HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEANUT BUTTER AND NINJA!
(: YAY KITTIES! :)
Okay, yeah, they aren't exactly human, but cats are people too right? Also, I'm not sure what day there birthday ACTUALLY is, but I know it's this month.
Also, I know I wasn't gonna post any new stories until I finished some of my other ones, but this one has been bugging me for a long time. On top of that I had a rough week (I got my first "F" ever, and on a writing assignment of all things) and my sweet kitties have really been there to cheer me up and lick my fingers after I scratch their chins ... okay, this is only Ninja, but Peanut will curl up with me on the couch and that is cute too.
Anyway, point is I needed a pick me up and I had writer's block on my other stories. So, here ya go ...
Sam stuffed a couple extra t-shirts into his backpack barely able to contain his excitement.
"I can't believe I am actually going." He exclaimed, grabbing extra batteries for his flashlight.
"I don't see what the big deal is." Dean muttered from behind a magazine. "It's not like you've never been camping before."
"But this is a REAL camp, with canoeing and campfires," Sam explained, "not a tent in wendigo territory, with drills and nightly watches."
"To each his own." Dean shrugged, tossing his reading materiel aside. "You ready or what?"
"What's the rush? You're not even going."
"As if I would WANT to spend a week with a bunch of geeky upcoming freshman." Dean smirked. "No, as soon as I drop your a%$ off, I will be hooking up with Audrey Clark. And when I saw hooking up-"
"I get it Dean." Sam cut him off.
"Aw, Sammy, are you jealous?"
Rather then dignify that with a response, Sam ignored his brother's annoying grin and focused on making sure he had everything he might need. Clothes … towel … extra shoes … flashlight … toiletries … hunting knife … salt … lighter … butterfly knife ...
"Here." Dean handed him his favorite colt 1911, the one he got for his last birthday, and a box of bullets. "There are both silver and iron in there, so you should be fine."
"I'll be fine without it." Sam insisted, handing the weapon back. "Besides, it's a school trip, I don't want to get the cops called on me."
"Seriously, I'll be fine."
Dean shrugged, trying to seem indifferent, but Sam knew him better then that. There Dad had already checked out the camp grounds for any sign of danger before giving his permission to attend the school sponsered trip, but that might not stop the older brother from taking a casual drive out that way at least once in the next week.
After watching Dean pull away, Sam raced up the steps of the school, not wanting to be late for his first real summer camp.
He turned to see a guy, about Dean's age but not quite as big, walking up to his with a think book. Stiffening when he realized he was alone out here, Sam kept his back to the wall and glanced around to see how many ways he could potentially out run this guy.
"Relax," he smiled, slowly stepping closer, "I just heard you were good with Latin and wanted to know if you could tell me what one of these pages says. Two minutes, tops."
Now that he was out of the shadows, Sam recognized him as one of the seniors, Ethan … something. Relaxing a bit, he glanced and his watch and calculated how much time he could spare.
"I guess I could take a look."
Ethan's grin widened and he opened the book to a marked page. After doing a quick scan, Sam realized what type of book he was looking at.
"Where did you get this?" He questioned seriously.
"Why?" Ethan asked innocently. "It's only a dumb book, just tell me what the page says."
Sam shook his head and took a step back.
"That's some pretty dark stuff, dude. If I were you, I'd get rid of it FAST."
Ethan sighed and set the book on the school's thick cement railing.
"Well … you're not me."
The last thing Sam saw was a Louisville slugger coming straight for his head.
Sam woke up feeling like his head had been stuffed full of cotton. He tired to push himself up, but immediately lost his balance and tumbled into the long grass.
"Easy there, little guy." Ethans voice boomed over him. "You're not as big as you used to be."
Looking up into a strange blue and green world, Sam was startled to see the senior, literally, towering over him. Before he could move, Ethan and picked him up behind his neck and deposited him on a huge stone table.
"What did you do to me!" Sam demanded, hoping the panic he was feeling was not seeping into his voice.
"Hang on, I can't understand you yet."
Yet? What was he- Sam looked down in horror at his paws and tail. This couldn't be happening!
"Here we go!" Ethan announced happily.
Suddenly all Sam could see was white then the world was back as it should be. He found himself sitting on, what he now recognized as, an alter somewhere in the middle of the woods. His stuff was gone, which meant no weapons, but that didn't mean he was helpless.
"Pretty neat tric-"
He cut the older boy off with a kick to the stomach before running into the trees. Unfortunately, he was still dizzy and Ethan soon tacked him to the ground.
"Let me go!"
"Chill man," Ethan grunted, half carrying him back to the alter, "You can leave … just as soon as you know the rules."
"What rules?" Sam spat, struggling to free himself from the older boy's grip.
"Here's the thing." Ethan dropped him at the base of the alter. "This is the only thing that can make you human, and only when the sun sets. As soon as dawn hits, no matter where you are, you are back to being a cat."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I can." Ethan grinned wickedly.
He picked up the book from the corner of the alter and tossed it into Sam's lap.
He shoved the book to the ground and pulled himself to his feet. It had some of the darkest magic Sam had ever seen and he was not about to turn that kind of power over to his psychotic classmate.
"You will … or you will never be human again."
"And if you don't take the curse off, my brother will kill you."
Based of the flash of fear in Ethan's eyes, he knew Dean well enough to know that was no idle threat.
"If he does, then the curse becomes permanent since only I can reverse it." He stated confidently. "Besides, he's miles away, you would never make it there before dawn, and you can only become human again IF you are here at sunset."
"I'll take my chances."
Not knowing where he was, Sam started running north, hoping he would fine a road. Once he got back to town, his family would find a way to fix this … they had to.
So what do you think? Should I put this on hold and focus on everything else, or should I work on everything? (I can do it either way.)
Let me know and I'll get started on the next chapter ... of whatever you guys want me to work on.
BTW, I have been told transitions are helpful. How did you like these ones? (Did you notice the cat ear silhouettes between the letters?)