Everything turns to shit…when the shadows of bad grades are upon you.
Meh…I suppose I just have to accept that I’m not gonna made it to next school year, just have to waste another year on the same old grade. :’(
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I’ve been writing the sequel of my Ginger Snaps Fan-fic for my friend Skye’s sake, who’s(still) a hard-core fan of the movie series. In case you haven’t read the first part, it can be found at Punki’s forum…
In the first part, the werewolf Brigitte was captured in a clinic for drug-addicts, where she had an encounter with the ghost of her dead werewolf sister, who was encouraging her to be a murderous werewolf. Later on, Brigitte found herself losing it, and attacked one of the addicts at the clinic. Now we get to see if she’d truly murdered someone, or would someone stop her from doing so… [Rated R-ish: some strong language and gore]
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“Brigitte!!” I felt my limbs numbing from a sudden jerk. I was being pulled roughly backwards by a pair of familiar arms. I inhaled his scent that barely flowed pass my nostril’s, for the scent of Beth-Ann’s bloodied face, twisted in shock and disbelief, was too tempting for my sense of smell. But I was still being dragged away from her, my feet sweeping across the cold tiled floor. The grip tightened as I struggled with all my might to break free.
A single dull thud.
Soft matres. Roughened, yellowed sheets.
I was back in my room again, facing these walls that caged me. I was a prisoner, my master right in front me, his stare stabbing my face like razors, slicing invisible yet painful gashes on my skin. My heart leaped and sunk deep into my stomach.
Tyler. The keeper of the stash. That sonafabitch. Well, a sonafabitch who’d stopped me from biting a hole in Beth-Ann’s face. Was I grateful for that? Maybe, I guess. My stomach wasn’t, though.
“I’m never going to figure you out, am I?” His voice was boyish, just as it was supposed to be, just as I remembered. Last time around, he almost had me doing something really nasty to him. By that, and I don’t mean anything related to what I just did to Beth-Ann, I mean something VERY nasty.
Damn, damn, damn. That perverted fuck.
My gorge rose at the mere thought of it.
“Brigitte?” His voice sent me stumbling back to reality again.
“You saw what I did?” I mused.
Tyler looked puzzled, as if I was speaking some language from Mars. I was 100% sure that he’d seen me slaughtering another human being. Did anyone else see it as well? Surely, they must have seen it. I could remember it perfectly; all the deafening screams that had escaped from Beth-Ann’s mouth, echoing off the walls. Were the people deaf at that point?
Tyler swallowed – I heard that clearly. His face took on a fearful expression which made me wonder relentlessly. God, what the hell is he trying to pull? Before I could speak, he stumbled backwards, landing on the floor with a loud thud. But his eyes were still locked on mine. It was now panic I saw. Flabbergasted, I shot up from my bed and watched him crawling away from me on his hands and knees…until I heard him slamming the door shut.
Then a cold, boney hand patted my head. I stiffened as it brushed my damp hair lightly.
“You know, sometimes there’s a fine line between to fuck someone and to fuck someone up.” Ginger. The pounding of my heart slowed, until suddenly it dimmed and died.
My sister was with me again.This time near enough for me to feel her cold, rapid breathing against my reddened cheeks.
“Tell me then.” I demanded. “What’s the difference?”
“I’m sure I don’t need to explain the first one. But now we’ve come to the second one; it stands for messing someone up. For us, it means to rip a person apart—“
“I wasn’t planning to kill Tyler!” I protested.
“How predictable.” Ginger grinned sarcastically. “And Beth-Ann? Were you trying to kill her then?”
“I…I don’t know.”
Ginger wrapped her arms around me- I was surprised that I could even feel it. “B, it isn’t a perversion, it’s called the force of nature.”
“I won’t end up like that. I refuse to end up like you!”
“Oh really? Then go look in the goddamn mirror! It’s already too obvious.”
I rushed to the bathroom, my stomach weighing heavy in my body, only to find myself looking at my distorted reflection on the broken pieces of the mirror.
I let out a shrill scream; thick and ugly wrinkles began to form on my face, under my eyes, around my nose, my jaw line. I desperately tried to flatten them, but there was no use. My skin felt like oily rubber. I watched in horror as my pupils gained size, my irises yellowing.
Then my spine burst through my skin, biting its way through the sensitive tissues, tearing my back apart with its sharp structure.
Fangs.
Pointed ears.
Tail.
Ginger.
To be continued…??
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I’ll post the rest some other day. I don’t like long posts. 
