My imagination is wild....

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Another Beginning to a Story!
Promise i'll finish them. I have to. I have a blog , blogs keep one accountable for their works!

This one actually started out as a Thanksgiving story but I'm big into supernatural type stories and such so this morphed from being a completely human dysfunctional story to becoming a dysfunctional story about a family of supernaturals. My main themes i've found are big families and supernatural... should be interesting!

                                (image found on google, I could not find a direct answer to who
                                   took the picture)

             The wind was howling outside of the old chimney walls that Henrik had hid himself in. the snow surrounding the old chimney was at least a foot and provide a block from the wind. Even then, the shaking that Henrik was doing had nothing to do with the chill in the air or the snow on the ground. The blood on his hands had sealed his fate and he was powerless to do anything to change it.  Twilight had begun to fall and Henrik knew that he could not stay outside.  He removed himself and began to trek back to his mother’s home.  He heard people shouting and immediately felt bad for worrying his mother and siblings. As he came more into view of the house he saw his two oldest siblings, Archer and Quinn walking towards the woods with flashlights.  Archer’s strange amber colored eyes seemed to glow in the now halfway dark evening.  The Irish twins, as their mother called them, stood like statues in the snow, waiting for him to meet them. He lowered his head in shame as he came to a halt in front of them.

                “Do you have any idea how concerned our mother is… she was in hysterics before Quinn and-”

                “Archer, look at his hands…” Quinn said quietly to the older male. Archer looked to Quinn incredulously before looking at Henrik’s cold bloody hands.  Archer’s eyebrows shot up into his hair line and he shared a knowing look with Quinn.

                “Come on, Hen.” Quinn said wrapping an arm around her youngest brother’s shoulder.  He’d tried not to cry but once Quinn wrapped her arm around his shoulders the tears started to fall. Archer ruffled his hair as they walked to the enclosed back porch of the house.  Their mother raced towards them, she hurriedly checked Henrik over before hugging him tightly.

                “Mother, he’s spilt human blood. His first full moon is tonight.” Archer told his mother trying not to make her anymore distraught. Maria gave her oldest son a glare before looking to Britton and Quinn who were whispering to each other.

                “Quinn, Britton, what is it?” Maria knew something was by Britton’s body language and Quinn’s blank facial expression. Britton looked to his older sister and she rolled her eyes before looking to their mother.

                “We’re just concerned. If Henrik did in fact get the gene then why wasn’t he born with the same colored eyes as archer, Britton and me. We all three have amber eyes but Henrik doesn’t. He has eyes like you and Anwen.”

                “Is it a proven fact that if you’re born with the curse, you have brown eyes like father’s?” Anwen asked her older sister.

                “Not scientifically proven no. but father was a werewolf and had the amber eyes, as does every werewolf in father’s family.” Quinn answered looking outside. She glanced at Archer and he nodded.

                “Dress light tonight Henrik, we’ll see if you have the gene.” Britton said as he and Archer left to prepare.

                Henrik stood in the snow later that night. The wind was unpleasant, as his only block from the wind was a pair of cargo shorts and a thin long sleeved shirt. Anwen watched him with concerned eyes. Henrik had heard the plan that his siblings had created. Anwen would drive the jeep into the woods and stay in the trailer by the river. Britton would take wolf form and be a guide for Henrik (if the transition was a success).  Quinn noticed Anwen’s looks and tried to assuage the younger female’s concerns.

                “Listen, he’s going to be fine. The first transition is always the most painful but after that, the worst is over.” Quinn told their sibling. “Just head to the trailer and get blankets and fluids ready for him. He’s going to definitely need the blankets…” Quinn said as Anwen got into the jeep and started it up. He saw Anwen’s greenish hazel eyes give him a final look before she drove off into the woods. 

                  Britton was jumping up and down in the snow, barefoot with only a pair of basketball shorts on. Henrik had always thought Britton had a few screws loose but he’d never realized just how many. His big brother gave him a toothy grin and began to sprint as he ran towards the woods. Mid sprint, Britton erupted in a mass of dark fur and disappeared into the forest. Henrik looked at the forest before looking to Quinn and Archer. Archer was chuckling at his youngest brother’s wide eyed look of equal parts wonder and surprise.

                “Show off!” Quinn shouted shaking her head and looking to Archer. “So… Are you going wolf or am I?”

                            *look for a new update probably around Christmas*