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God, that was horrible... You know, that attack a few weeks back? The one with two students nearly dying?
You haven't heard?!
Well, a couple was out at lover's lane in a convertible when they were attacked by some feral dog or mountain cat or wolf or something. Some reports say there was more than one!
The girl came out of it with her leg having to be completely replaced, and though the guy took the brunt of the assault he's healed amazingly well.
It's been about a month, now that I think about it. Oh, and look at the full moon! Isn't it pretty?

...Oh, right, also now that I think about it, one of their classmates has been acting a little weird since the incident too. So's one of the teachers. How? I dunno, the teacher's been a bit more spacey and doesn't give as much homework and the classmate's been a bit jumpy.
Talk about off, right? Who knew a bunch of dumb animals could make such a mess?

Each character has his or her own prompt and form for you to enter with. You may enter for up to two of the pets.

There is no limit on how much you can write as a response to the prompt, but always remember: quality over quantity. If you come up with something short but good, don't feel you have to add more. That said, if you come up with something long but you're satisfied with it, don't feel pressured to cut it down.

THE INFECTED
[Interactive RP contest]
Prompt: You know what you are. And you know you need to tell your girl. Unfortunately, the only time you get to talk is the sunset and the night of the full moon. So. How do you go about it? Do you go through with it? Are your plans changed by another happenstance? Also, give insight on how you feel about your lycanthropy.

To enter for him, follow the prompt guidelines and type in first person as his character. You are allowed to use The Survivor as a secondary character, but in third person. If you do so, you are able to win her instead of The Infected if you RP her well enough(this doesn't sound similar to ANOTHER RP contest, now does it? |D )

The Infected's form:



THE SURVIVOR
[Interactive RP contest]
Prompt: Your boyfriend wanted to see you tonight, and has actually wanted to talk for a while but you haven't been available. And...so..he shows you. How do you react? Do you take it well? Do you have a PTSD episode? Or do you completely blow him off?
Also, how have you been handling having a fake leg and lots of scars?

To enter for her, follow the prompt guidelines and type in first person as her character. You are allowed to use The Infected as a secondary character, but in third person. If you do so, you are able to win him instead of The Survivor if you RP him well enough.




THE ATTACKER
[Personality Questionnaire]
Prompt:
1- What is your name?
2- What is your exact occupation? (ie what kind of teacher)
3- Do you enjoy your work?
4- What do you think of The Survivor?
5- What do you think of The Infected?
6- What do you think of The Accomplice?
7- Where were you the night of the attack?
8- What do you do in your spare time? (ie werewolf habits)
9- Do you enjoy said hobbies?
10- Free question.
11- Free question.
12- Free question.

To enter for her, follow the prompt guidelines and type in first person as her character.



THE ACCOMPLICE
[Anonymous Note]

Prompt: An anonymous letter comes into the school offices, handwriting a lot like a certain redhead. Does it detail what happened that night? Does it just hint? Does it give away the teacher? Or is it a note of pride for the actions performed? What are the opinions of the victims if they are given?

To enter for her, follow the prompt guidelines and type in first person as her character with a letter format in mind.

Dear Sir or Madam...
Username: Geyser Eelborn
Name: Rhonda Porter
Personality: Socially awkward; she doesn’t get along with her classmates, but loves her teachers. In fact, one might say she’s a little too attached to her teachers. One in particular… She has no friends her age and, if I win and the owner of the Survivor would agree to it, I would put in her background that she had a rivalry with the Survivor when they were very small (elementary school, basically).
Prompt Response:

Dear Mrs. Edwards [school principal],

I am a ^concerned student at this school. I heard about the attacks last month on one of my the other students and I might have some information on the attacks. I think the person who did it wgoes to this school, and I’m worried that if I tell anyone I will get in trouble with this s person.

