Post by numbuht0 on Jul 23, 2005 1:42:50 GMT
This is the first chapter of a fic i thought up last night.
It happens weeks after operation: H.O.U.N.D. What happens if Were-Poodles can pass their curse like Were-Wolves. What happens if Abby picks it up.
To the Dogs
Chapter 1
“Come on girls! Time for dinner with the rice and the peas and the steak and oh you know what I mean.” Mr. Lincoln finished with a small chuckle. His daughters, Cree and Abby, entered the dining room and sat at the table. Abby placed herself across from Cree and would give her ‘death’ stares occasionally. If the sister’s eyes ever met they would scowl before returning to eating. When they finished they cleared the table.
“Now you girls run upstairs and do your homework, you know with the paper and the pencils and…”
“DAD! We know okay!” Cree growled at her father. He was taken aback.
“Well um okay then.” Cree stormed up the stairs and Abby followed more quietly then her teenage sister. Abby had an essay that was due tomorrow, and being the A student she was Abby knew this was going to take awhile. Of course about an hour later she had done about half of what was required. Abby leaned back in her chair and sighed deeply. When she did her breath caught. Something in the house smelt delicious. But dinner was over and it didn’t exactly smell like food. It wasn’t her stash of candy either. This was a new smell. Whatever it was Abby wanted to find it, her mouth was watering because of it. She started out of her room but when she did the smell begun to fade. Abby glanced around her room. She grabbed for her candy, but it wasn’t where the smell was coming from. Giving up for the moment she returned to her homework. Abby placed her head against the desk in defeat. When she did though she found the origin of the smell. With confusion overpowering her, she brought her homework to her nose.
“Oh Numbuh 5 girl, you need a break from all this homework, it’s getting to you.” She went downstairs and got a glass of water.
“Alright what could possibly be wrong with you girl.” She spoke to herself, “I mean it’s not like you’re a Were-Poodle or anything.” She joked without really thinking. She stopped and really thought about it. Looking at the 3 parallel scratches on her arms, she begun to get worried. Only about 2 weeks ago she was attacked by Valerie, who turned out to secretly be a Were-Poodle. Were-Poodles were a lot like their more commonly known counterpart, Were-Wolves. They were savage beasts that hunted down Honor students with good homework. Abby believed from movies, that Were-Wolves can make people Were-Wolves to by biting them, or scratching them. Is it possible that Valerie did that to Abby? Abby pulled out her KND communicator quickly.
“Numbuh 1, you there? Numbuh 1 its Numbuh 5.” She spoke into the communicator.
“Yes, Numbuh 5 what is it?” Numbuh 1’s accented voice replied.
“Listen is it okay if I come over? I know we are supposed to spend tonight with our family but it’s urgent.” She reasoned, knowing what he would say beforehand. She heard Numbuh 1 mumble.
“Um…Okay but quickly.” He urged. Numbuh 5 saw the calendar as she headed out the door.
“Oh sorry I forgot it was Thursday. Family dinner and movie night.” She apologized.
“No I’m sure Dad picked out some stupid movie anyways. Besides my parents like you, they never mind when you come over.” He said in an almost mocking tone.
“I guess that’s the price I pay for being you first friend in the US huh?” She joked back, “Hey tomorrows going to be a full moon. Okay I’m leavin’ the house, be there in a sec.” She said before he could reply. She turned off the communicator and ran to Nigel’s house. It was 3 houses down and across the street. She made it there in less than a minute. Walking in without even knocking she was greeted by Mr. Uno.
“Oh Abigail I didn’t know you were coming over.” He said smiling.
“I won’t be long I promise.” She said trying to walk away. Mr. Uno laughed.
“Nonsense, stay as long as you want.” Abby smiled at his generosity. The Uno’s had always been like a second family to her. She finally found her chance to break away and went straight up to the tree house. Nigel was already up there waiting for her. He smiled at her when she entered.
“So what’s so urgent that you had to rush here?” He asked losing his smile and turning serious. Abby moved to the computers.
“Just, um…research.” She said. Nigel cocked his head to one side.
“For Ms. Thompson’s essay and this is something you couldn’t do at home?” He asked sarcastically.
