I was alone in a huge field of grass. The wind ruffled my fur. Strange. I didn't remember getting any First Signs.
Further
thought revealed several facts. First of all, I was in norm-shape.
Second of all, the kind of grass was a dead giveaway that I was in
Africa. Briefly wondering what species I was, I turned my head around to
look at myself.
There was nothing. Literally nothing. Behind my head was only air.
My
eyes snapped open. I was still in my room. I was also still Unchanged.
No way I was going to be able to get anymore sleep. If Changing was
stressful, as people said it was, then waiting for the Change was that
tenfold. I laughed bitterly to myself. Those who had Changed without
expecting it in one rush, twenty years ago, were the lucky ones. Callous
I suppose, but still...
I sat down at my workstation and hit the on
button on the home-made computer. A VERY noisy fan tried, and failed, to
cool the computer enough for it to be on more than five seconds. I
flipped the switch again. Nothing.
One block of dry ice later, I was at the computer. The Network was online.
Allow
me to explain. A year ago, in my freshman year at high school, a friend
of mine by the name of Dave started Music of the Spheres. Technically,
it is a band. On the other hand, we did not have musical instruments,
and, even if we did, none of us could play a note, at least not well.
Music of the Spheres uses floating orbs about the size of your fist in
place of drums, keyboards, and clarinets, and computer algorithms in
place of musicians.
Most of us couldn't believe our ears when; after
having those little robots blare the kind of dramatic sounds that you
get in the opening credits a science fiction series; we got a thunderous
applause. In fact, I was convinced for the next week that everybody was
playing a gigantic practical joke on us. In the year that followed, we
turned Music of the Spheres from a simple band into a sort of elite
group which primary purpose was simply being a bunch of laid-back,
highly intelligent techies. To accomplish this, we developed the
Network. With a bit of help from a Technomancer, Dave designed a system
of computers that make use of a ghost zone in the radio wave
frequencies, much like a remote control. It was technically illegal, but
it operated on such a short range that nobody noticed.
The Network
originally consisted of the computers of myself, Dave, and the other
three members: Tobias, Nikki, and Icestar. No, that wasn't his actual
name (Sam), but that's what everybody called him, since his parents are a
Cyrokinetic and a Plasma Breather. But I digress.
After a few
minutes of searching through all the data gathered by the combined
sensors of the Network, I finally found what I wanted. Our Change
status.
Still nothing. Hopefully the Change would happen this weekend, but I doubted it.
I hate being human.
I
zipped down the street, weaving around obstacles. Behind me, I heard
people jeering at me. Strangely, I couldn't make out the words. Usually I
was all too aware of them. All of the sudden I lost my balance and
crashed to the ground. It felt as if my ear was rearranging itself.
In
fact, I was pretty sure my ear WAS rearranging itself. I've heard of
inconvenient times to have the Change, but being chased by a couple of
jocks was probably the worse time it could happen to me.
I had just
staggered to my feet when the first one caught up to me and slammed his
fist into my chin. I heard my bones crack. Out of the corner of my eye I
saw Nikki sprinting towards me. Thank goodness we lived close to each
other. The two Neanderthals didn't see her until it was too late,
earning the porcupine-morph a firm punch to the head.
Unfortunately,
while Nikki was busy trying to avoid the porcupine-morph's quills so she
could get in another hit, the wolf kicked her in the head, then kept
attacking her while she was on the ground. No lower than I expected of
Spike and Peter.
In the end, Nikki and I finally managed to stagger
into the school, leaning on each other slightly for support. I went into
the nurse's office to be sent to the Change Doctor, and Nikki went to
her Trigonometry class.
I sat in the Change Doctor's waiting
room. My parents, both mid-Degree wolves, sat next to me. Or rather, my
mother sat next to me, and my father was lying on his belly in
norm-shape, one ear cocked towards the door.
All at once, I heard a voice.
Hey. You.
I looked around. No one was talking to me.
Nope.
I got up. "I'm going outside for a breath of air."
My father looked at me. We'll call you when it's time, he projected into my head.
Five minutes of searching showed nothing. I had just given up when I heard the voice again.
For someone who so acutely studies the Change, you don't know much.
I looked around. Still nothing.
I'm in your head.
Oh. Can you hear me? I thought hard.
I AM in your head.
So I'm a split-personality?
Yep.
Well damn. Just what I needed: an instinct-driven side of me capable of completely taking over my body.
Relax. I don't plan on taking over your body. Though it IS technically mine as well.
Sensing that, if my 'other side' was anything like me-
I am.
-the discussion had drawn to a close, I went back inside.
"The
news is good. Mid-Degree cheetah morph. DNA shows 80% probability for
Norm-shifting, Cyrokinesis, and Technomancy; and a 50% chance for the
Biology power group. There is chance of complications arising from...."
The
voice continued, but I was no longer listening. I had become aware of a
sudden instinct of some sort nagging at the back of my head, and feline
curiosity forced me to see what it was.
All of the sudden, I felt a rush of fear. My eyes slid towards the Change Doctor. She was a lion morph.
Lions kill cheetahs in cold blood.
This could be very bad.
Without
myself commanding them to do so, I rose up to my feet and fur flowed
over my body. My last thought before I blacked out was, THIS IS TURNING OUT TO BE A HELL OF A DAY, ISN'T IT?
Trying
to regain control of my body- and receive any sensory imput- was like
trying not to drown when you're ten feet under the surface in an ocean
of molasses. I had just about given up when I saw a bit of spotted fur
out of the corner of my eye. It wasn't mine. It was the sentient side of
my instincts. He was also struggling to get out.
I thought that you did this, I thought to him.
Nope. He surged ahead of me. Grab my tail.
I did. Blue light flashed all around us, and then we appeared above the
sea of molasses. When we hit the ground, it felt as if I had landed on
concrete. I wasn't injured physically, but I could still feel. I lay
there for a few seconds, expecting myself to sink back, but I didn't. I
tapped the surface with my finger. It was frozen solid.