Dream: Part 3: The Turn

Warning - Content may be inappropriate for young children.1


Dream: P.3
The River, Turn, and Flop.2


The sky was lite by street lamps, the stars blocked out. The old cobblestone routes were glowing damp. Distances were hazy, and his glasses were fogging. He stumbled, tripping over himself. Behind him was masses of townsfolk, walking the street bearing handguns and rifles. He stumbled to his knee, and knelt to the sky. The crowd halting their movement, and numbing their mouths stopped before him. The lamps started to flicker, and the front row turned their heads to a young man’s flashlight. It too flickered, and eventually shut off. He dropped the light and glanced at the man.3

On one knee, muscles flexing and hair waving. “Is he dying?” a woman’s voice sounded.4

“Not yet.” The man’s altering figure replied. The clouds above him parted, the light of the moon peeking through. First lighting the man’s back then the streets. The mob backed up several steps, however still stunned, the young man still stood there. Entranced by the sight, ignoring calls from the retreating populace to follow them.5

The man in the centre of the street looked back at the crowd. His head curved around, cracking several bones, then turned back to look at the full moon. The young man backed up a step, but only one. The man’s back grew to rip the black sweater. Out of the sweater first came pale white skin and crude backbone, then was slowly torn off by an under layer. The skin disappeared, from it came a sharp backbone, and scruffy fur. The man’s ears grew large and thin. His hair fell off and out came brown skin, then it grew brown fur. The ears curled up, listening to the footsteps of everything near him. His hand touching the ground dug up the stone, as it changed into a long hairy and clawed mitt. Finally his feet literally tearing the material off them grew large and dog like. The man stood up taking in a breath, inflating his lungs and chest to full extent, and howled a grim and frightening bark into the midnight air. He again turned his head, showing a large, wet, dripping nose to the young man. The now man-wolf swirled around, whipping the sleeves of his former sweater to the ground. The wolf took a step forward in tight ripping jeans, towards the man and his grounded flash light. It’s head meeting his, sniffing the human. Piercing blue-green eyes dashing back and forth watching for movement. His family was far behind him, and only he stood there. The wolf’s eyes halted on his. Bearing it’s teeth it growled loudly. It lifted it’s head off into the distance. The horizon glowing, it glanced back at the human and ran off in the opposite direction. The young man fell to the ground, head beside his flashlight. The light flickered on.6

***7

“Good morning sir, you’ve received a letter from..” the butler stopped and saw the man on the floor curled up in damp blood stains.8

“It-It’s getting worse, Gordon.” the man, lifted his head to the empty bed.9

“Then, you’d best read this sir.” Gordon set the letter down and lifted his employer up. “I’ll get you a damp cloth and you’re spare glasses.”10

He sat down on his bed, picked up the letter and began to open it when his younger sister came protruding in. “JOHNNY!” Johnny gave a quick jolt, and his sister sat down beside him. She was a loud 15 year old, always nagging her brother to take her places. “Johnny can you take me to the mall?” Johnny swivelled his head so his right eye was visible to her. “O.M.G. what happened to your eye Johnny? Does it hurt? Can you still take me to the mall, my friends are waiting?”11

“Lizzy, go away.” Johnny urged his sister, but she didn’t leave.12

Just as Lizzy was about to make a rude reply, Gordon came in with breakfast, a bucket, and a pair of golden rimmed glasses. “These are my spares?”13

“Sorry, they were the only pair I could find. Enjoy.” Gordon hesitated for a moment, glancing at Lizzy, then started for the door.14

“Gordon...!?” Lizzy started.15

“Uh.. Sorry madame, must wait, I-I have to go...” his pace quickened.16

“Wait, CAN YOU TAKE ME TO THE MALL???” Gordon was already gone. “Uh, it’s so hard to find some one who cares about me!” Lizzy started to storm out when Johnny grabbed her arm.17

“Liz...”18

“I told you not to call me that!” Lizzy snapped, “It’s Lizzy, and if you don-”19

“Not now, Lizzy. It’s time I told you something.” John opened a drawer and found a rusted metal key in it. It had two prongs and a large hoop at the end. “Here hold onto this.” John got to his feet and walked towards the door.20

“Where are we going? You’re not taking me to a old dusty room that I have to clean?” Lizzy spitefully commented holding the key on the very tip of her index finger as if it were poison. While remembering how John made her clean the mess she had made in the kitchen the previous week when her friends were over.21

“Come, this is far more important than a stupid grudge.” John replied.22

“Uhhh. Hey! Um, after can we go to the mall?” Lizzy joyfully asked.23

“No, Liz.” John answered, slowly covering his ears.24

“Don’t call me THAT, I HATE THAT NAME!” Lizzy screamed deafening the silent hallway.