Chapter 1: Just an ordinary day... (REWRITTEN)
Chapter 1: Just an ordinary day...
I am just a normal teenager... I thought.
I am just living a normal live... I thought.
I am nothing special... I thought.
But all of this wasn't true and all the time my friends, my family and even I weren't aware of it.
You may ask now what I mean with this, well... it all started out as an ordinary day...
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"Okay, you know what? Fuck this shit! I am going psycho!!" I yelled into my microphone. "I hope that the new skill I got for Krieg is as awesome as it sounds in the description..."
My friends and I were currently playing Borderlands 2; sure the game was over a year old now and we had already finished it, but this game truly never gets old. The jokes and lines of the characters were still hilarious and Handsome Jack was still an ass...
Adding the fact that I was currently playing as the newest character, a "good" psycho called Krieg, and that we were all playing different characters then we did the first time, we still had lots of fun.
"Ryu, shoot at me until I have less than a third of my health points!" I said to him via Teamspeak.
"Why?" he asked.
"You will see," I replied while chuckling.
"Okay, give me second."
Ryu, well, what can I tell you about him? The best I could describe him would be: 'An evil sadistic troll'... But that wouldn't suffice, would it?
So, Ryu is one of my best friends; sure, we argued a few times... okay, we argued many times, but he's still my friend! I couldn't really blame him for it - he is he and he cannot change himself. Having started working a few months ago isn't helping it at all; he may earn money now, but being forced to do everything his boss says isn't his life-style...
So he sometimes boils over...
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?! Why am I lying on the ground?!" Ryu yelled after being shot down by a stray bullet.
Okay, he boils over many times. But it's still better than his other side, the one that makes him "an evil sadistic troll"; believe me...
I immediately rushed over to him and helped his character up. "Okay, just shoot me and I am going to..." I was cut off by an RPG being deployed in my face. "What the hell Ryu? I only said 'shoot me down to a third of my HP' and not 'KILL ME!!!'."
"That wasn't me! I swear!" he replied.
"You said 'shoot at me until I have less than a third of my health points'; well, you have less than a third of your HP now", Micha piped up while laughing silently.
"First of all, CUT THIS CRAP MICHA! Second, I also said 'Ryu' and not 'Micha'," I replied, the anger not so hidden in my voice.
He immediately stopped laughing at this. "Crap", he said barely audible. "Touchê."
Micha: Customs officer, formal joke maker and our supposed-to-be leader. Supposed-to-be cause I don't listen to him and because I don't understand why he should be leading at all; he may be a customs officer, but he's not my boss...
He's a polite guy who helps where he can - if he can - and wants nothing in return; he even helped me write my application for an apprenticeship for an example, which took more than two hours. He can also be extremely polite; polite enough so that he could say 'fuck you' into your face and you would say 'thank you' without even noticing that he just insulted you.
After Ryu had finally helped me up again I immediately used Krieg's action skill, - "Let me kill them, I-..." - which brought some strange results, - "Oh shit..." - my character's fingers bent outward and his bones began to crack, which was accompanied by his voice getting darker. When he was finished, he took the buzz-axe out and I began to storm at the enemies which were annoying us the entire time.
"...Did he just turn into a Badass Pyscho?" Cell asked unsurely, his mouth probably open a few centimeters.
My answer was a buzz-axe flying at the enemy beside him.
"Okay, he did." With that he went back to fighting.
Cell... there isn't much to say about him, he's pretty much an average guy...
Okay, that's not really true; first of all, Cell is someone I trust totally (and that is saying something, because I am not one of those 'I trust everyone like my family' guys, I am pretty suspicious to be honest). Of all of these guys I have known him for the longest time; it all started with playing Team Fortress 2 with him and well, after a few years we were friends (it was pretty much the same with the rest).
"Hello, I want to introduce you to MR. BUZZ-AXE!!" I yelled and ripped a nomad apart who was trying to protect himself with a shield - which didn't work...
"If I ever see you with an axe in your hands... I will run away and scream..." Ryu commented.
"Like a girl?" I asked.
"Yeah, like a-... shut up Yan!" he snapped, making everyone laugh.
In case you didn't know...
I am 'Yan'
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A few hours later...
We had stopped playing Borderlands 2 a few hours ago, finishing a few story missions and tons of side quests; Cell always insisted on doing all of the side quests before doing the main quests - I kind of understood him, but sometimes he just overdid it...
"Yan, stone," he said.
"MORE?! I already mined 12 fucking stacks of 1000 blocks!" I nearly yelled.
"A stack has 999 blocks here."
"That's not important!"
"You need to be precise," he replied smugly.
"I-... UGH!! Can't we just build a simple wall, defeat the Wall Of Flesh and THEN make the wall fancy?" I asked him furiously.
"Nope," was his only response, mine was grumbling.
We were playing Terraria now, which had received a gigantic update a few days ago and as you can see, Cell was being overly enthusiastic about saving the biomes before we enter the 'hardmode' of the game.
"Wait a second, stop!" he suddenly said.
"What!? I am already at the stone level!"