My parents suggested I talk to the police about it, but I’m not sure they would believe me. [The next few lines are difficult to make out due to what looks suspiciously like a tear blotch that’s making the ink run] The attacker is not the sort of person you’d pick out in a crowd as being the person who did it. But I trust you at this school to understand and listen to me fairly.

Sincerely,

A Concerned Student

There Were Certain Teachers Who Would Hurt The Children Any Way They Could
Username: Geyser Eelborn
Name: Caroline Harrow
Prompt Response:
1- My name is Caroline Harrow. I’m not married, though, so that’s Ms. Harrow, not “Mrs.” [Gives you a kind smile]
2- I teach US History and eleventh and twelfth grade English. [Laughs] I know, I know, strange combination, isn’t it? But I’ve got the training to teach both, and there were [very slight pause] department “cutbacks” a couple years ago, and I was looking for work.
3- Do I enjoy my work…Well, English is a way to express one’s self, isn’t it? And really, literature helps us get inside the heads of the people we read about in history books. I love the work I do.
4- Oh, [Survivor’s Name]? She’s a lovely student, really…Maybe not the best student in the class, but she’s…well, it’s hard to describe her. I knew a girl like her in high school once—pretty, rich…But that was a long time ago.
5- [Infected’s Name], yes, I know him. He’s not in my class. One of my [Another ever so slight pause] “colleagues” was complaining about him the other day. There are so many complaints about students, and I’ve seen a lot of them that are perfectly justified. It makes you wonder if the students need a few extra lessons.
6- Oh, [Accomplice’s Name] she’s a very nice girl. Wonderful student, always turns in her homework. She needs help, I think. I’d love to help her more with her life, if she’d just ask me for it…
7- Where was I when—Oh! Oh! I was at home grading tests. A-and there was some last-minute scheduling to write up. When the essays need to be written, when the books need to be finished, the book lists, too! And the summer homework. [She smiles and her fur flattens back down] I’m going to like my students this year. Everyone did a wonderful job. Yes, this is going to be a year like no other.
8- Ah…so this isn’t a regular interview. Is it. You’re one of us. [Leans back and continues in a low, soft voice after she gives a sigh] Habits…well, I do what any of us do, don’t I? We were given a gift. A chance to get in touch with our wild past. Some young’uns these days don’t understand—they think that it’s a free condom and a pouch of lube, but it’s not for getting the pretty girl on the cover of the romance novel. We do what we do so that we may unleash the beast that lurks inside everyone, and free the beast inside! I look at my students and my coworkers, and I think to myself, what a bunch of trained ninnies! They sit around in their pretty, organized world, and they think that this is how it’s supposed to be! Bitching about lazy students, making catty remarks about everyone else’s sex life…nonononono! No, that’s being a tame dog on a choke chain, being beaten by everyone on top who’ve spent every minute of their lives being beaten with that same spiked chain…It’s enough to make you lose your mind! So what I do…is I go to work, and I let myself be beaten, and I take it like a b***h in heat…and once a month, I track down the people who really need it, and I release them. I chew through that chain, and I lift open the latch, and I set them free. And they don’t see it. They think, You’ve trapped me forever in a life as a monster! No. No, sweetie, you don’t understand. I’ve freed you from a life being a monster to other people—chaining them up, beating them up. I set people free. The feeling I get…it’s better than religion, that rapture. And it’s better than any other drug we teach the students to avoid.
9- I told you already. [Grins ferally] I love the work I do.
10- No, I’m not advocating drugs. The “system” is right sometimes. Don’t. Do. Drugs. That only chains you tighter.
11- How many people have I freed since I took this job? Hm…Ms. Kenner, the school nurse…of course, the former English and History teachers I replaced…they didn’t take it well at all, they’re all running through the woods. They seem to think they’re wolves all the time. [Smiles ruefully] We’re not that lucky.
12- [Survivor’s name]? Yes, I will be coming back for her. She…she startled me when she screamed, that’s all. Yes, she sounds very like someone I used to know. An old friend. But she has to be released. And when the next full moon rolls around, I’ll be coming back from her. Sweetie, I never leave a potential packmate behind.

