failures. She went out late at regular intervals. He tries to get up but his back has other plans. But he pulls himself up regardless. When he is back on his feet he pats his pockets to see if they have taken anything. Keys, check. Phone, of course, how could he have got the text? They stole his change though, not that surprising. Even though it was dark and cold he'd rather feel sorry about himself outside rather than his stuffy little room. The full moon was shining brightly, casting pools of white light where it poked through the clouds. He did some stretches to work the stiffness from his body, when all the kinks had been worked out he started walking at a slow pace, dragging his feet behind him. He was a little chilly in just his school uniform, but at this moment in time, he couldn't care less even it was minus ten degrees. With every step he took, he felt like it would be his last and if this carried on he's very soon drop down dead. When Jacob finally made it to the field, he felt all his problems drip from his pores, even though it was freezing in the dead of night. He let his knees collapse beneath him and moments later, he was in a deep sleep.
He felt something brush up against his face. It was climbing higher with every second. Jacob half opened his eyes to see what had woken him, even in the poor light of the full moon, he could just about make out a droopy bluebell, growing at a rapid pace in a pool of light. Too weary to care about its miraculous pace of growth, he managed a half-smile. Slowly pulling his arm to the plant and plucked it from it's root. He then pulled his body up in a half-sitting, half-lying position and pocketed the Wolfsbane. He had been glad he had not decided to go home when he could, as he probably never would have come across the plant so easily if he had came back tomorrow instead.But also knowing that he could not spend all night outside, as his mum would be back soon. Jacob pulled his legs to the front and lifted his body up with his arms. His back clicked loudly and painfully, but it was most likely from the beating he received earlier. As the ground was soft and wet. He headed back home, to his meaningless and worthless life. But only managed a few steps when he heard an unsettling rustling from his right. He froze for a few seconds and managed a glance at the direction of the sound. Nothing. He relaxed, and even chuckled at himself for his weak nerves. It was probably a fox, or maybe a breeze. But then he heard a scream. Not a fearful scream, but a scream of pain. It was that of a girl. Not a woman. He could tell from the pitch. His eyes focused on a bush, easily missed with the lack of light. Jacob did not freeze this time , instead he cautiously walked over to see what was going on. More screaming. He was beginning to think he should not get involved in whatever the hell this is. A few more screams, but were closer to a whimper now and were followed by some dull crunches. The screams had died out now, and Jacobs' face was pale. He had already decided to run when he heard a throaty growl. Heard another rustle and knew that whatever was previously hidden behind the bush, was now after him. Jacob daren't look back but he didn't need to as he could already tell he close the thing was by it's pounding leaps. Not steps. He jumped a mole hill, and he spared a second to think what would happen if he had not avoided the oldest cliche in the book. The chase had barely lasted five seconds when the beast had pounced on his bruised back and pinned him into the dirt. Jacob struggled beneath the things weight but it would not allow him an inch. It's weight was crushing him and he half expected an internal organ to burst or a rib to break. But then it released it's hold on him and turned him over for him to see his killer-to-bes' face. He was not surprised by what he saw, but he was still mortified. The creature was a little taller than him, but the weight was mostly muscle. It was mainly human in shape but it's legs were two-jointed and they ended in paws, not feet. It was hunched over him with its' arms on his shoulders. It's whole body was covered in jet-black fur, which made it's unnatural yellow eyes easy to spot against the night sky. It's face held no human features whatsoever and instead of a mouth it had a short muzzle filled with razor sharp teeth, which he knew would promptly be feasting on his flesh. But nothing happened. It. SHE, was just staring at him. Her eyes looked troubled, darting from one place to another and her grip tightening then loosening. Like she was torn between mercy and slaughter. Two minds fighting over control of one, mutated body. One had just taken over. Jacob was viciously pounded into the ground, with it's claws digging into his flesh making him cry out. He was then flung across the field like he were a childs toy. He felt something snap in his leg. Mabye his ankle or shin? Either way something was broken, making escape more unlikely than before. Before he could even react to his state the she-wolf was on him once again. This time not bothering with the playful tormenting. Her teeth sunk into his unharmed (now harmed) leg. Jacob felt himself drifting away into unconciousness. But in this in-between state he managed a glimpse of the wolf thing slowly backing away. Punching and clawing herself. Then he felt himself being lifted by hairy arms. Not as muscular as he first thought. The beast was no doubt going to finish him off, but instead he felt himself being carried somewhere. Mabye to it's den, so it could make a meal of him there. Or building up to some sprinting throw. But whatever happened. He was doomed.



