The moment that Jenny reached the top of her stairs, and just watched as Harold paced downstairs; her stomach squirmed even more. It's as if the being inside her didn't like Harold either, in fact; it hated him. Because it kicked and jumped all over inside Jenny, making her groan softly, clenching her belly. She felt the baby move so violently, punching all over. It's as if the unborn infant wanted to lunge at Harold; kill him even. She didn't even like this man, let alone travel with him alone.
When Jenny descended down the stairs, all she could do was muster up the courage and will to not just start yelling. Harold had his eyes averted over to her, watching her every single move. She absolutely hated everything that was happening and now she was going to be stuck in a small school with this weirdo and his obsession with lycanthropy. Jenny was at the bottom of the stairs now, holding onto her backpack with one arm as it rested on her right shoulder. "Ah, there you are! Well there's no time to waste. Let's get going, shall we?" he asked boisterously. You're way to excited man; you gotta back off it's creeping me out! Jenny thought. She looked at him with extreme loathing. He ignored this gaze and began walking to the front door. Jenny stood behind, still unable to make her feet move a single inch. John, noticing this, went over to her, and began whispering in her ear.
"Whenever you want to leave, just call me! You have the cell phone, I'm just a phone call away." "Thanks." Jenny replied. They hugged briefly; Jenny trying to hold on as long as she possibly could. Time seemed to stand still when they were in their embrace, and that's all she ever wanted. When John tried to withdraw from her, Jenny held on even tighter. She felt like she was five again, not wanting her dad to leave her sight for more than a few seconds. She was only thirteen now, and yet she suffers even more than any other typical teenager. No one else has the curse that she has; no one else carries the burden of transforming every full moon. And she was sure that nobody else can become seven months pregnant over night, and still carry a smile.
With these thoughts, Jenny was able to let go. In the back of her mind, she knew that there were kids up at the school that shared her same problems. Obviously not all of them, but at least the werewolf one. "Are we ready to go now?" Harold asked. He seemed a bit annoyed, by the tone in his voice. "Yes sir, I'm right behind you." Jenny replied. She holstered her backpack a bit more, and trekked after Harold out the front door and into the sunlight. It was beautiful, walking out into the street and seeing the sun beating across the lot in front of them. She smiled, absorbing the heat as they walked out onto the sidewalk. To their left, there was a group of kids who had just noticed them. One was a kid who looked like he was in his late teens. He was wearing dark blue jogging pants, a white wife beater and a blue hat. His skin was as dark as the fencing behind him. He seemed to tower over his friends, which was kind of intimidating to Jenny.
The other two were twins, both short with blonde hair. They had overalls with red shirts on and brown work boots. Dirt and grime ran all over them, as well as their boots. When Jenny followed Harold down the street, she could hear small parts of their whispered conversation. The tall kid nodded to the left twin, "Yeah, she's preggo alright; just look at how big her belly is, ha!" he replied. Jenny tried to suck in her stomach so it wasn't so prominent. It didn't help; all it did was make the others laugh even more. The two twins looked they had faces of eagles, including their long beak-like noses.
The tall kid had very thin lips and a wide nose. His face was chubby but he had a muscular body. When Harold and Jenny walked past them, she could have sworn one of the kids were staring at her butt. They continued walking down the side street, towards the open highway ahead. It still appeared to be the same as the road next to Jenny's house. Cars lined up on the opposite side, all of which were attending shops that were open. Down to the right stood a local shop where people could get random odds and ends, like food, water, alcohol, cigarettes; anything. The other shops that lined up this road ranged from barber shops, salons, a movie rental store, and directly in front of them; car insurance.
To the left was a four way intersection which branched off to different parts of the city. "We're not gonna walk all the way there Jennifer, I just need a little something from you..." Harold said. He whipped around and sliced Jenny's right hand with a sharp knife and held it over this box in his left hand. She watched as her blood began to drip and ooze all over the smooth surface. Then the object began to eat it, "W-what is that?" she asked. Her eyes were wide open now in shock, and worried what Harold was going to do to her next. He sliced open his own hand and dripped it onto the box as well.
"Grab my hand, we're going to teleport to the school." She reluctantly reached over and grabbed his left hand. The moment that their palms collided, the baby squirmed so violently that she felt like she was going to be ill. With her right hand resting on the shaking belly, she stifled the vomit and waited. "Take us to the School of Lycanthropy please!" Harold said. Then Jenny's skin began to crawl, tingling from head to toe. She watched as they dissolved into thin air. She clenched her eyes closed, as the rush of air blew all over her materialized body. When they opened once again, she and Harold were standing at the bottom of this hill. On the very top sat an ominous little shack, which loomed over Philadelphia.
"Is this the school?" Jenny asked. Harold nodded and beckoned her forward. "This shack will make due for a perfect school, especially for us werewolves. "What day is it Mr. Hadden?" "It's Friday the 9th, July." he replied. My God! It's already been over a week now?! How'd I lose track of all these days?" Jenny asked herself. The land surrounding the school was as creepy as any land could be. Trees lined the wall that separated the hill from the city. In these trees she could hear wind rustling through the pine needles, creating a whistling sound. They seemed to line all the way up the sides of the hill, and end with a thick forest-like area behind the shack. The shack itself just looked awful; it seemed to be standing on its last limb.
