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Victim 2 (part 1)

Posted by fmaftw - March 29th, 2011


Victim 2 (part 1)
42 Queen Street, Glebe NSW 2037*,Sydney, Australia. 2006
"Dammit, I'm bored," I complain to Zachary, the werewolfen tribemaster says. He's also my master. He teaches me the ways of the werewolve...or something.
"You're always bored on the new moon." Zachary replies.The new moon is when werewolves are at their least powerful. "Why don't you go hunting?" asks Zachary.
"With a bow and arrows? How dishonorable! You are going against your own teachings? You are a disgrace to your subordinates, Tribemaster." I poke fun at him.
Zachary is sitting at the computer screen learning how to type. I am sitting at the ratty couch we own. The computer is behind me so I turn my head upside down over the baseboard to look at him.
"Sigh. How did I get stuck with the likes of you?" He asks no one.
"Luck of the draw." I mean that literally. Werewolves are given status based on a roll of a twenty sided die. If you got a 1, you were to become the next Tribemaster. A 2 would be Tribemaster's Assisstant, and so on, with the worst roll being 20. I smile evilly at Zachary.
"Dammit, Shannon! Go meditate in the study or something!"Zachary throws a loose brick at me that he pried from the wall. I dodge while laghing, but do what he says, because ,if he really hated me, he could have me killed for no reason. Zachary tends to throw what's nearest to him when he's angry, which is why he threw that brick.
In the study, I sit on the ground, looking up at the pictures hanging on the wall. The pictures are portraits of former werewolfen Tribemasters.
As I close my eyes, I begin meditating the way Zachary taught me: Think of who you are, who you're not, and who you want to be. Create an image of one's self by describing your life, Zachary told me, all those years ago when I was just ten.
I begin with the first thing: Who am I? I am Shannon Wilde*, future Tribemaster. I was born in 1990 on the fourth day of the first month. Six years ago, I won the Roll Ceremony. I have trained under Tribemaster Zachary for those six years. Every Tribemaster has to dye their hair bleach blonde as a recognition thing, but I do not appreciate being called a slut. I can't remember my original hair color. I have lived in Japan, America, Egypt, and Poland with Tribemaster Zachary. I miss my family, even though we never had very good social status among werewolves because their numbers were 15 and 17. I especially miss my sister, Summer Brooke*, because we're twins and because her roll was a 13. I am the way I am because I loved me.
Who am I not? This one is easy. I am not a vampire, slayer, or Caster. I am not evil or good. I am not a boy. I am not my parent's mistake. I am not going to rule the world.
Who I want to be? I want to be my parent's gift. I want to save the world. I want to be the change I want to see in the world. I want to save the world. I want to save the world. IwanttosavetheworldIwanttosavetheworld Iwanttosavetheworld!
End Part 1
*Note: the asterisks indicate that a name or place is real but is used ficticiously.
Tell me what you think of Shannon. I've never written about werewolves so I hope it's alright. Please comment :)
Eternally yours,
Marishka


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