Author notes
Still being worked on though, i'm trying to pace myself at working on it at least every two nights. The reason I mention the main charecters' name so many times is because I'm trying to use the words 'he' 'him' 'his' less frequently.



Pre-Teen Werewolf-Chapter 3: Beasts' den

Jacob Winters wakes. He had not expected to, after being attacked by a nightmarish beast. Not many have. And he has no idea why he is one of those exceptions. But further thoughts were interrupted by a searing pain in both his legs. He looks down at them. One has been bandaged, but is stained with blood. The other is in a crude splint, made of a couple of planks of wood, and wire. But what proved last night’s ordeal had happened was not the what, but the where. He had been lying on a bed made of leaves and other materials, and a twig had been poking his back all night. His surroundings were quite unexpected though. He was in a back garden, not much bigger than a large sized bedroom, which has been left untended to, overgrown with weeds and littered with dead flowers. He tries to lift himself up but the pain is too much. Instead he let himself back down and wondered where he might be. Or why the creature decided to spare him. Unless this was her den, an abandoned old house. And he was being saved for later, but she would have no worry of him escaping. The sky was grey, a typical morning sky. Jacob was surrounded by a tall wooden fence, but was in a terrible state. The wood was home to many kinds of bacteria and fungi, which made the wood soggy and weak. And in some places it had been knocked over. Most likely from the wind. Not mischievous children. The house was not in a much better state. all the bottom floor widows had been boarded up, and those on the next have been left bare but have been smashed. But any burglar who might think that this home would hold any valuable items would be cut to shreds. As the frames holds jagged pieces of glass. The red brick walls had weeds growing up the sides and the majority of the surface was covered in moss. And the door to this shambles of a garden is hanging of its hinges. The open doorway leads into a kitchen, that much he can tell from all that is visible from his position. A stove covered in all sorts of grime from previous meals. And a fridge with the door to the freezer section torn off. The bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling is giving off a faint glow, and flickers occasionally. But he cannot hear any activity from inside, so the thing must have left it on when she left. Jacob felt freezing outside and his clothes have been ripped to shreds so that doesn't help either. He looked around to see if he could find anything he could use as a makeshift walking stick. After a short search he spotted a rusty shovel resting against the fence. It had obviously not been used for its sole purpose of gardening as the end was stained with blood. Jacob had a grim thought that it was used to bury her unfortunate victims, promptly after being devoured. But he pushed that out of his mind. He found it unlikely that the beast he had been attacked by was intelligent enough to think about disposing of the bodies. However many there might be. He used his arms to pull himself across the ground towards the bloody spade. His legs dragged behind him like lifeless bags of sand. There were a few rocks scattered across the garden, which he knocked his legs on a few times. Making him cry out.
A couple of minutes later he reached the fence with the spade resting against it. His arms were muddy and cut up slightly where he cut them on the sharper rocks. No doubt they will get infected, but that is not his main concern right now. He was still lying on the ground and he could not bring himself up to grab the handle of the spade. So instead he knocked it over from it's perched position. The handle scraped along the fence as it fell and landed on his leg with the splint. Another wave of pain made him yell much more than the rocks. And the force had knocked the splint loose, which made it even more painful to move, as the broken bones rattled around under his flesh.
Once Jacob was upright he made his way across the weed-infested garden. His main concern was that he would trip on one of them and be sent sprawling onto his injured legs. Now that he was on his feet again, he realised it was quite strange that the monster which inhabited this disgusting lot had gone out of her way to bandage his injuries, which she herself had inflicted, and create a bed for him.