There Were Certain Teachers Who Would Hurt The Children Any Way They Could
Username: Bouncy_Pineapple
Name: Zelda Everdance
Prompt Response:

1- Zelda Everdance, but my students call me Miss Everdance. That's what it says at the top of the form doesn't it?

2- I'm a social science teacher. Psychology, sociology, and the like. I think with my unique... experiences I can bring a different side to those classes. I also teach some history too, because schools can't hire teachers that just teach psychology.

3- Yes. I love helping my students grow and learn. Of course there are those kids that completely shut any academics out but I try my best to reach out to them... It's so rewarding to see students graduate and move on and to know that you had some part in their success.

4- The Survivor wasn't meant to be a survivor. I was supposed to kill her, turn her, do whatever to her as long as it brought her out of the picture. But no, she's taken the attack and used it to strengthen herself. Oh well. I shouldn't expect things to go according to plan when the full moon is high in the sky. And I suspect that she'll be gone soon enough. That idiot boy will probably reveal himself to her, and then she'll either turn away from him or convince herself that true love will 'break his curse'. The latter will get herself killed of course.

5- He's a remarkable student. He has his head on tight, even when I infected him, and I have a feeling he'll go places. Especially when I'm involved... See, being a werewolf means that I'm not likely to find a husband and settle down and have a family. Oh, there's so many cliched romance films and shows and books nowadays that has werewolves falling in love and living happily ever after. But that's often not the case, and I don't see that kind of future for myself. However, what I can do is perhaps teach him what it means to be a werewolf and teach him how to cope... Make sure he doesn't get himself killed while he's adjusting. It was a decision made very late into the game. And I have no doubt that he'll accept my offer. After all, I'm sure he's feeling very confused and lost even though he's hiding those feeling very well. And as for me, it'll be like raising my own child, something I always dreamed of doing... Hm, I talked a lot about myself during this question haven't I?

6- This girl is very interesting. She's one of the few noodles that knows who I really am, and the only one that I haven't taken care of yet. I guess she's still alive because I still need someone in a student's position. But she'll no longer be useful when I have the Infected under my wing. It's a shame really, because she is extraordinarily bright. She might have had an actual future if she didn't meddle so much in my affairs. But there's no use crying over spilled milk I suppose...

7- I don't remember very many details in my other form. But since all this happened you can probably tell where I was. *smirk*

8- Well I'm not one of those werewolves that go on massive killing sprees. That draws too much attention from the media, and eventually from the hunters. That's one of the many mistakes a novice makes. They let their wild side run free, thinking that their new found power will lead to no consequences. *sighs* But anyway, the answer to the question? I head to a forest, preferably one on private property so there aren't as many intruders. I roam around. I kill. I feed. Don't look at me like that. There's no use holding yourself in, because that's just going to boil over at some unfortunate time. Although I usually don't go hunting other noodles, because again that's asking for trouble. But if some unlucky soul were to encounter me... Then I can't be held responsible.

9- At first no. How do you think you'd feel if you woke up every morning, not knowing where you are, and with blood on your paws? You'd feel like a monster. You'd be ashamed, disgusted, etc. But then I realized, as time went by, that this condition was actually, well, a blessing. It's not like I was turned into a monster, because I'm already a monster. Everyone's a monster. But society says that we have to hide that part of ourselves, or we'd be deemed 'abnormal'. What society says gets ingrained into our brain, so much so it's second nature. Lycanthropy can take away those inhibitions and let's us be truly free... It's a freedom you can't get otherwise, and I've come to appreciate that.

10- (How did you become this way?)
It's a painfully simple story compared to what I've weaved here... I just happened to come across the wrong side of my college room mate on night. It was a mess. She had to leave school, though not because I told on her. The extraordinary thing is that she came back. It was because she ran into trouble and needed another werewolf's help, but still. Two werewolves relying on each other... it was something I assume was rare among our kind, but beneficial. That's another reason why I'm hoping to take in the Infected. With such a partnership, we might have a brighter future for once.

