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"Get in here, quick!" You hear what sounds like Jason's voice coming from your room. You hurry in and he shuts the door. "This is so good. What is it?" You look at your hand. The plate is gone. He must have taken it from you while you weren’t looking. He also changed back to the hybrid form.
"Didn’t I tell you to change back before we came in?" Forgetting his question.
“I guess it’s time to tell ya. Listen, it's not normal to stay furless around here. It's one thing at school, but at home, we only do that if we're sick, which isn't often; Which leaves us with a predicament: you can’t act sick forever, so-”
“I’m home!” Mom’s voice projects from the kitchen.
“Shoot! What are we going to do now?”
“Just try to act cool.”
“Mickey?”
“I’m in my room, Mom.”
“Mickey, why is the door closed? Are you all right?”
“I’m ok, Mom, really. I have a friend over and we’re uh... just having a little snack; the one that Amy gave us.”
“Oh, ok.” It sounds like she’s walking away. Jason confirms that.
“As I was saying,” Jason continues, beginning to talk more quietly, “you need to decide what we’re going to do with you. You could try to run for the coast. We're really close and if you can get a boat, you could try and find a deserted island somewhere and 'live happily ever after.'” Just what you need . . . a smart-aleck werewolf. You shake your head at that idea. “Then you’ll have to let me bite you.”
“What!?” You liked the sound of the first idea best, but you’d be all alone.
“If I bite you you’ll be in the clear and you’ll be like us and able to live a normal life. If not all I can do is try to help you escape and you might end up as a meal at a diner.”
“Normal for you! No way, I just want to go back to my old life.” You begin to think about your old life ... but then ...
Knock, knock! Some one’s at the door. You hear you mother head for the door, “Why Mr. Wandermeyer, what a surprise.”
Jason gasps. You look at him and his furry face is full of fear. “That’s Nick’s dad... and...” he sniffs the air, “Nick is with him!”
“My son, Nick, has informed me that one of his friends, Jason Florist, was taking a live human home for dinner.”
“Yes,” your mother says in response, “he’s a friend of my son as well, now what seems to be the trouble.”
“Are you familiar with his scent?”
"Why yes and... very interesting Mr. Wandermeyer. If you two will assist me upstairs, we can solve this little mystery of yours."
"This is bad," Jason says frantically. "You need to decide, fast." You hear faint footsteps coming up the stairs.
Written by (Insert Name Here) (edited by wanderer)