It didn't take long for him to hobble over to the open doorway. But before he stepped inside he considered the racket the metal spade head would make on the bare floorboards. But he reasoned with himself that with all the screaming he had done not long ago would have alerted the she-demon. So he stepped through the doorway regardless of the threat that is posed, his makeshift walking aid making as much noise as he predicted. The kitchen, as he suspected, was as dirty and uncared for as the rest of the building. Dirty dishes stacked much higher than his at home. Cooking utensils scattered across the mouldy floorboards. Much more grime staining the cracked plastic counters than he had first thought. Jacob smelt something foul coming from the fridge. He did not have the stomach to see what it could be. He did not want to hang around this room any longer and headed to the doorway leading to the next room.
A cramped hallway. Peeling wallpaper, with pictures of flowers on them. Like that at his Grandmas' house. The floors here have been covered with a soggy red carpet. There is flight of wooden stairs running alongside the hallway, no handrail. Under the staircase there is a small alcove that holds many random pieces of junk. Like old bags, shoes and a pair of pompoms. There is no light here and the bulb from the kitchen isn't strong enough to fill this space as well. Doorways line the walls of the hallway, all of them without actual doors. Except for the one at the end. Which Jacob assumed was the entrance. His heart leaped at the thought of escape from this dreadful place. All thoughts of pain temporarily forgotten, he limped across the ground with the aid of the bloody spade, towards the door that looks a lot more attractive than it really is. But through the stain glass window in the door he saw a shape. The beast had returned. Jacob had to think of something fast. Stay and fight? Impossible even without his injuries. He had to find someplace to hide. Not enough time to hobble back into the kitchen, he dived under the staircase into the alcove he spotted earlier. He stifled a scream when he landed, knowing that it would spell death for him if the creature heard. He heard the door unlocking, the rustle of shopping bags and footsteps. He half-expected to see hairy paws pass him, but instead he saw dirty boots and a pair of ripped jeans swish past his face. She was humming a tune that he had never heard of before, as she walked on into the kitchen. Jacob crawled out from under the staircase, picked up his spade, and made a break for the door. Meanwhile in the kitchen, the creature was unpacking the contents of her bags. Medical kits and a few small boxes which contained anaesthetics and some plasters. Somehow she was not bothered by the putrid oder. When Jacob had made his move her ear had pricked. She immediately stopped humming and jerked her head towards the doorway leading into the hallway. But Jacob continued to move towards the entrance, sensing freedom. She had stopped unpacking and started walking over to the doorway. Jacob heard her boots thumping on the floorboards. All hopes of escape ripped to shreds. He made a mad attempt to leap to the exit, but stumbled and fell. He could not hold in his screams of pain and the creature was alerted immediately. She stood over his body sprawled across the soggy carpet. Jacob knew that she was going to finish him off. He was almost glad, to end his pain and his excuse of a life. She would be on him in seconds, ripping his flesh from his bones. But this moment did not come. Instead he felt himself being lifted by thin, but strong arms. The beast placed him on the hard plastic counter. Jacob got his first, and most likely, last glance at the creature who kidnapped, and will now devour him. Her face was not beautiful by any means. She had a roundish head with a mess of black hair on top. He had already seen the yellow eyes, but in the head of a human they look more disturbing than frightening. They were tilted slightly, so she is probably Chinese. Her face was covered in acne, so she is probably much older than him. Her lips are not smiling. Not surprising because if she did her mouth would be full of sharp teeth. Not the sort that would make a good photo. She also had touch of facial hair. He scrunched his eyes shut and protected his face with his arms, even though he knew it would not do much once she attacks. The Chinese girl giggles, and smiles. A mouth with regular teeth, but huge canines. "Don't worry, I won't eat you" She giggles again. Jacob is still cowering on the counter, afraid it's a trick. "Put your arms down. I'm not going to hurt you." She says a little forcefully. Still protecting himself with his arms. But he brings them down when he feels puke creeping up his gullet. Moments later he is doubled over the side of the counter, retching his heart out. The girl gasps in surprise and disgust and fetches a bucket from a cupboard under the counter. It is half-full with vomit in less than a couple of minutes. After the wave of vomiting was over he felt pain burning through his entire body. Screaming, he rolls of the cracked surface, not feeling the pain in both his legs as the pain in his whole body is much more intense. He feels as though needles are pushing out of his skin. Jacob manages to open his eyes enough to see hairs pushing from his skin and in seconds his entire body is covered in a brown pelt. A split second when the pain halts he marvels at this sudden growth. But is then thrown back into the world of fiery pain he just left momentarily. He felt his bones in his legs snapped themselves then reattach in a split second. At the same time, he felt his head being squeezed and stretched at the same time, like clay in the hands of a demented artist. By now the girl had backed away, not a trace of surprise on her face at all. But a look of concern. Jacobs feet felt like they were being squashed by a vice, from the toe to the heel. All of this had been happening at the same time and the release from the pain was almost euphoric for him, so much that he faints.