“Its…personal.” Abby replied quietly. Nigel looked at her in concern.
“Abby…” He said softly. Abby turned to face him. Rarely ever did they call each other by their names. It had been so long…
“Is everything alright?” He finally asked. Abby didn’t want to tell her suspicions until she knew if they were right or wrong, but she does trust Nigel.
“Well…” She started. She put her arm in front of Nigel. “I got this from Valerie when she was a Were-Poodle, and…” Abby had turned back to the computer and was scanning the information. She stopped when her eyes fell on what she had been looking for. Nigel noticed this and looked to the screen.
“Were-Poodles are homework eating versions of Were-Wolves. People who are born Were-Poodles can normally control transformations, but people who contract the ‘curse’ lose control at times, commonly at night and on full moons. To contract the ‘curse’ you must have been scratched or bitten by a Were-Poodle and it must have drawn blood.” Nigel read out-loud.
“Numbuh 5 that scratch bled didn’t it?” He asked, his voice quavered as if he was scared. Abby was just staring at the scars. Softly she said,
“It did.” She looked up at Nigel. She gazed into his sunglasses, his blue eyes barely visible behind them. She could tell he was worrying about her. He suddenly looked like he realized something. His eyes scanned the screen again.
“Numbuh 5, you said tomorrow’s a full moon right?” He asked quickly.
“Yeah…why?” She said looking back at the computer. He pointed to one line. ‘But people who contract the ‘curse’ lose control at times, commonly at night and on full moons.’ Abby sighed loudly.
“Could this get any worse?” She exasperated, “Listen I’m going to head home, think things through. I’ll call you if anything…happens.” She said with a slight pause. With a quick goodbye she ran back to her house. Her dad greeted her at the door.
“Where were you little missy?” He asked sternly. Abby knew he was mad the second he didn’t start on, ‘with the…’
“Sorry Dad I had to run to Nigel’s and give him something for, um, school tomorrow. I was in a hurry and forgot to tell you that I was leaving.” She said quickly. He bought it and let her go.
“Alright but now I want you to go to bed.” He said and pointed upstairs. She climbed them until she was out of sight then she ran to her room and finished her essay quickly. She had to ignore the fact that she wanted to eat her homework.
“Well at least I know this essay’s good.” She chuckled when she finally finished. She brushed her teeth and climbed into bed. She hardly got any sleep because she kept aching. It was like a deep down ache, in her bones and in her muscles, kinda like growth pains. Abby got up and got ready for school. On the bus she would start to nod off but something would always wake her up, from laughter to high-pitched girly squeals. Of course whenever these wouldn’t wake her up, Numbuh 4 would by elbowing her. Abby’s nose was filled with the smells of different homework; it was starting to give her a headache. The only thing that made her smile about it was Numbuh 4 hadn’t done his homework. She really didn’t want to smell that. When she finally made it to school the smell had become much, much, much worse. Not only could she smell EVERY single kid’s homework, now it was mixed with schoolwork. After sitting through her first few classes she finally got to Ms. Thompson’s. She almost couldn’t give up her paper because it smelt so good. She heard Valerie, who sat next to her, take a big whiff of it too.
“Good job Abby, that’s an A for sure.” She chuckled. Abby gave her an annoyed glare, but stopped and replaced it with a warm smile. Valerie looked confused because of it but ignored her. After class Abby grabbed Valerie.
“Listen girl, all rivalries aside right now, I-I need your help.” Abby said almost weakly.
“What finally realizing you need me to do your homework? Figures.”
She mocked. Abby grabbed the neck of her shirt.
“You infected me, you mutt. Now I’m cursed, tonight’s a full moon. I’m begging ya’ girl, help me.” Abby said. Valerie was staring at her wide eyed.
“I…I cursed you? Really? I didn’t know I could…Full moon tonight, crud. Girl you better have some place where you can be away from people. You are going to be pretty vicious with the first transformation. You might want some of your old homework with you too.” Valerie advised. Abby was pretty shocked that she actually helped her. Valerie looked a little upset.
“So, I’m sorry I got you into this mess.” Valerie held out her hand, “Friends?” Abby took it
“Friends.”
so whaddya think?
