Her other self

On a good day, Zoey Elizabeth Wolf can have some moment of clarity and a touch of happiness. On a bad day, her mind and body would get garbled up by her other self – the uncontrollable one that always emerges when she gets extremely frustrated or angry but often helped her when she was in trouble. But sometimes she wished she could be someone normal and human then maybe she can be like everyone else.

Growing up, she was teased enormously because of unexpected hair growth in unexpected places and sometimes even under her fingernails. Her family knew what she can do and yet they would always teased her. Whenever they pointed out hair where there shouldn't be, her eyes would glowed a bright red and their faces would froze in fright. She would calmed herself down and smiled mischievously without even realizing it.

Now with her family long gone, Zoey tends to keep to herself. It's easier that way, she keeps telling herself. Being cautious keeps her safe. She does not want to lurk in the shadows like a creature of the night but you would never see her pouncing around in bright clothes and a smile plaster on her face. Oh no, not her, not the girl who's too stubborn to care.

It was not her intention to saved him — or her — but that was what happened. BJ was his name though she could never remember what they stood for. He used to made her cry every other day in elementary by making fun of her facial hair. She grew to fear showing her skin by hiding her head in books and wearing long sleeved shirts even in the heat of summer. Even when her facial hair began to disappear she could not stopped herself from laying on the clothes.

Zoey was on her way home from a long day of serving tables and certainly couldn't care less about saving anyone not even if they are innocent. A dark group of shadows was in her peripheral vision and she could not help but take a look. Three guys in dirty business suits were beating some guy to a bloody mess. She walked quickly hoping to pass them unnoticed. It was just a two second glance but she knew they had saw her.

They chased after her with hunger eyes. When she heard their fast footsteps beating behind her, she ran as fast as she could but they grabbed her waist and pin her down to the ground with their dirty hands. She screamed but it was muffled by dirty fingers stinking of liquor. Their faces looking feverish and mad as they pulled at her clothes and searched through her bag pulling one thing after another. She started to scream again and one of them punched her stomach. She bit his hand a bloody red. He punched her face causing blood to spill out of her mouth. Anger raised into her subconscious rewiring her thoughts as her body began to react. Hair began to grow on her face, hands, legs and feet. Her eyes fermented into a deep red. Her teeth stuck out in sharp points and whatever she still had on got ripped to shreds. Even before her transformation was completed, she threw one guy away from her causing him to yelled out in pain. The other two guys were backing away from her. She stood up, towering over them. Their faces full of fright as she growled at them. They started to run but she was faster. She grabbed them and threw them around like rag dolls against the pavements. It was a blur to her, watching her hairy arms and hands and yet she could not stop herself. Her rage continued until their bodies had all gone limp.

An hour later, she was on the ground, feeling weak. Her memory was fuzzy but lacking no knowledge of what she had done. Laying around her were the three men in a pool of blood. Dead, she supposed but then she didn't want to check. She saw the last of hair disappearing from her hands as she gathered up her things and the pieces that were her clothes and stuff them into her bag. It's a good thing she remembered to keep some clean clothes with her. After all these years learning to control her anger, there will still be moments like this when control would escape her grasp just when seem to be in trouble. But the guilt of dead bodies remained in her subconscious.

Zoey put on a clean shirt and jeans and walked towards where BJ was laying. His eyes flicked open suddenly and she was ready to run but he pulled at her hand. Only then did she realized there was someone else beside BJ. A girl with curly blonde hair, blood spilling out of her head.

"Help Rachel," he said pointing at the blonde, before falling back into unconsciousness. It was 2 am and not a single person in sight. What was she to do?

She woke up BJ with a slap on the face that she throughly enjoyed even at that moment. Together they carried, mostly dragged Rachel to the hospital. BJ fell a couple of times and Zoey had pulled him up and sometimes dragged him along.

When they were finally at the hospital entrance, they fell to the ground in exhaustion. Zoey watched as the nurses and doctors took them away before dragging herself home. She will certainly not gonna stick around for the cops to ask questions that she could not answer. One thought ran through her mind as she walked home. Dammed it! She needs to buy new clothes again.


3WW: Cautious, Human, Maybe