Author notes
I'm feeling pleased with my progress and hope that you are enjoying it so far. Stay tuned for more.




Pre-Teen Werewolf-Chapter 4: Georgia Li



Jacobs' eyes flicker open. He is not in the kitchen that he fainted in, but a small room with no furniture. Except for a grubby bed, which he was lying on, and a bare light bulb swaying from the breeze creeping in from the empty window frame, so weak that it's glow doesn't reach as far as the corners of the room. He did not bother trying to get up. As he knew his two injured legs would stop him. But he cannot feel anything except his ripped trousers hanging from his thighs. He used his elbow to prop himself up and examine his state. His clothes in shreds, not doing, not doing much to protect him from the bitter wind. But when he looked down at his legs, they were in perfect state, except for an ugly scar in the shape of the teeth that had ripped it open only yesterday night. Surely they would not have healed so quickly? Unless he had been unconscious longer than he thought. Jacob pulled his legs over the side of the mattress and tested his weight on them. They support him, but they feel tender. He tries to stand up, they continue to keep him upright but they ache sharply. Not as bad as before, and it should be enough to get him out of this dreadful home. He walks slowly across the bare floorboards, being careful not to tempt fate, in case they are not as strong as they look. This is the only room he has been in where the door was still intact, but it still did not look secure. The door handle had fallen off so it was unlocked. He presses his ear against the wall in case the young woman he met earlier was just outside the room. He could hear the whole house creaking, the old structure struggling to keep itself together. He heard footsteps loudly thumping on the floor. Jacob hastily backed away and got back in the dirty bed, knowing she was coming to check on him, seeing if he had escaped. He still heard the footsteps, but the door did not open. They still heard like they were just outside the door. But the fragile wooden door remained shut. The pair of boots continued moving around the house. He was getting nervous, (not that he was from the moment he found himself in this house in the first place) she could walk in at any time. Jacob finally decided to take his chances and make a break for it. He got back off the bed and pushed against the door. It took a little effort to get it open, it scraped across the floor making an unpleasant noise. That he was sure the teen would hear. Not wanting to be discovered due to any unnecessary noise, he cautiously moved across the landing. Which, as expected, was without wallpaper carpets or working lights. Even with him being so careful, he heard the boots coming up the stairs. Towards him. He considered jumping off the side of the railing, on top of the teen who has been holding him captive since this morning (or for days, he still has no idea how long he has been here). But he is not sure his fragile legs could take the landing. Instead he ducked into the nearest doorway.
A completely bare room. Nowhere to hide except the wall next to the door. So he moves up against that and prays that she does not find him. By now the teen has made it to the landing where Jacob was only a few seconds ago. She sniffs at the air for a moment, then smirks.
"Oh where, oh where could you be?" She mocks him openly. Jacob needed no more reason to smash that girls face in. He leaped from his hiding spot and lashed out at the teen who had held him captive for whoknowshowmany days. She easily caught his fist but winced as it made contact. She smiled sadly at his pathetic attempt at resistance. "Your adrenaline is easy to smell." She pushed Jacobs' arm back at him, knocking him back into the room he was hiding in. She took another sniff and scrunched up her nose at him, "And take a shower once in a while."
"Excuse me. But can you tell me who you are and why the hell you are holding me prisoner." Jacob replied harshly. Why was she acting so nonchalant about this whole ordeal?