11- (How many people have you killed?)
I told you I'm not a mass murderer! I don't take pleasure from killing. I only do it out of necessity. So I don't keep track. Because admittedly it pains me to know how many families I've ruined.

12- (How many people have you infected?)
Another thing I'll admit: I've only infected one other person. I used to tell myself that no one should have to live a life like mine's, but this sort of situation is unique and should turn out for the better.

If I'm Alive And Well Will You Be There, Holding My Hand?
Username: SilverWolfSun
Name: Chloe Reine
Personality: Chloe is a kind, gentle, and helpless girl. Abused as a child, she's very self-concious about herself and her faults. She's developed a fear of adults - other than her new parents - and can't stand sharp objects. Chloe is very dependent on other people to help her along, and likes to stick to things she knows well. She's learned that if she tries to make new friends, they generally tell her something along the lines of "grow a backbone" and leave her be. Michael and a handful of others were people she'd known growing up and have come to know over the years, but she can't truly see someone as a friend until she knows them well enough that she knows they'll never harm her or betray her trust, but will be completely loyal to them until the day they're forced apart. She's deathly afraid of the sight of blood.
Would you accept winning The Infected instead? Um, sure. :3
Prompt Response:

( The Infected's name is Michael. Real original, right? xp )

I rubbed my paws against the sleek top of my desk. The others sitting around me were diligently scratching away with their number two pencils. Just another test at the end of the week, another equation ground into their minds so well that they could spit out answers without really thinking about it. But why couldn't I do the same? After weeks of rehab and physical therapy, I'd only just been deemed able to use my new prosthetic leg as well as all the rest. I'd returned to school only to learn how very behind I was now. Michael had returned weeks ago, but, well, there had been complications to put up with.

I couldn't get used to the constant stares. People whispered behind my back and pointed when I walked down the hallways. I wished I was the kind of girl who could hold her head high in the face of adversity, like a heroine out of a book, but I wasn't. Instead I put my head down and acted like they weren't there. I stuck to the back halls most people avoided because they called them "haunted" and kept to my close-knit group of friends. I went to my daily physicals and let them ask me all kinds of questions that seemed to have no real relation to the problem at hand. My parents spent tons of money finding me a decent replacement for the leg I'd lost, a metal contraption that squeezed my leg tightly and made it an impossible dream to wear shorts ever again. I didn't even have the gall to wear shorts in the privacy of my own home. Just looking at it made me self-concious.

But despite all the money my parents had thrown into my treatment, I still felt shooting pains up my leg every time I walked. I still couldn't get the creatures' growling, and the flash of moonlight on their fur as they attacked us, out of my head. It replayed each night, a new addition to the nightmare every time. One where Michael died, another where the creatures came into my home, attacking my family too. Even though the police had assured me and my parents multiple times that they'd shot the animals so many times there was no possible way they had survived, even if it had escaped their traps. But I still wasn't convinced.

Ever since that day, my friends told me I'd been even more silent than usual. I smiled less, and I seemed to enjoy life a little less. I wasn't the only one. Michael, too, seemed haunted by the creatures. Ever since that night he'd been constantly agitated, snapping at the slightest suggestion he was different. I'd thought maybe he'd come around eventually, but as the days wore on it became worse. Even around me he was upset, and it hurt. There were few people in this world I loved, and to lose even one hurt so badly. I'd begged him time and time again to tell me what was wrong, that I could help him through it. I told him I'd go to therapy with him if he needed it, but this only made him more distant.

