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 Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:00 am
With Newt gone, Sid sat and stared at the typewriter for several minutes. Until at last he rose and grabbed the weed he'd exchanged earlier. He'd figure something out.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:38 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 5:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 6:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 11:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 8:12 pm
A decent-sized geode half has been left by the door of your duplex. It appears to have been cleaned off very recently, and the crystals have distinct color even when not being held up to light. There is no note. 
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 12:06 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 8:01 pm
Everything was a blur, and for once it wasn't thanks to the influence of something. Sid remembered tests, and more tests, and then a bit of monitoring for good measure. It could have been much worse, he was really very lucky in that respect.
Lucky. He’d heard that a lot in his life. He was lucky his first wife simply walked out on him, that she did it before the book was published. He was lucky that one bad overdose didn’t kill him, that his second wife had been stupid enough to accept his proposal there in the hospital, and that she put up with his bullshit as long as she had. He was lucky his third wife hadn’t hit anything vital when she stabbed him. He was lucky his liver wasn't picked, his lungs weren’t ash, and his brain wasn’t pudding. He was lucky the worst of his criminal infractions consisted of the odd speeding ticket or citation for public drunkenness. He was incredibly lucky he’d never been busted for possession.
He was just lucky to be alive. They'd said the same thing months ago, back in the hospital after the accident.
Right, the accident. Hadn't thought about that in a while.
He was lucky the motorcycle accident hadn’t killed him. He was lucky he had veered to the right just so, meaning that his leg could have been dragged under it for much longer if the angle had been slightly different. Momma always said he’d end up in a ditch somewhere. He was lucky the family in the minivan he’d almost hit had four cell phones between them, one for every member that was past teething, if not for that he might have died in that ditch. His right knee was salvageable and that lovely family graciously decided not to press charges. Lucky. Unfortunately he was knee-deep in debt even before the accident. Even more unfortunately, when his second wife and only daughter showed up it was only to announce they wanted nothing more to do with him. He was very lucky then, with no money and no family left, to get the offer for free physical therapy.
Lucky, lucky him.
It could always be worse. He could be dead. Better to be alive and some freakish half man, half than dead, right?
Sure.
Sid rolled over in bed- his bed, at last- and stared at the wall. Funny, he didn't miss home anymore, though home was a shitty apartment back in Seattle so that was no big surprise. He hadn't even thought about Emily in a long time. That was all lost now. Crying about it wouldn't help.
Neither would drinking, but goddamn he really wanted just one good drink...
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 8:55 pm
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 9:02 am
"Hangovers" the morning after nights that you could swear that you didn't drink is never a good sign. You feel naseous, lightheaded, achy and.... there is the telltale itch on the back of your arm. After that... it is only a matter of time. Before too long, the slimy scaly skin begins to spread over more of you body, dropping body hair wherever it touches. Your entire torso, your neck, encroaching in patches of your head, and most of your arms and legs. Your legs and arms begin to flatten and widen, the finger-like spines begin to expand outwards from your hands and feet - the webbing stretching between them. And during the process, the muscle tissues on your legs begin to be replaced with newer tissue.... you can't tell over the pain of the changes, but your legs strengthen... become more flexible... Your tail lenthens slowly and painfully, the fin on your back and the attached lure likewise lengthen, and strengthen. Then it spreads to your jaw. Before, it seemed like you had too many teeth for your mouth. Now your mouth seems to be correcting that problem. Your bottom jaw juts out, your jawbones reshape to give you the ability to open your mouth to an incredible degree.... and just behind your jaw a flaring pain ensues as slits open in your neck, exposing fresh gills to the air.
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 1:42 pm
Sid was doing so good. He hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, and while he'd only hidden his other stuff rather than destroyed it, he'd managed to stay away. It was a bad sign that he couldn't bring himself to just get rid of it all, but he managed, so what did it matter?
He was sleeping better, though these days he mostly slept during the day for the sake of his eyes, and the heart attack was fading in memory along with all the other unpleasant s**t he'd be subjected to on the island- filed away with the murder, the Halloween trail, and the previous changes.
When he woke at night feeling nauseous and achy, there was no way he could write it off as another hangover, not after the last two times. Not knowing what to do, he went outside. He moved quickly, and was mildly disappointed to find the village square deserted at night. Who would help if he did find anyone? No one, so he kept walking. He almost went for the lake, but remembering Billy and Awen he took a detour for the river instead. He started to feel hot just as the water was in sight, and as he made it to the water's edge he looked down to see the scales were spreading.
He tried to stay calm, tried to take deep breaths, but it was no use. Within seconds he was panting, his heart racing. The terror he felt was more over fear he'd have another heart attack in the middle of things than the fact he was losing a bit more humanity. He staggered forward, into the water, but his changing limbs- down the the widening of his hands and feet- tripped him up. He fell forward into the shallows with a splash, his hands going out to break his fall while they were still widening. The water felt icy compared to the feverish heat coming off him, and as his tail began to lengthen he realized what he felt in his limbs was nothing compared to that. He clenched his jaw as best he could, desperately trying not to scream. The psycho wolf girl was probably still out there somewhere, but at the moment he was just as fearful of anyone else stumbling upon him.
He dragged himself forward, barely able to think straight in the midst of things. Despite the searing pain in his back, he was surprised to find the lure spine suddenly dangling right in front of his eyes, the light from it pulsing in time with his frantic breathing, getting stronger along with the rest of his glowing scales. His mouth sagged open. For a moment it was numb awe, but when it passed he was unable to close it. He could hear the grinding of bones as his jaw reshaped itself. The pain, along with the noise that seemed to fill his head, made it impossible to keep from screaming. It echoed through the trees, and by the time it ended his mouth was sagging up incredibly, disturbing wide.
Exhausted, Sid fell forward into the water, his limbs shaking too much to hold him up above it. He didn't care if he choked now, didn't care if that was his hair he saw floating in the water around him. With his mouth closed he could see his teeth better than ever before, and it made him laugh to think he'd been so worried about that after his first change.
The searing pain in his neck, after that brief moment of delirious peace, surprised him enough to make him suck in a mouth full of air. He sat up and coughed furiously, only to find by the time it was over that he could feel air rushing past the slits.
"Ah, s**t," he groaned, his voice hoarse. Gills... Well, it was inevitable, wasn't it? He reached up and touched one with one elongated spine, then jerked it away at the odd sensation. He paused and held his arm out, staring at the new spines that had emerged. He could only imagine how bad he looked now. Reminded of that, of all the screaming he'd done, he looked around warily. Someone was bound to come investigate. He looked down at the water uncertainly. If he gills didn't work, he'd find out very quickly. If they did... Hell, why come back up?
He closed his eyes and dove. After a few seconds, when the initial panic faded and he realized he wasn't drowning, buried instincts finally found the opportunity to assert themselves. Deeper. He had to go deeper. He swam for the lake, forgetting why he had avoided it in the first place, but no matter how far down he went, it wasn't enough.
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