"How rude of me," she says quite sarcastically. "I have not been a very good host, my name is Georgia Li. And why am I holding you prisoner, is so you don't do anything stupid." Jacob had no idea what she was talking about, what did she mean by 'stupid'? She rolls her eyes at him, as though he didn't know the Earth was round. "OK, let's start at the beginning. I'm a Werewolf. I bit you. And everyone knows what happens after that." Jacob was speechless. "But let's sort the stereotypes from fact here before we get into details. Firstly, Werewolves don't only change on the night of a full moon. They change every night. And even during the day. Secondly on a full m-"
"Would you just shut up!?" Jacob could not hold back the flow of tears. He fell on his knees, crying openly. Not afraid of looking pathetic in front of the Werewolf, Georgia Li. Her features softened, she was looking much more sympathetic of the boy whose' life she had potentially ruined.
"Look, i'm sorry. Alright? But can you just listen to what I have to say?" Georgia sympathised. By now Jacob had composed himself enough to speak.
"OK. But what did you mean by 'stupid' earlier?" Jacobs' voice was shaky, still struggling to process what had just been told.
"Well. As I was saying earlier before I was rudely interrupted, Werewolves can change during the day as well as night. So I wouldn't want you getting discovered on day one." Georgias' features returned to its regular hardness. Obviously certain emotions don't last that long in a a Werewolfs' mind. "And on a full moon, is when we get that thirst for blood that Werewolves are so infamous for. So we aren’t cut-throat killers twenty four seven."
"So that's why you attacked me?" The answer was obvious, but Jacob just wanted to see if she was really sorry about what she had done.
"Yes." Nothing more than that. "And continuing on the subject of changing. New Werewolves have this stage where they flick between forms every half an hour." Jacob thought back to earlier, before he blacked out. The immense amount of pain. And this was going to happening more than forty times a day! "This lasts for about a week or two. But don't worry. It happens less often as time goes on. Eventually you will turn once a day. Most of them will be at night. As you are more likely to transform in darkness. No one knows why though." Georgia took a deep breath, she doesn't talk this much this often. "So that's just about it."
"OK, now can I go home now?"
"Weren't you listening? You can't go home when you are always turning into a Werewolf all the time. I heard that there was this one time a kid got killed by his parents when they found out. They thought he was possessed by a demon. They went to the pope to see if he could do anything. But he thought they were mad."
"But I can't just stay here! They will think i'd have been kidnapped. Or dead!" Jacob was desperate to get out of this place but he knew that he would need a very good excuse for turning into a hideous beast every now and then.
"But don't you think it would be better to think you were dead than a Werewolf?" Jacob refused to listen to this any longer. He just wanted to go home. He pushed past Georgia and went storming down the steps. But didn't get far when he felt the pain he was all too familiar with. Momentarily stunned, he tripped on a step and went crashing down the staircase. With a cry of surprise and pain, he hit the floorboards, writhing in his gruesome transformation. Hairs grew all over his body. Legs deformed. Head moulded into that monstrous in-between state of half- and wolf. Once all this was over, Jacob examined his new body with awe and terror, his shoes had fallen off of his paws. Then, turning on the person responsible for his pain. He let out an ear splitting roar.
"I'll kill you!" He leaped onto his feet and onto the landing with ease. He viciously swiped at Georgia but she evaded by stepping back into the empty room. Jacob was fuelled by hate but Georgia was calm and accurate with her attacks. Jacob landed a slash across her shoulder ripping through cloth and flesh. She gasped more from surprise than pain and counter attacked with a knee to the groin. Jacob fell to floor, Georgia followed up with a boot in the stomach. Jacob flashed back to his beating from the trio of bullies and felt a striking familiarity. She withdrew leaving the mutated Jacob clutching his stomach, embarrassed by his easy defeat.
"Fine, go home. See if I care if you're ass deep in people who want to kill you in a week. In fact, I don't think you'll last that long." With that she spat on his hairy head. Déjà vu.

Author notes
Finished. I was desprate to get it finished today and stayed up till one in the morning to finish. Hope you like it so far.





Pre-Teen Werewolf-Chapter 5: Home sickly sweet home


After his stomach had stopped aching, Jacob pulled himself up. Once again marvelling at his new form. Then he let out a deep sigh, knowing that things might never be the same again. He left the rickety old house and never looked back. His only regret is that he didn't get to wrap his hairy paws around Georgias' neck. But Jacob realised one thing. He has no idea where he is. He had no memory of what path Georgia had taken to bring him here in the first place. He considered going back for directions, but he had too much pride. The old house was in the middle of a thin forest, and the only one that he could think of was the one on the outside of the field he had been attacked in. So he walked through the trees, hoping to find an exit.