It happens weeks after operation: H.O.U.N.D. What happens if Were-Poodles can pass their curse like Were-Wolves. What happens if Abby picks it up.
To the Dogs
Chapter 1
“Come on girls! Time for dinner with the rice and the peas and the steak and oh you know what I mean.” Mr. Lincoln finished with a small chuckle. His daughters, Cree and Abby, entered the dining room and sat at the table. Abby placed herself across from Cree and would give her ‘death’ stares occasionally. If the sister’s eyes ever met they would scowl before returning to eating. When they finished they cleared the table.
“Now you girls run upstairs and do your homework, you know with the paper and the pencils and…”
“DAD! We know okay!” Cree growled at her father. He was taken aback.
“Well um okay then.” Cree stormed up the stairs and Abby followed more quietly then her teenage sister. Abby had an essay that was due tomorrow, and being the A student she was Abby knew this was going to take awhile. Of course about an hour later she had done about half of what was required. Abby leaned back in her chair and sighed deeply. When she did her breath caught. Something in the house smelt delicious. But dinner was over and it didn’t exactly smell like food. It wasn’t her stash of candy either. This was a new smell. Whatever it was Abby wanted to find it, her mouth was watering because of it. She started out of her room but when she did the smell begun to fade. Abby glanced around her room. She grabbed for her candy, but it wasn’t where the smell was coming from. Giving up for the moment she returned to her homework. Abby placed her head against the desk in defeat. When she did though she found the origin of the smell. With confusion overpowering her, she brought her homework to her nose.
“Oh Numbuh 5 girl, you need a break from all this homework, it’s getting to you.” She went downstairs and got a glass of water.
“Alright what could possibly be wrong with you girl.” She spoke to herself, “I mean it’s not like you’re a Were-Poodle or anything.” She joked without really thinking. She stopped and really thought about it. Looking at the 3 parallel scratches on her arms, she begun to get worried. Only about 2 weeks ago she was attacked by Valerie, who turned out to secretly be a Were-Poodle. Were-Poodles were a lot like their more commonly known counterpart, Were-Wolves. They were savage beasts that hunted down Honor students with good homework. Abby believed from movies, that Were-Wolves can make people Were-Wolves to by biting them, or scratching them. Is it possible that Valerie did that to Abby? Abby pulled out her KND communicator quickly.
“Numbuh 1, you there? Numbuh 1 its Numbuh 5.” She spoke into the communicator.
“Yes, Numbuh 5 what is it?” Numbuh 1’s accented voice replied.
“Listen is it okay if I come over? I know we are supposed to spend tonight with our family but it’s urgent.” She reasoned, knowing what he would say beforehand. She heard Numbuh 1 mumble.
“Um…Okay but quickly.” He urged. Numbuh 5 saw the calendar as she headed out the door.
“Oh sorry I forgot it was Thursday. Family dinner and movie night.” She apologized.
“No I’m sure Dad picked out some stupid movie anyways. Besides my parents like you, they never mind when you come over.” He said in an almost mocking tone.
“I guess that’s the price I pay for being you first friend in the US huh?” She joked back, “Hey tomorrows going to be a full moon. Okay I’m leavin’ the house, be there in a sec.” She said before he could reply. She turned off the communicator and ran to Nigel’s house. It was 3 houses down and across the street. She made it there in less than a minute. Walking in without even knocking she was greeted by Mr. Uno.
“Oh Abigail I didn’t know you were coming over.” He said smiling.
“I won’t be long I promise.” She said trying to walk away. Mr. Uno laughed.
“Nonsense, stay as long as you want.” Abby smiled at his generosity. The Uno’s had always been like a second family to her. She finally found her chance to break away and went straight up to the tree house. Nigel was already up there waiting for her. He smiled at her when she entered.
“So what’s so urgent that you had to rush here?” He asked losing his smile and turning serious. Abby moved to the computers.
“Just, um…research.” She said. Nigel cocked his head to one side.
“For Ms. Thompson’s essay and this is something you couldn’t do at home?” He asked sarcastically.
