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him. He had slashes across his face and neck that were deep enough I could see bone and muscle through the slits. He didn't have a shirt on, only jeans and bare feet. All of a sudden everything from the night before came rushing back into my head.
     
    I caught flashes of green flame and sparks. Then, like an old movie, the pictures clicked through, so fast it was like watching it in fast forward. The woman ran her knife across my throat, I was bleeding over a green fire pit, and then Rusty came barreling in. He took the red haired lady to the ground while I popped and cracked each bone and joint in my body until I wasn't anything human anymore. The rest of the vision was only in shades of purples and greens. The other women in the group rushed me, trying to catch me. I was too fast for them. I ran on four legs right at the lot of them. Like a big cat or something I leapt into the air and landed flat on my feet, standing over the top of a brunette girl. I swiped my huge clawed paw at her, cutting her chest and face in one swipe. Blood poured from her; at least it looked like blood, only tinted purple in my eyes. The other two women jumped on me. I bucked my body back and forth like a bull from a chute. One of them flew through the air and landed in the green fire. I could hear her wailing in pain when I slashed at the other woman, the blonde one. I used both front paws and clawed at her upper body so quick I couldn't believe I had done that. I heard Rusty screaming and gurgling like he was being strangled. I turned my big furry body and bounded on four strong muscled legs to him. The red haired woman was on top of him with her hands around his neck. I used my back legs to push my heap of a body up and onto the lady’s back. I was on them both at once. Rusty got caught up in the fight between woman and beast. The gut wrenching part was knowing that beast was me. I bit the woman in the crook of her neck tearing her skin wide open. When my heavy thick claws came down on her, Rusty was in the way. I slashed at his face without any feeling or remorse. The blood that poured from the red haired woman was a brighter purple, damn near neon. Rusty’s blood poured outta his face like lime green milk coming from a tipped jug. Then the movie stopped.
     
    I fell to my side and curled my legs up to my chest. I didn’t cry; I was frozen. My body shook fiercely from head to toe. I laid there next to Rusty, tremblin’, until I heard the sound of a heavy truck crunching along the bank of the lake. It sounded far off, but it was moving slowly closer to where I was. The sun was peeking over the mountains and the sky was turning blue, dawn had come completely. I stayed with Rusty there in the dirt. I nuzzled my face into his cold stiff body. I paid no mind to the sticky blood that was smearing across my face. He smelled like a jar of pennies, but right on his bare skin I could smell the light hint of his cologne. He’d been wearing the same damn cologne since high school; I’d always hated it. Laying there next to his dead body all I wanted was to breathe in the scent of that stupid cologne.
     
    I could hear the sound of heavy boots running; coming closer to me and the bloody heap I was laying next to. I finally started to feel something other than pure shock. I was scared. It hadn’t hit me until I knew someone was coming up on me fast that I had done this. I had killed these people. My claws, my strength, had torn into those women, into Rusty. I tried to think quickly how I was going to explain that. How would I tell the law I had turned into some kind of beast and I ripped them to shreds? I laid there on the cold earth and waited for the heavy boots to find me.
     
    He would call the State Police. He would call my mama. He’d call Garret. My stomach dropped when I thought about my brother. I had killed his best friend. Tears started coming from my eyes finally at the thought of my brother. My body was still shuddering when strong arms