It wasn't long before he spotted a break in the tree line, this forest wasn't as big as he first thought. The break lead into the plain of green he was so familiar with. He scanned it quickly to check if anyone was walking their dog or flying a kite, so he wouldn't be spotted. The sky was a clear blue, not a single cloud in sight. On a normal day Jacob would have lay down and have eaten up this rare amount of sun. He hated Georgia for taking away his humanity. But to take away his only chance in months to enjoy a sunny day, was just plain wrong. Maybe he could stay for just a little longer. Ten minutes of a good day was better than nothing no matter what he was. Instead of running back home, he let in to his desire to just sit and do nothing. Jacob couldn't manage a real smile, his lips were incapable of it, it was more like someone was stretching them across his jaws. It was too bright to sleep, but he could close his eyes and think of what the future holds for his new self.
Jacob finds that he had managed to dose off, The sun was just about setting by now. His mum must be worried sick, not that she wasn't when he first fell asleep. He quickly collected himself, not wanting to leave her in distress for a moment longer. His arms were no longer hairy, he must have changed back during his sleep. A thought stuck him, with all that was going on he completely forgot about the Wolfsbane for his school project. He remembered putting it in his pocket, but he was worried that it might have fallen out by now. He checked his right trouser pocket, only his keys. Left, phone, but no plant. Disappointed, he walked back home. Thinking of an excuse other than being attacked, and turned into a Werewolf. The wind bit at his revealed flesh where his clothes were ripped, from the attack. And from the transformation. He stuffed his hands in his coat pocket for warmth and felt something brush his right hand. He plucked it out of his pocket with a smile. There it was, the droopy bluebell plant. At least this whole ordeal was fruitful for his academic life. But at the cost of never having a normal life. He was walking through the cluster of houses, it looks like everyone went back home when the sky began to turn red. He could imagine the sort of attention he'd get if anyone saw him in this state. With that thought in mind he jogged the rest of the way.
It wasn't long until he was jogging down his road. Home! He pulled out his keys and fumbled with the lock. It took a few twists of the tricky lock to get it open. He hoped that it didn't make too much noise. He did not need to remove his shoes, as he had realised earlier, he was not wearing any. He couldn't hear anything except for a tap dripping in the upstairs bathroom and a mouse scurrying through the plaster in the walls. Content he was alone, he went up to his room, to change his shredded clothes. He decided on a pair of loose fitting jeans and a green tee-shirt. Whilst slipping on the green tee, he remembered Georgias' comment on how bad he smelt. And with his enhanced senses he realised how bad it was to be around him. He decided to run himself a bath to try and remove his terrible stench. He walked across the landing into the tiled bathroom and spotted his reflection in the mirror above the sink. His eyes were the same unnatural shade of yellow like Georgias'. And he noticed his ugly Melonjoma had faded, and his fat lip had deflated. Leaving a significantly more pleasant face, aside from the frightening eyes. Jacob opened his mouth and pulled back his lips with his fingers. His canines were much longer and sharper than a Humans'. And the plaque that coated his teeth was no longer there. He was amazed he could not recognise his own face. But he had to get used to it sooner or later. His stinking pits made him remember that he had not come in here to look at himself. He turned the cold tap on a little less than the hot. Jacob liked a nice, hot bath. Especially at a time like this. His bath was about half full when he heard a knock at the door. He walked downstairs to answer when the door was unlocked. His mum was standing in the doorway, in a cheap dress from Tesco, and looked completely pissed. Her boyfriend, Richard, was standing behind her, just as smashed as Jacobs' mum. "Sorry love, forgot I had a key." Jacobs' mum giggled uncontrollably, as if this was the funniest thing that had happened to her. Richard followed suit. After their giggling fit had finished, they stumbled through the doorway and pushed past him upstairs. "Oh, thanks for running me a bath hon'." Jacob was still staring at the open door. "Mum? how long were you out for?"Jacob asked "Only a few hours." She