The left side was drooping over, being held up by a few support beams. All over, shingles had been missing on the roof and pieces of paint were ripped completely from the walls. The paint used to be white but now the old, rotting black wood could be seen underneath. There were two floors to this place, the bottom being the first and top being the bedroom area. When they were three quarters of the way up the hill, Jenny could hear hushed voices traveling across the wind. "Don't go inside; it's not safe... She's in there; she's evil... GET AWAY!" Jenny jumped at this last yell. Her heart was racing, beating a thousand times per minute.
Her right hand had been squeezing hard on her shirt, which Harold must have noticed. "What's the matter?" he asked. They were just a few feet away from the porch. There was a flash of light, which Jenny could only see. Her eyes streamed from the illuminating splendor, followed by a horrendous headache. She was in a field now, at the edge of a wheat field. In the middle of this field stood a house which lived next to this ancient oak tree. On the other side of the house Jenny could hear screaming; such horrifying terror filled cries for help. The sun had been burning her, and making her sweat so hard.
There was a smash, as the front door flew open. Jenny noticed that this house was starting to droop on the left side. A girl with bright blonde hair had been running towards the tree and this time the older man wasn't chasing her. Watching intensely, Jenny could see the girl gasping for air. She crawled around the tree, where she noticed a root sticking up out of the ground. Jenny walked up to the girl, standing a foot or so away so she could investigate as well. The girl pulled out this tiny red book, and opened it. The moment that the front cover was opened, an even bright light flew out of the pages.
It shot into the air, colliding with the clouds to form one big, dark super cloud which shot out bright red lightning. The girl was levitating; her arms and legs being ripped open with claws that were unseen. She dropped to the ground after a little while and when she finally got back up, her eyes were red and body scarred up. "I understand it now... I will, I promise that I will make the human race better! I gotta use what? This house?!" The girl was stumbling around, slurring her words as she spoke. Jenny could barely understand what she was saying and continued to listen. "Alright! I call upon the lycanthropy army; all those who served under the full moon in the past. Make this unholy land a new structure, a building to house other werewolves. MAKE A HILL FORM UNDER MY HOUSE AND RISE IT INTO THE AIR SO THAT ALL CAN SEE ITS HORRIFIC, OMINOUS WALLS!"
Just then the ground shook, making cracks form from the tree roots straight over to the small house. A crack of lightning slammed into the middle of the house, causing shingles to fly off and a fire to burn away some of the paint. There was a hill forming underneath it, lifting the house straight into the air. Jenny was knocked over as the land yanked her with it. The girl was laughing such an evil laugh, and tearing at her hair. The tree that she was so fond of snapped in half, and burnt to ashes right before their eyes. All over the sky was the huge black cloud, which the sun couldn't penetrate.
As the house rose into the air, the land around them was cut completely off. Jenny could see it just fall into these fiery pits, soon to be replaced with a fencing that was made of bricks. "Jennifer... Jennifer; Are you okay?" The scene flashed once again, and she was back to her normal time. Apparently she had fallen because she could feel the cool grass under her arms. "W-what just happened?" she asked. Harold helped lift her up into a sitting position. "I don't rightly know Jennifer. You just started having a seizure and passed out. "It was so weird, I saw this hill just; just shooting out of the ground..." That's when it hit her.
"This place it's... it was that girl's house!" Harold was confused, resting his right arm on his right knee; he was kneeling. "What girl?" he asked. Jenny couldn't explain it; it was just too real. "I don't know sir, I just don't know." He grabbed a hold of her arms and lifted her back onto her feet. "There, let's get inside and I'll welcome you to the other kids and the woman behind all of this, Hilary." They walked up to the porch; when Jenny stepped foot onto the old wood, her brain ached again. She saw flashes of the past once more, as a man ripped a floorboard from his porch and chased after the girl. When she came to once again, Jenny saw a piece of plywood that was so out of place it was ridiculous. When Harold was distracted, looking out into the city, Jenny lifted the wood. She saw the missing board and dropped the wood.
Both of her hands covered her mouth as this realization kept hitting her time and time again. This shack was the little girl's house. Jenny turned her attention to the road just beyond the hill. She imagined a big wheat field surrounding the area; her eyes flew open. This hill was the one the little girl created. This was the place that she was beaten over and over by her father, for no apparent reason. Why are we here? she thought. Harold however, coughed; breaking her concentration. The door opened and they were greeted by a really old woman. She slowly walked over to Harold, hugging him and then turned her attention to Jenny.
With her arms outstretched, the woman grabbed Jenny and shook her a bit. "Ah, you must be Jennifer Warburton! Welcome to the School of Lycanthropy. We expect great things out of you kids..." She stopped to haul Jenny aside. "But I expect even greater things from you Miss Warburton." Both of these people just gave Jenny the creeps, making her shutter. "Shall we step inside and introduce our last member?" the woman said. "Of course, let's go!" Harold replied.
He wrapped his arm around Jenny's should, leading her past the threshold of the doorway. For some reason, this man didn't feel as creepy as the woman did. In fact she thought he was more innocent than the woman. Regardless they walked inside; the door closed with a low click and they were inside the shack. Jenny knew in her soul that this was the place of the little girl, so she felt bad. What was the connection between these two and this old house? Jenny asked herself this, running it through her mind almost rhythmatically. She was in for quite a ride, and she also knew that something was very; very wrong in this place.