You and I are not alike and you have no idea what it's like to be a lycan. Of course the lime green tag bracelet on my wrist ID's me as a domestic lycanthrope. Meaning I turn into a house cat. A calico cat. And since our lycanthrope population is mostly men, because women can't survive being one of us. I'm forced to join a religion that protects us (from your monogamous and homosexual laws) from humans, to protect our jobs, our paychecks, our home, our land, our lives.
Today, I was sent a very thick envelop with the twelve men I'm suppose to marry without even meeting them, so that I can graduate high school, get a college degree, and actually have persmission from your government to drive a vehicle. The reason behind this, is because people like you, assume a lycanthrope that isn't married or lives in a pack is dangerous to society.
For example, my best friend Sean. We were four years old, turning five the next month. The bus to pick up pre-schoolers at 6:00 am in the morning (the humans got to ride at 8:00 am) stopped two blocks away from our house. The both us stood there waiting and talking about our first homework assignment (and the Mario Kart game on my Nintendo DS). Us pre-schoolers were learning the biggest thing to know that every other 4 year old needed to know. Numbers. Only thing is, Sean forgot his number sheet at home.
He got so worked up, he threw his bag down on the ground and told me he was going to run and get it. Now by running, he shifted into a baby husky. A puppy in your eyes. Just a puppy. While he was running as fast as his little legs could take him two blocks to his house. A woman came out of a house nearby and saw him. She was standing with her six year old girl and frozen with fear. She knew in her little mind that Sean was a lycan. Instantly she dials for the police and informs that there is a menace in her neighborhood, that her little girl is in danger.
A minute later, Sean comes back to the bus stop just in time for the bus to pull up and open its doors. He was so excited to go to school with me, that he couldn't shift back to human. The bus driver was the nicest human I had ever met. She was a big black woman who had tons of grand-kids. She was the type of person who would keep the little drawings you made for her and always make sure you got a muffin to eat for breakfast. When she saw Sean wagging his little tail, she said, "Hop up inside little ones. It's cold this morning." She smiled. I climbed the three stairs, dragging Sean's bag and my own, while Sean struggled just as much as I did. When we got to seat number 5. The bus driver, Mrs. Lake, asked, "Did you both get your hugs and kisses?" Sean yipped with a "yea" while I grinned up at her, "Yep, yep yep!"
I never left the house without my dad kissing me on the forehead and a big hug when he left me at the bus stop every morning. Sean's father would play him with every morning to the point they were always racing to the bus stop. Both of us had single fathers. Both of us didn't know what a mother was.
The police cruiser arrived late at the woman's house and found out we went to the same elementary her daughter did. He showed up just in time for the bus to pull up along side the side walk and got hugs from Mrs. Lake wishing us a better day then she would. Since Sean was still stuck as a husky, the police man walked up to us with a muzzle in one hand and his baton in the other.
"Howdy, critters. Looks like somebody forgot to stay human." he gave us his fake smile while Sean pleaded, "I sorry, I sorry." But the man didn't want to listen. He bent down to his knees and forced Sean into a muzzle meant for a wolf. The leash that was tied behind the muzzle was yanked hard after every "I sorry, I sorry" that came from Sean's mouth. The officer forced Sean into the back seat of his car. When I looked around for help I only saw satisfied looks on every human face. Every one of them were thinking and feeling the same thing. That a menace had been removed from the school. I watched my best friend be driven away from the school like I would never see him again.
Years went by and Sean told me the rest of the story in short detail. Somehow when the police car showed up at his house, Sean had gotten scared and peed in the back seat of the car. The officer was outraged and started beating him with the baton. After several yelps, his father stormed out of the house and broke the officers arm. This ended up where his father was arrested for assault and battery on a police officer and having to spend fifteen years in prison. The judge refused to see it as self-defense because lycanthropes can heal faster.
The harsh part, was he couldn't live with my father and I because he wasn't the same species as us. He was forced into a foster care program where he would be living with wolves till he took his first control exam at the age of 20. The first control exam is one out of three exams that shows to the government and society that we have control of our beasts. When you get to the third exam you receive citizenship. These exams are taken every five years after you turn 20.
But it doesn't mean we're free. Sean is still living with wolves, and I'm tired of living with my dad. He doesn't know I contacted the Lycanthrope Corporation to be set up to marry 12 men of their choosing. If he knew, I don't think we'd be friends anymore.
I need to get to bed, the lycanthrops in our suburb agreed to have bed time at 7:00 pm and curfew at 8:00. None of us even get to see the moon glow at midnight.
Rudolph
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