called from the bathroom. Jacob was secretly glad for them staying for so long. But where could they have gone that was so fun they decided to stay 'till the next evening? He decided not to ask, as all he would get would be another round of drunken laughing. He pushed the front door shut. And went back up to the bathroom. "Um, that bath was for me." "No. I asked you on the way here." She leant over and kissed him on the cheek and proceeded to undress, with Richard still laughing as if he had heard the funniest joke ever. "Hey, Jacob. Wanna here a joke my mate just told me?" Obviously he had. Jacob refused as politely as he could to a pissed Londoner. But just then, he felt bile creeping up his throat. When Georgia said 'every half an hour', Jacob thought she meant that in a 'somewhere around...' way. Before he could even gasp, he puked over the tiled floor. But the pair were so drunk they hadn't even noticed. Jacob was extremely grateful for whoever got them this drunk, he could have changed there and then, and they would still be laughing like there was no tomorrow (which there never is for someone who 'had a few'). Jacob clasped his hand over his mouth to stop puke spilling from his mouth. The taste was horrific, but he knew what was to come will be much, much worse. He had to spit the bile out of his mouth, on to the carpet. The taste was too disgusting. He made it into the downstairs bathroom, across the hallway, directly under the one filled with giggling adults. Jacob leant over the sink, expecting another wave of vomiting. But he was puked out faster than expected, and he knew what was coming next. Pain struck him like a bullet to the chest, as he began his transformation. His screams had not gone unheard, and it was enough for the drunks to end their laughing. The transformation was harder in this cramped bathroom. Occasionally bumping into appliances, toilet, shower, disinfectants. Jacobs' mum was already in the shower so Richard had gone down to investigate the commotion. By now he had finished his change. And the room was more cramped than before, with his hunched spine, tail and enlarged muscles. He could hear Richard making his clumsy way across the hallway. Jacob had only stopped to think how they got home in this state. But more importantly, he was trapped. And the only window in this small room did not open. And he wouldn't be able to bring his fist back far enough to smash it. And there would be the matter of the sharp glass leftover. Whilst Jacob was considering his options, Richard had already opened the door. The pair stared at each other incredulously for a couple of seconds. Until Jacob did the only thing he could think of to escape without hurting. Or killing Richard. Jacob sharply hit Richards' neck with the side of his paw, like in the spy movies. He collapsed in a heap on the linoleum floor as Jacob made his escape. He hadn't expected that to work and allowed himself a brief second to admire his quick thinking. But he heard splashing upstairs, so he decided to make himself sparse.
He ducked into the kitchen and out the back door, closing it on the way out. No way she could catch up to him. Jacob expertly leaped the high fence with ease and landed in the alley on the other side. He tripped on a couple of bin bags went head over heels. He scraped his knees and paws on the gravel. But he didn't hesitate to sooth them. He got on his mutated feet and leapt of into the twilight. This was going to be harder than he thought.1


Author notes
Sorry if there is spelling mistakes, spellchecker broke, grrrr >: (
I only just realised Jacob has the same first name in the Werewolf in twilight. Whoopsie :3



Pre-Teen Werewolf-Chapter 6: Friedly advice


Jacob had not bothered running far, as he would need to walk back once he changes back. But in the meantime, he had found another alley between two houses. He tucked himself behind a pile of rubbish bags and bins, just in case anyone happens to walk by. He merely grazed his paws in his escape and wasn't even worth acknowledging. He decided to spend this time to think of an excuse for attacking Richard and running off. The next one more ridiculous than the last. "It was a twitch," "I didn't like his face," "I had some of that wine in the fridge."
Whilst in the middle of another scenario, he felt a sudden stab of pain. In a matter of seconds, he was Human again. Fortunately his clothes were only partially torn, so he wouldn't look like he just crawled out of a car accident. He needed a bath more than ever now that he spent half an hour behind a pile of rubbish. But since his drunken mum had used his water, he might just have to take a shower instead.