I'd tried calling him so many times, but it went straight to voice mail. I left messages that went quickly from simple "Mike? Could you please call me back when you get this message? Bye." to "Mike? Mike! Why won't you answer? I need you to call me back, please!" But no matter how much pleading I did, he still wouldn't look at me straight in the hallways at school. Just when I'd been prepared to call him and tell him it was over, that I couldn't have a relationship with a ghost, he called. I'd half expected picking it up that he'd called me for the same reason I'd wanted to call him just then, but instead he invited me to a picnic in a secluded clearing in the forest. Full of wildflowers and trees fallen by strong winds, it had been our romantic getaway for so long. No one but us knew about it, and I doubted anyone would. I wanted it to be ours forever and ever, remaining the same just as I'd foolishly hoped when I'd begun dating him only a few weeks before we'd discovered it.

I went there with a pale straw basket full of sandwiches, homemade lemonade, and apples fresh from our backyard; all of Michael's favorites. I'd spent many days in my endless backyard with him picking the apples and having throwing contests. Michael always won, but he'd still give me the prize; a handful of old Halloween candy. It had been our favorite past time when we'd been dating a few years ago, but nowadays we spent our time in our secret grotto or holding hands on our way to class or at local restaurants owned by the families of people we knew. They were days I'd taken advantage of in the past, and I regretted it now. When I came up to Michael and sat down next to him, showing him the contents, he only nodded slowly. He looked at me then, as if trying to figure out what these things meant, and it upset me. What was the world coming to when Michael began to treat me like a total stranger?

I only pushed a sandwich his way, nibbling on my own and looking at everything but him. I could still feel his eyes boring into the side of my head as I chatted idly about homework and how my therapy was going. I didn't bring up the beasts. I didn't try to talk to him about the distance between us. I knew I would only be met with silence. I knew I sounded like a complete idiot by ignoring their existences, but I didn't dare try to bring up our issues. I just wanted things to be the way they used to be.

"Chloe, stop."

The reprisal was so sudden I paused halfway through my speech about my progress on the five page essay Mr. Bell has assigned us in History.

"You and I both know I called you out here for a reason, and it's time I told you."

Here it was. The end of it. Images of us innocently tossing apples, accidentally hitting Old Man Robinson's dog upside the head and running full out, away from the grumpy old coot, kissing in this very clearing, flashed through my mind. Was all of it for nothing?

"Chloe, we're not the same people we used to be since that day. Me more than you. I know you don't want to see the truth, but maybe it's best if we just - -"

"STOP IT!" I shouted, covering my ears with my paws. Why was he doing this to me, to us? Was it worth it? "We can fix this, I know we can! Can't we just try?"

"Chloe, you have no idea how much you'd have to put up with if you stayed with me, how much danger you'd put yourself in," he tried to plead with me, but I wouldn't listen.

"Michael, haven't we put too much into this to let it go?"

Michael paused, uncertain of what to say in response to that. I started to pack up my basket of food. If this was over, then I'd walk away with some dignity left. I wouldn't beg him to take me back.

"Chloe."

The emotion in that one word made me turn back. I wasn't prepared for what I saw then. The person I faced wasn't the Michael I knew. He didn't look anything like the Michael I knew, and it frightened me. Instead I found myself staring into the eyes of one of the creatures that had haunted my nightmares for months now. The creatures that had stolen my leg right out from under me.

"Chloe, I know this looks bad, but I - - "

"NO!" I screamed, and I ran as fast and far as my prosthetic leg would take me. The creatures weren't gone.

No, it had taken the form of my boyfriend.

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Michael watched his girlfriend hobble out of the clearing. He turned from the sight of it, unable to see her in so much pain. In pain because of him, because of what he'd become. He was guilty of bringing up every frightening thing that had happened that day, from the stares and whispers to the pain of being attacked by the creatures that had turned him into one of them.

He'd come to the clearing that day to break up, for her sake. He'd foolishly imagined that if he showed her, maybe she'd be okay with it. Or that she'd just accept the break up and let it go. Instead, she'd run from him. He knew she would; it had been the whole reason he'd shown her in the first place rather than act like nothing was wrong like she was. And now she was alone.

