Curse of the Werewolf

"It's almost time, Frank.

"It started as a dull ache in my stomach. There was a subtle burning in my stomach, and as time came nearer the burning traveled through out my body, throughout my right leg and the other, then through both my arms. Soon after that I started to pant. All of the sudden I had the urge to rip all the flesh off my skin and let what was now inside me, crawl out.
"Frank. Please. It's almost time." Gerard begged me. I felt his hand on my shoulder. It wasn't necessary, but I knew he was trying to protect me and others from myself.
Gerard Way is a werewolf. I looked up at him and he stared back at me with anguish in his eyes. It wasn't exactly planned that he turned me into what I am now. He was just supposed to be some pick up at a bar. A one night stand, but that's not how it went. I left for home the next day and I realized that I started to hear a voice. It wasn't exactly mine, and it was telling me to go back to Gerard. I ignored the voice all day. Then Gerard was there at my front doorstep. I don't know how he found me, but i had been relived to see him. Now we're here out in the country, in a cabin he owned out in the woods away from civilization.
"Please, come with me. We have to get you ready. As much as I hate to say it, this will be the hardest of your transformation." Gerard eyes closed tight and reopened. He took a heavy breath and let it out his nose.
I was so fucking angry when I realized what he turned me into. At first, like any other person, I thought he was crazy. Escaped from institution or some shit. Then I thought I was going insane. Gerard watched me through it all. Then I wanted to kill him. To slit his throat, to hurt him badly. But those thoughts didn't last very long. The voice, who I learned was now my wolf conscience, didn't allow it. The wolf loved Gerard. Because Gerard was the one who turned me, we were bonded and now the wolf knew him as our alpha. And because I was a new werewolf I couldn't be trusted around society. Today was the first day of my transformation as a werewolf.
I stood up on wobbling legs and when I took a step I nearly fell but Gerard caught me. If I'd been my own human self I would have jerked away from him, but the wolf found comfort in his touch, so in return, so did I.
"Come on. I got you. I just have to get you downstairs. It's gonna be okay." His voice was encouraging.
I smirked at that. Even through his sugar coating, I could tell that this was going to hurt like a bitch. The pain level already cranked up a few notches and I was starting to grunt in pain. The wolf's howling in my head was deafening. The urge to rip off my own skin was becoming stronger.
"Shit. You're already turning." I hear Gerard's voice in the distance. He scooped me up in his arms and carries me down the stairs.
There's a large cage with big iron bars. It takes up most of the basement. I remember when Gerard had shown me the basement, I ran. I ran out of the basement and out of the house but I only made it a few feet before Gerard tackled me and held me while I screamed and cried for two hours. No one heard me of course.
Gerard carried me to the cage and set me on the ground. He started taking off my clothes, having to rip them off through my struggling. I stared up at him. His lips were moving but I couldn't hear him. Not through the howling and the buzzing that seemed to over take my body. Once I was naked I could see him start to take off his clothes. He then shut the door to the cage and locked it and threw the key a small way from the cage. He then faced me but left some space between us. He was waiting for me to change. It was an excruciating pain now. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, tears stinging at my eyes. Gerard told me that because he was older werewolf, he could change at will and that transformation was less painful and the process was much faster for him.
My body was now on fire and I was burning alive. My wolf's howling was much louder than my screams. All Gerard did was sit in the corner watching me with a face of pure guilt.
I rolled myself onto my hands and knees, hair? Hair was ripping through my skin. My hands stretching out to an abnormal length. My spine felt like it was jutting and ripping through my back. My knee caps popping back and turning into a whole new joint. The pain was becoming too much to endure. Black walls were closing around my eyesight until I was surrounded in complete darkness.

***

I wake up in another room on a bed, thankfully covered with a blanket. My body was so sore, every muscle aches. I know I'm naked. I opened my eyes and they seem to crust open. I see Gerard sitting now fully clothed on a chair in the corner of the room with his head in his hands. "So. Vampires, witches and the undead. They real, too?" I say making conversation.
Only then do I realize that Gerard had been crying. When he raises his head he looked at me with red rimmed eyes as he brushed his hair back. He lets out a wry chuckle.
"No. I mean, not anything I've seen anyways." He wiped at his eyes.

"Gerard, are you okay? Did something happen?" I try to sit up, but I hiss in pain, my entire body protesting the movement.

"Shh, Frank don't move too much. You're going to be very sore today." Gerard ran towards the bed and gently pushes me back down to a laying position.

"Yeah, I sorta figured." Gerard sat at the end of the bed, he looked very hesitant as if I was about to lash out at him. We sat there for a few beats of silence

"Gerard?"

"Yeah?"

"Why were you naked last night? Did you even change?" Gerard looked down and laughed.

"I just wanted to make sure your transformation went well. I changed shortly after you. When you're at peace with your wolf, on the full moon, you can prolong changing for a while longer. Your wolf was a little nippy last night, but everything went well for the most part" He explained.

"You can remember everything? Why can't I? Everything went black." I complained.

"You don't remember anything because that was all your wolf last night. Once you make peace with your wolf you will be able to make full conscious decisions while you're in wolf form."

"Jesus Christ. I thought this shit only existed in movies." I took a deep breath. I winced again when my lungs started to hurt.

"I know. I'm sorry."

Notes

Hey guys! So new story. I got inspired while watching American Werewolf in London. I have no idea where this story is going, but I'm actually pretty excited to where this might lead.

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