After walking down the cluttered alley for about five minutes Jacob was outside his houses' back gate. He mentally scanned through all his excuses he came up with, but none of them were rational. So instead he decided to just walk in and see what happened, which could be worse than his terrible excuses. He pushed on the wooden door which made a horrible scraping sound against the coarse stone path, making him cringe. He entered through the sliding glass door, Jacob never thought it tied in with the house, because it hasn't got a patio or conservatory. His mum was still bathing (in his bathwater) and was completely oblivious to all that had just happened. Richard had already came to, and was kneeling beside the bath, chatting to Jacobs' mum.
"Oh hi there hon', had a nice walk?" And they say alcohol is bad.
"Yeah, um, tripped and grazed my knee," Jacob replied, this had played out better than expected.
"Oh really? I hadn't noticed," she went back to chatting with Richard. Jacob didn't want to ask when she would be finished with the bath, as he knew she would just say something like "soon." He also knew it wasn't safe hanging around whilst his body was like a ticking bomb.
"OK, well, i'm gonna go out again. So, see you later." In return he just got a mumble. He puts on a hoodie and a pair of white trainers and sets off out the door. He wasn't leaving for good, just until the pair have gone to sleep. He was confident that he could get through this without running away. He made his way to the field, hoping to find solace in the wide open spaces.
Not long after he was embracing the fresh air with a happy sigh. The sky had turned dark long before he arrived, but that seemed to make him more at home than he would ever be in that stuffy building. He let himself down of the dewy grass and gazed up into the starry night. He happily let himself get lost in the beauty of the night sky. Before he could drift off into unconsciousness, he sensed the grass being unsettled by heavy footsteps. Jacob knew who it was even without looking.
"Enjoying life, eh Jacob?" Georgia Li sneered, "decided to take my advice and run away?"
"No, and anyway my mum is so smashed right now I could change right in front of her and she'd probably just start giggling," Jacob brought himself up to stare Georgia down, even though he was a few inches shorter than her.
"Believe me, you'll come round to it. I tried to fight it, and my parents ended up dead." Again with that blunt tone, Jacob was awestruck. The first thing that came to his mind was to say how sorry he was, but it wasn't his fault. So instead he just asked
"How?"
"Well. I changed in public one time. Specific people heard, and after that I was running for my life from a cult bent on killing 'children of the devil'." Before Jacob could ask what that had to do with her parents, she continued "And when I had eluded them enough times to get them really pissed off, they tried using my parents to get to me," there was a look of genuine sadness and despair in her eyes, and Jacob could tell she was fighting back tears. "I was stubborn, so they-" Jacob knew what happened next. She turned her back on him, it looks as though the tears had won over. Jacob didn't know how to react to this, he had never had a friend close enough for them to share something like this with him. He awkwardly tried putting his arm around her shoulder, but she pushed it away. "I don't need your pity!" She screamed at him. She burst out crying, and during her wailing she changed into a black haired wolf. Almost invisible against the night sky. Jacob himself was going to change soon as well, he remembered what she had said about darkness affecting the rate at which Werewolves change. He was speechless. He would of never guessed it could be this hard being a Werewolf. "Please. Just go." When he remained where he was, Georgia roared at him and lashed out wildly. Jacob just managed to avoid a heavy claw, but he got nipped on the arm by another. Jacob gasped and fell to the floor, partly from the surprise attack but mostly from the ache before the change. Before he knew it he was the wolf she had changed him into in the first place. He half knelt on the grass, still recovering from the change. Whilst he was down, Georgia kneed his jaw and swiped at his face. Jacob managed to duck the second attack and countered with a fist to the stomach. Taken by surprise, filched and clutched her stomach, just enough time for Jacob to push her to the floor. He used this opportunity to stamp on her body repeatedly with his powerful legs. When he was sure she wouldn't get back up anytime soon, he said
"I'm sorry for your loss. But it won't be like that with me."
Georgia spat out blood and chuckled.
"I wouldn't bet on that. You'd better get some sense soon or you might just find yourself in shite so deep, you won't be able to breath," she got up painfully and walked off in the direction of her den. Leaving Jacob on his own with those predictions latched onto his mind. Refusing to leave.1


Author notes
This one was slightly shorter as I was in a mad rush to finish, the next chapter is coming soon, but with school and whatnot I haven't really gotten round to it. And also the lack of motivation. I need motivation!!!!