"Look at the clock."
I gave a quick glance at my watch. "It's 8'o clock," I simply said, shortly before doing a spit take - if I had drank anything. "Oh shit, it's 8'o clock, the bus is here in 5 minutes!"
"Correcto mundo," Ryu added, who was still in Teamspeak the entire time.
"Why didn't you tell me?!"
"I thought you would see it," he simply replied. "Same goes for the fans of your Fimfiction story..."
Ryu was also my pre-reader for my story dedicated to the My Little Pony cartoon. We were all bronies by the way, so luckily no hater in my little circle of friends.
"Argh shit, now I am in a hurry! I need to gather my things, see ya later!"
"Don't forget about the camera! I want to see it!", Micha said quickly before I shut my computer off.
I quickly put my cell phone into my jeans pocket, grabbed my bag and put my jacket and my shoes on.
"Yan, weren't you supposed to be on your way already?" my mom asked.
"Yes, I forgot to look at the clock and I am in a hurry, so I gotta go, bye!" I said quickly, opening the door and closing it behind me before my mother could even say goodbye.
I ran downstairs into the basement and headed to our cellar compartment, I unlocked and opened the door, turned the light on and quickly gathered what I needed: A self-made circuit board for a Tesla Coil. I was doing a little project for my physics course at school to improve my grades and Cell was helping me with it. The last circuit-board was officially KIA after overloading it, luckily my father was a electrician and we were able to build a new and better one.
Cell, who was working as a mechanic, was able to get a few old ignition coils and scrap metal.
It took us weeks before the first prototype was finished and the result was a meter tall Tesla Coil.
Which only produced 1cm long sparks...
So I decided to increase the input voltage; the result was a smoke fountain coupled with a fire alarm piercing through our eardrums. Hopefully this one holds off more... I thought and put the board into my bag. With that I turned the light off again and went out of the cellar, closing the door behind me and locking it again. Looking at my phone I noticed that it was already two minutes after eight. Shit, only three more minutes until the last bus. I really hope that the driver isn't too early..
Sadly many buses weren't driving that late in my city, the bus I needed to get was one of them. For some reason it was only driving from 8 AM to 8 PM every hour.
I was running like crazy to reach the bus station in time, luckily it was only half a kilometer away - so after roughly a minute sprinting I was already there. Only 10 seconds later the bus stopped at the station. The driver opened the doors and I stepped in, showing him my ticket.
The moment I took a seat, the bus immediately drove off, slamming me into the seat. Ugh, why does every bus driver keep on doing that? I better check if the circuit board is still in one piece... With that I opened my bag and sighed in relief, seeing that that my slightly fragile freight was still in one piece. Satisfied I closed the bag again and took my phone out, writing a message to Cell that I was able to catch the bus.
Not a minute later he already responded: 'Good; while you are on your way, take a look at what Micha just posted.' Under his message was a link to a news-site, with an article named 'Mutated horses in Germany'
"What the fuck?" I mumbled and curiously opened the link, waiting for my phone to build up the page. Mutated horses in Germany... Is the media on drugs lately? I thought to myself. After a good ten seconds the page was finally loaded and I began reading; the article was about multiple reports of a strange animal sighting, all people described it as a dark-blue colored horse with a flowing mane and tail. Suuure, as if Luna would be running through our world... The police stated that the whole incident was just a prank, they also stated that they were going to press charges against everyone involved for creating mass panic. Wow, a little hard for a prank; it's not like anyone is gonna believe it and panic...
With the article read I decided to listen to some music, luckily I always kept my earphones with me when I was out of the house. I started the track and leaned back in the seat for the one hour drive.
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An uneventful bus ride later...
I was standing in front of Cell's house. My hand was already moving to the bell, but before it made contact the door swung open, Cell standing in the doorframe with an Air Soft gun in his hand and a Payday 2 Dallas mask covering his face.
"Are you serious?" I said after a ridiculously long pause.
With that he closed the door again and reopened it just a second later, the mask and gun gone. "Sorry, Dallas is here for a visit."
I looked at him with no emotions on my face, his showing hints of nearly bursting into full blown laughter; so I just stepped inside his house and walked past him, spotting the reason for his behaviour. "You really love beer, don't you?"
"Hey it only were three bottles!", he responded, closing the door behind him. "So, do you have the new circuit board?"
I opened my bag and grabbed said object. "Of course!"
"Yeah, drunk science!" he yelled, giving me a thumbs up and began running down into the cellar, me following after him. As he turned the light on, I could see the object we spent hours of work on. "I already repaired the cables and added the connector plugs, you only need to hook up the circuit board now and we are ready for another test."
"Great," I said and walked over to the machine, carefully plugging in the correct cords, so I didn't mess up again our entire work; meanwhile Cell put up the camera.
"Uhm Yan?" Cell piped up.
"Yeah?"
"How are you going to get home now, with the bus not driving so late?"
I stopped dead in track, my hands not moving a bit anymore, realising how stupid it was of me to take the last bus.
"Let me guess, you didn't even thought about it, did you?"
