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Sunday 10 January 2021

STORY OF THE SCAR S BY MARK ANTONY RAINES



I was told by the doctor when I woke up from my coma or as I like to describe it as a mixture of dipping into the world we believe to exist although some conspiracy theories may disagree or the other realm ; personally I think this is man's last great journey and too misquote from Star Trek _To boldly go where no one has been been before. 

As awoke that very first time I could feel parts of  my body pulling at me giving a slight tear like pain.

The doctor visited my current address is a bed on a ward in Northern District Hospital. 

He said 

"A scar is an area of fibrous tissue that replaces normal skin after an injury. Scars result from the biological process of wound repair in the skin, as well as in other organs and tissues of the body. Thus, scarring is a natural part of the healing process"

At first it took me a long time to accept my scars looking like a cross between pregnancy stretch marks and cat claw marks. I thought I would never feel normal again but I soon started to be more like the old me.

A month passed and the doctor said that my health had improved efficiency for me to go back home. 

Then the second month I enjoyed the time off work and chilling watching Netflix until one night my body temperature went off the scale to the point I thought I prespersing buckets and my body was itching all over ;I went to my bedroom to rest then without realising it had crashed out and awoke without a stitch of clothing on not even a pair of dirty socks.

I checked around for my clothes but found none so I had to use ones from  my wardrobe at first I put this down to being overtired but this kept happening a more frequent rate and I found it had a strange collection of mementos from my nightly journeys :dolls heads :rubber ball's even a squeaky mouse toy.

I decided to scour  the Internet for any strange events on the day of my arrival back at the hospital and found that on the 30 th September 2020 a very rare and hardly known full moon had occurred called the cats moon. 

It's is said in the ancient Greek times their lived  a tribe known as stac who were meant to be able to use the skills of animal transmutation to be able attack their enemy s as big cat like panther so and  tear them to shreds.

Yeah another strange conspiracy theory or urban legend or myth but when I thought about not all the things mentioned have a small element of truth in them if you research them enough or is that just some bizarre mental problem; anyway the tribe dies out centuries ago.

Then I woke as usual :naked but instead of a weird memento a dead body was sat next to me torn to shreds and what looked like bite marks all over its body;no sign of blood; but as felt my teeth on then we're traces of iron rich crimson blood and the remains of a human's little finger .

It's then I had a flashback to before I went into hospital :I had  gone on a run to keep fit when I lost track of the time and soon the the plutonium night was drawing it's curtains on the daylight :the only thing to break it was the green moonlight rays:I heard a rustling then heavy footsteps;a black huge cat jumped on me causing me to faint with shock  .

That's how I was now a werecat. 


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