Ricky (die_young) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-10-23 17:54:00 |
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Ricky stepped into the small clearing, tugging her jacket tighter around her body. The day had turned out unseasonably cold and, while there wasn’t frost on the ground yet, she had a feeling there would be come morning. That was good. The cold would keep people inside and out of her way. She didn’t want to wake up in the morning and find out she’d slaughtered some poor family out for a nightly stroll. On the other hand, she wasn’t looking forward to waking up in nothing but her own skin covered in a layer of dew when the temperatures were below freezing. She breathed out slowly and her breath fogged the air. It was stupid worrying about people getting hurt anyway. If it happened, it happened, and there wasn’t much she could do about it. If she lived someplace smaller, where she could get further away from town, maybe. As it was, the small strip of woods than along the south edge of town was the best she could hope for under the circumstances. The past few months she was fairly certain she hadn’t even left the trees, but there was no telling what would happen on any given night. Once the instinct took over, she had very little control over her actions. At least the restaurants were on the other side of town. A whiff of raw meat and she’d probably come running.
The sun was sinking at an alarming rate and Ricky knew she couldn’t put it off any longer. If she intended to keep these clothes it was time to ditch them. She hated clothes shopping as a rule, but she hated it even more after “that time of the month.” It felt like adding insult to injury and, besides, she wanted to have something to put on once she changed back. She’d had to steal through town in the buff more than once and she had no intention of doing it again, particularly with the weather as chilly as it was. Sighing, she kicked off her boots and peeled off her socks, letting her foot sink into the freezing grass and cringing. It would be fine once she was covered in fur but, for the moment, it sucked ass. Shucking off her leather jacket, she hung it on a nearby tree limb. She pulled off her shirt and undershirt in one swift tug and bit her lip as the cold air seemed to shoot straight into her chest. Having a metal hoop through each nipple wasn’t helping the situation and she crossed her arms over her chest instinctively, waiting for the shivers to pass. When at last her body seemed to accept that she wasn’t putting her clothes back on, he lowered her arms unlatched the heavy belt she wore, pushing her pants and underwear down around her ankles. Stepping out of it lightly, she hung them all on the branch next to her coat and tucked her books against the bark at the base of the tree.
And she waited. Goose flesh covered her entire body and she stood shaking, waiting for the sun to sink below the horizon. Where before it had been moving at lightning speed, now it seemed to stand still. Ricky huffed, shifting from one foot to the other and flexing her fingers to keep the circulation going.
“Set damn it,” she hissed through chattering teeth.