Halloween, the holiday of dressing up all the way from monsters to a pink princess and getting tooth killing candy. And I loved it. My costume was simple and cool. I had the mask from Darksider II that was in perfect condition. I also had a cloak like robes that was home made. It was for some reason made of very thick and durable black as night fabric. It was waterproof and somehow the resident to fire... Over protective mom mode must be on overdrive when she and my sister was working on it. Anyway, didn't look anything like assassin's creed or anything, but had the basic style of it.

But back to the story at hand. I had already left at 8:00 PM with my wallet and old Ipod in my costume pockets. I was heading over to meet up with some of my friends until I came across a old house that was two blocks from my neighborhood. It looked like it was in decay and looked so flammable that it could be used as kindle. But what caught my attention was a wooden stand that stood on the house's nuclear apocalyptic lawn.

The stand itself was made from old chipped wood with the paint chipping away from age. There was a shady character that seemed to be running the stand. But what confused me was that I had never seen this house in my entire time living here. So out of my own stupid curiosity, I walked over to the stand that looked as if it was about to fall apart. As soon as I crossed the street, I saw that he had realistic props from many thin from games. But what caught my attention was a bunch of Skyrim stuff.

Their was a perfect Dragonbone Sword that was long as a greatsword, but was thinner and more one handed type. There were a set of pitch black daedric gauntlets and daedric boots that had glowing red ruins inside of them. There was also two Skyrim magic books. One was a Restoration spell tome and Destruction spell tome, but they both had black leather and gold writing instead of the normal dull yellow and gray. The last thing that attracted my attention was not Skyrim related. It was two Colt M1911 with the Punisher designs on them. The guns look real enough to make me weary of the cloaked figure.

"See anything you like?" the man asked in a sinister tone with a slight hint of demonic feel with his words.

"Well, I like those daedric gauntlets and boots... but they probably cost more then I have on me." I answered.

"Nonsense, I have very reasonable deals. And since you need these relics, I'll throw in the books and the sword. Sound fair?" The man asked, sounding more kindly, but still sounding as if he was a demon.

"How much?" I asked out of my curiosity, wondering what ripoff he was going to offer.

"Thirty for the gauntlets and boots. The books you'll most definitely need so those are free. But I really love my sword... I'll take twenty-five for the sword since I enchanted and crafted it myself." He said, making my eyes widen when I head the deal. I thought he was charge a hundred just for the sword alone.

"How much for the set of guns you have there?" I asked. This time, the figure stepped back in shock for some reason.

"My my. You are a born Merchant you know. Usually everyone that I offered would go straight for the deal and be gone in a flash. But you want to see how much you can get out of my deals. For that, I am impressed for not falling under my spell. I'll give you the guns for forty, but that is all I will sell you." he said. I was a bit shocked if he acted. It was as if he was treating me as if I was lower than him and he had some sort of status to say something like that. But I just assumed he was going with his characters, whatever he was trying to be.

"Deal." I said, grabbing two fifty dollar bills (which was all I had) and placed them in his gloved hand. I felt a tingling feeling going throughout my body and my eyes felt very droopy.

"Have fun." he said so darkly and creepy that my body froze out of pure fear. That was the last thing I heard before collapsing onto the concrete paved sidewalk, instantly blacking out.

"Ugggggg. Too much vodka." I moaned, as some of my senses began to return to me slowly. However, not all of them seemed to be right. My body, it felt... Different. Lighter, almost. Slowly rising to my feet, I noticed more changes to my physique, some more noticeable than others. The first thing I noticed, was that I felt a near primal and ancient energy in my body. I felt, stronger and faster than normal. Almost like my reflexes had been upgraded tenfold. As I raised my hands to my head to try and find the cause of the pounding headache I'd developed, I noticed something else. Something that, quite frankly, startled me a bit. My hands or more like my gauntlets had developed more. They had become real!

