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The Hidden Life - Prologue

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  1. March 20, 2015
  2. 2:35 AM
  3. ...clop clop clop...
  4.  
  5. Fear riding towards me, its keen eyes staring into my soul as I run to safety.
  6.  
  7. ...Clop Clop Clop...
  8.  
  9. No rest, only running, one misstep is all it takes.
  10.  
  11. ...CLOP CLOP CLOP...
  12.  
  13. The final moment, a root, a rock, some curse of mother nature, it messes me up.
  14.  
  15. ...CLOP...Clop...clop...
  16.  
  17. A claw grabs me by the neck and lifts me up. I dangle helplessly as I feel the eerie emerald eyes scan me before boring into my own. Everything goes black as I hear the being's voice.
  18. "The time has come."
  19.  
  20. 7:18 AM
  21. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
  22.  
  23. Ugh... thank goodness my alarm clock woke me up. Who knows what my mind would have done with one more minute.
  24.  
  25. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
  26.  
  27. Alrighty then, time to turn it off.
  28.  
  29. BEEP BEEP CRASH
  30.  
  31. Weird. Why did it crash? Did I knock it down by accident. Oh well, time to pick it up and OH MY GOD WHERE IS MY HAND WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY HANDS
  32.  
  33. Wide awake now, I look closely at the golden stumps to see that my hands are indeed gone. Replaced by some hard stump thingies. And covered in fur.
  34.  
  35. Wait.
  36.  
  37. I brush the hand-stumps near my head and bring in front of me my locks of yellow and white hair. I check further to see my ears have changed to on top of my head and a single horn has appeared on my forehead, upon which I immediately scream like a little girl.
  38. Like a girl?
  39.  
  40. "Ricky? Did something happen?" calls a familiar voice.
  41. Oh shit, I think my mom just heard me.
  42. "Ricky? Is everything alright?" I hear, followed by footsteps.
  43. I panic, and quickly pull up the covers and try to give a rough voice.
  44. "Yeah... I just *cough* feel sick is all," I try to answer in as masculine a voice as I can muster.
  45. "Well, your friend Jeff just came by and wanted to ask you a question before you go."
  46. Jeff too? Shit, no getting outta this then. Dude was a hardcore detective man; nothing escaped him.
  47. I take a deep breath. "Come in." I finally answer.
  48.  
  49. I hear the door swing open and a few footsteps towards the bed. I sweat as the steps slow down.
  50. "Is everything okay, Ricky?" my mom asks.
  51. Fuck it, she'll learn eventually. I reluctantly take down the sheets, and I see my mom's blue eyes go wide as Jeff stands there unfazed. I gulp. "Morning, mom." I chike out in my now female voice.
  52. "What the hell are you?!" is all she yells before she lunges at me. I flinch and try to brace myself, but Jeff has stepped in between us and is now holding her back.
  53. "Mrs. Jones, please calm down," Jeff says in his calm voice, trying to calm down my mother, but she won't listen.
  54. "What have you done with my son?! WHERE IS MY RICKY?!?!"
  55. "Mrs. Jones, please, Rick is right there."
  56. "WHERE?! WHERE IS HE?!?!"
  57.  
  58. This'll never end. I look her in the eye, and exhale deeply. "Mom, it's me, Ricky. You gave me that nickname when I was four. I was upset when you kept calling me that in 5th grade, and never bothered to do anything about it."
  59. Then it snapped. The beast no longer roaring and clawing, she only managed a single murmur. "Ricky?"
  60. "It's me, Anna," I reply with a nod, using her first name to further drive home the point.
  61. She looks like she's about to fall when Jeff catches her. "Don't worry, Mrs. Jones, I just want to talk with him. I'll get back to you when I'm done. Don't call the police or anything, I can handle it."
  62.  
  63. Mom slowly walks out of the room as Jeff closes the door. "Sorry, I had no idea you were struck with it too."
  64. I shrug. "I just found out about this today, and I-"
  65. Wait a moment.
  66. "What do you mean 'struck with it too'?"
  67. Jeff chuckles. "Right, I didn't tell you at all..."
  68. He heads towards the door and motions towards me. "C'mon, I'd rather talk it with your mom too."
  69. "Talk? About what?"
  70. He grins. "Some plan of mine I made for us."
  71.  
  72. Whatever. I start down and notice two things as I fall on my face.
  73. "You alright?" Jeff asks, scooping me up.
  74. "Yeah," I respond. "But I'm missing something."
  75. "And what is that?"
  76. I blush a maddening red as he cradles me in his arm. I feel something happen between my legs. Jeff instinctually pulls back his right arm, confusion spread across his face.
  77. "Rick, why is my arm wet?"
  78. If it wasn't obvious how much of a rose my face was then, it was now.
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