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I braved school the next day, certain I'd find him with a haunted look on his face. Every time something bad happened between us, he'd give me that same look, but I didn't see him that day. A day turned into a week, then a month, then finals week. By that time I'd caught up with my work and begun to cram for finals, only a few days away, but he still didn't show. I'd heard various rumors that he'd been caught on film breaking into a convenience store and was sent to juvie - obviously a lie - or that his family had made a sudden transfer, his decision. The distance was beginning to drive me mad. I went to our clearing often to ease the loneliness and tried to forget about him, like everyone suggested. They called him a jerk for leaving me in the dark, but I knew better. What would I say to them, that I'd run out on him because he'd become one of the creatures that had attacked us that night?

One day, sick of finals, I'd wandered into the forest until I found myself in our clearing. I sat on the fallen tree and peered into the sunset, remembering it, willing this to be the last time I worried about these things. I was time to let go. But then, as if by some sort of fate, I spied him coming into the clearing. I got up, as if to run, but he stopped me.

"Chloe, do I really frighten you that much?"

I was surprised by the pain I heard in his voice them. I'd spent this whole time thinking I was the one betrayed and yet he . . . He seemed even more hurt. It struck me that maybe he'd been hurt more than I'd been hurt by the sight of him, when I'd run so hurriedly. What kind of girlfriend was I?

"I-I won't run again, I promise!" I shouted, suddenly determined. I didn't want to let this go? Then I'd better own up.

Michael only smirked to himself, like this show of determination amused him.

"Well, I didn't know I could get that kind of reaction from you."

I blushed, but I stepped closed, nuzzling him. I'd been his the entire time, and he'd known that. He'd only home schooled with his mother because he knew I'd need time to get over this.

"I knew you'd come back to me eventually."

( Ah! I'm really sorry for writing so much. ;^; I just got really caught up. x.x )

Dear Sir or Madam...
Username: iMoony
Name: Anne Duncan
Personality: Anne has always been a bit odd. Not in the sense that no one likes her, quite the opposite! She thinks differently than others and easily draw people to her, but she keeps her distance from them emotionally. It's always been as if she wanted to avoid having friends. Even when she was invited to sleep over after sleep over and party after party, Anne avoided staying at anyone's house during the night. She didn't even go to the movies unless it was a matenne! However, she's nice enough and more than willing to lend classmates her notes when they're sick. They even repay the favor! Her only real oddity has been since she entered highschool she has a tendency to look very scared sometimes.
Prompt Response:
To the teachers and students of _____ High;

First and foremost, I'm sorry. I did not mean to do what I did... It was a moment of weakness. I've been strong for so long, but the other night it was just too easy to give in. Especially with /her/ around. She was dominate, it was easy to tell. Like in any pack there is a leader and then there are followers. Since there are not many of us in this area, she needed a follower, someone to comand. The instant I stepped foot into this school, I knew life was going to be even more hellish.

For a whole year I've been fighting against her, making sure never to take her class. Unlike omegas and betas, an alpha cannot tell when others are around until they meet face to face. It was easy to avoid her in halls as I ducked into classrooms or bathrooms when I felt her presence coming toward me. But I made a mistake.

Normally I keep myself locked away, making sure never to harm others, filling myself up before the night falls. I forgot, however, the other night because I got caught up in my real life. Love had hit me, you see? I had been asked out! Who could resist such temptation? My mind was fully on that, so when the night fell, I was not prepared.

And who should be wondering by the woods behind my house? The very alpha I've been trying to avoid, of course. It took only a moment before I was lost to her demands. Any control I had gained over myself in the time I had been like this was gone, all of me belonged to her.

I know I will never be forgiven, but I wanted him to know that I was sorry, that not all of us are bad, that HE can be okay. Just avoid her at all costs... Just avoid becoming lost to the beast.

~Anonymous