I took off the gauntlets, instantly wishing that I hadn't. My hand was now bleach bone and had a decaying green look to them. My god! My Skin looked like that of a Sith lord's for Christ's sake! My finger were way more nimble and much longer, fitting my daedric gauntlets perfectly. I gave my new fingers an experimental twirl, testing that, they did indeed, work perfectly normal. Satisfied my hands weren't about to fall off, I put my gauntlets back on and began checking along the rest of my new form, patting and prodding through the thick, black robes that draped down to the ground. The cloak seemed to be made of the same type of fabric. But to be honest, it looked even more darker and more durable than before.

I checked underneath, checking what I already knew. My entire body was the same bleached bone and had the same decaying effect that my hands had. I felt around, landing my hands on my belt that had an ornate band of silver skulls, each unique and different from the other. But what had my attention was the weight on my left side. The was a real Dragonbone swords sheathed tightly to my robes. I then noticed that I had gun shoulder holsters under the a thin layer of my cloak. The holster itself had skulls that had no copies, each one depicting a different species. In the gun holster, it had two Colt M1911 and-

"Oh Shit." I muttered out, sounding way too deep in tone for my age. I still could make cartoon voices at the age of 16 and a half, but now I sounded like I was in my twenty's. And man, I sounded like a badass. I shook my head, then noticing the two books that I got from the Creep that were at my feet. I intensively bent down and picked up the Destruction book and opened it without a care. I was the frozen in place, unable to move any part of my body. Then an odd sensation began filling my head and I as soon as it came, it vanished. I felt as if I had been in a classroom for over a year, learning nothing but one subject. Destruction Magic. I looked at my hands to find that the book was gone.

"Just like the game." I said to myself. I stretched my arm out, giving a twirl with my nimble fingers and a spark of lightning revealed itself on the palm of my hand. The spark grew to a baseball sized orb. I tightly gripped the electric blue ball and shot my arm straight at a nearby tree. The tree was instantly obliterated into burning bark sized bits.

"Awesome!" I said with amazement. I began to calm down from my excitement and began to take in my surroundings, noticing for the first time that I was actually in a forest. A forest that somehow looked... oddly familiar.

"Where have I seen this place before?" I asked myself mentally. Suddenly, I heard a low, rumbling growl from behind me. Peering over my shoulder, not quite turning, I saw a large wolf shape creature. Its whole body seemed to be a timber frame; a radioactive sap like green energy was coming from its eyes as it stared right at me. Without warning, the wolf pounced; aiming straight for what it thought, was an undefended part of my body.

Acting purely on instinct, I whirled around, with lighting still in hand. I lined my heads with the creature's body and shot multiple strands of lightning from my fingertips, Darth Sidious style. The creature was shot back a few meters in mid air and multiple parts of it's body had boiled to the point of exploding in green sap like goo. After it exploded, there remained was the leftovers of a corpse that was burned to an crumbly ashy wood that was held together by some chunks of green goo. Then, all of it's green goo that had been splattered everywhere, began to turn to thick steamy smoke and began to rise and flow into my gauntlets like a vacuum cleaner.

I then began to feel memories not of my own fill my head. There I was, running through the grass, wind blowing through my leaves as I chased rabbits. I could smell their acrid fear as they tried to dodge me. Then the sensation of catching one, sweet sweet blood splashing all over my muzzle and down my throat. The last squeal of despair as I crunched down on the tasty treat in my fang filled mouth. Sharing the pack tunnel with other wolves, listening to their stories about the other creatures in the woods. Knowing where the pack boundaries were. No timberwolf pack likes to fight another if there is no reason. I returned to myself with intimate knowledge of the forest. I knew every hollow and cave like I had lived there for years. To be honest, this whole thing felt exhilarating.

"That’s… different." Taking a final glance at the pile of ash wooden corpse, my eyes, flashed, showing to me the wolf’s memories. Including an intricate knowledge of the forest. I gave a rough chuckle, impressed by my own power. I picked up the Restoration book and began to wander my new home.

Author's Note

Well this is new. Hope you like the mix of stuff he has at the moment. Tell me what you think and if you do like, click the button that tells you liked it. This idea was inspired by meany stories, but not copying them what so ever. If you got a question, just ask and I'll answer the best I can. Also Tags will be edited as the story goes.