“Its…personal.” Abby replied quietly. Nigel looked at her in concern.
“Abby…” He said softly. Abby turned to face him. Rarely ever did they call each other by their names. It had been so long…
“Is everything alright?” He finally asked. Abby didn’t want to tell her suspicions until she knew if they were right or wrong, but she does trust Nigel.
“Well…” She started. She put her arm in front of Nigel. “I got this from Valerie when she was a Were-Poodle, and…” Abby had turned back to the computer and was scanning the information. She stopped when her eyes fell on what she had been looking for. Nigel noticed this and looked to the screen.
“Were-Poodles are homework eating versions of Were-Wolves. People who are born Were-Poodles can normally control transformations, but people who contract the ‘curse’ lose control at times, commonly at night and on full moons. To contract the ‘curse’ you must have been scratched or bitten by a Were-Poodle and it must have drawn blood.” Nigel read out-loud.
“Numbuh 5 that scratch bled didn’t it?” He asked, his voice quavered as if he was scared. Abby was just staring at the scars. Softly she said,
“It did.” She looked up at Nigel. She gazed into his sunglasses, his blue eyes barely visible behind them. She could tell he was worrying about her. He suddenly looked like he realized something. His eyes scanned the screen again.
“Numbuh 5, you said tomorrow’s a full moon right?” He asked quickly.
“Yeah…why?” She said looking back at the computer. He pointed to one line. ‘But people who contract the ‘curse’ lose control at times, commonly at night and on full moons.’ Abby sighed loudly.
“Could this get any worse?” She exasperated, “Listen I’m going to head home, think things through. I’ll call you if anything…happens.” She said with a slight pause. With a quick goodbye she ran back to her house. Her dad greeted her at the door.
“Where were you little missy?” He asked sternly. Abby knew he was mad the second he didn’t start on, ‘with the…’
“Sorry Dad I had to run to Nigel’s and give him something for, um, school tomorrow. I was in a hurry and forgot to tell you that I was leaving.” She said quickly. He bought it and let her go.
“Alright but now I want you to go to bed.” He said and pointed upstairs. She climbed them until she was out of sight then she ran to her room and finished her essay quickly. She had to ignore the fact that she wanted to eat her homework.
“Well at least I know this essay’s good.” She chuckled when she finally finished. She brushed her teeth and climbed into bed. She hardly got any sleep because she kept aching. It was like a deep down ache, in her bones and in her muscles, kinda like growth pains. Abby got up and got ready for school. On the bus she would start to nod off but something would always wake her up, from laughter to high-pitched girly squeals. Of course whenever these wouldn’t wake her up, Numbuh 4 would by elbowing her. Abby’s nose was filled with the smells of different homework; it was starting to give her a headache. The only thing that made her smile about it was Numbuh 4 hadn’t done his homework. She really didn’t want to smell that. When she finally made it to school the smell had become much, much, much worse. Not only could she smell EVERY single kid’s homework, now it was mixed with schoolwork. After sitting through her first few classes she finally got to Ms. Thompson’s. She almost couldn’t give up her paper because it smelt so good. She heard Valerie, who sat next to her, take a big whiff of it too.
“Good job Abby, that’s an A for sure.” She chuckled. Abby gave her an annoyed glare, but stopped and replaced it with a warm smile. Valerie looked confused because of it but ignored her. After class Abby grabbed Valerie.
“Listen girl, all rivalries aside right now, I-I need your help.” Abby said almost weakly.
“What finally realizing you need me to do your homework? Figures.”
She mocked. Abby grabbed the neck of her shirt.
“You infected me, you mutt. Now I’m cursed, tonight’s a full moon. I’m begging ya’ girl, help me.” Abby said. Valerie was staring at her wide eyed.
“I…I cursed you? Really? I didn’t know I could…Full moon tonight, crud. Girl you better have some place where you can be away from people. You are going to be pretty vicious with the first transformation. You might want some of your old homework with you too.” Valerie advised. Abby was pretty shocked that she actually helped her. Valerie looked a little upset.
“So, I’m sorry I got you into this mess.” Valerie held out her hand, “Friends?” Abby took it
“Friends.”
so whaddya think?