"Nope," was my response, his was sarcastic applause. "Uhh, overnight stay?"
"Mh, why not? You are lucky that I have a sleeping bag."
"Thanks, I will just call my parents, not that they think that I am lost or worse: abducted," I said and grabbed my phone, dialing the number of my parents.
My all-time worrying mother answered the phone after only ten seconds: "Yan, is something wrong, why did you call me?"
"I just wanted to tell you that I won't be home this night, cause I will stay overnight at Cell."
"Uh huh, will Cell drive you home tomorrow?" she asked.
"Uh, why should he? I can go home by bus."
"There's a bus strike tomorrow... the one you were talking about yesterday..." I heard Cell snickering at this.
Oh c'mon... how did he hear that? "Uhm, Cell can you drive me home tomorrow?", I asked slightly embarrassed.
"Of course Mr. Alzheimer!" he happily replied.
"You heard him. See you tomorrow then, bye."
"Bye!" my mother said and ended the call.
"Yan, you would forget your head if it wasn't attached to your body...," my friend commented.
"Hahaha, that line is older than you... Let's get back to work," I told him and concentrated on the Tesla Coil again. "So, just one last plug and we are ready to go," I exclaimed and grabbed the last plug, which was the one for the array of capacitors we used to generate the high-voltage input.
"Be careful Yan, I don't know if-"
With these words I was greeted by a world of flashing white and pain...
So much pain...
I don't know how long I was knocked out or what exactly happened - my head hurt and I found myself lying on the ground. I tried to open my eyes but the only thing I saw was the bright light coming from the lamp at the ceiling, so I shut them again. I tried to look again and could see a silhouette; I blinked a few times and saw that it was my friend. I tried to stand up but fell down again. Now I could see that he was pointing something at me: It was a knife.
"C-cell... w-w-what the... h-hell?" I stuttered, the pain in my head wasn't that strong anymore, I just felt extremely dizzy.
"S-shut up!" He yelled at me; I could see that he was nearly panicking; at this point I had no idea what really had happened and was beyond confused. "W-where's my friend?" He yelled again, pointing the knife at me with a shivering hand. "What have you done to him?"
"Cell, what the hell is wrong with you? I am your friend!" I was nearly panicking too; after all, one of my best friends was pointing a knife at me, nearly poking into my throat and saying things that made no sense to me.
"You aren't my friend! Y-you aren't real!"
Thinking that this was some kind of bad joke I yelled back. "Cell, this is NOT funny! I could be dead! And what by the name of all good things do you mean with 'you aren't real'?"
"Stop that! Stop talking like him! Stop acting like him!"
I saw that I was getting nowhere with this, so I pleaded to him. "Cell, please tell me what's wrong."
"YOU ARE WRONG!" He never yelled at me like this before, even when I accidently destroyed his old laptop by dropping coffee on it...
"Cell, what is wrong with me?" I tried to stay calm, I feared that my face or my whole body was burned or something like that and that he didn't recognize me.
"Look at yourself!"
I looked down, trying see a hand...
But what I saw was black...
It wasn't even a hand...
It had holes in it and was solid...
"No..." I said to myself.
I looked at my side...
My shirt was ripped open at the back...
Out of it were protruding two insect-like wings...
"No, no..."
I touched my forehead...
What I felt was a cranky horn...
I felt at my chin...
There were two small pointy things coming out of my mouth...
"Nonono...."
The realization struck me like the bolt before and I knew what I was...
Screaming was the only thing I could imagine at this point, trying to wake up from the nightmare...
Just that it wasn't a nightmare...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
End of chapter 1
Author's Note
Finally! Sorry guys, I know it took WAY longer than I said; I hope you aren't mad at me...
Anyway, I hope you like the rewrite, just tell me what you think, I can take the criticism...
Probably...
Chapter 2: ...going unordinary (REWRITTEN)
Chapter 2: ...going unordinary
I had just finished yelling and I had no idea what to say, what to think, or what to do. Cell kept pointing the knife at me with a shaky hand, still shocked and confused; but I didn't even register it anymore, because the fact that I had just been turned into a changeling was more terrifying .
"This can't be real..." I said to myself. "There's no way this can be real... this must be a dream... just a silly, pointless dream..." I tried to pinch myself, but realised that I couldn't do it with the hooves that had replaced my hands, which made me panic even more. "I have to wake up..." I closed my eyes and punched myself in the face as hard as I could. "Please..." I reopened them and saw Cell still pointing the knife at me, his face now showing a hint of confusion. "No.." I looked at myself again and still saw the changeling body. "NO!"
"Stop that pathetic shit! I know you aren't Yan!" he yelled at me.
"Cell, it's me!" I replied, yelling as well.
"You... you can't even be real! You are fictional! You... you are just a fictional character from a made-up world!" He was obviously as confused as I was; never had I seen Cell this confused and helpless before, which didn't help building up a form of hope that this all could be a weird dream.
I found myself at a loss for words. "I know that this can't be real! But it's me!" was all I could think of at the moment.
"You can't be him! Yan is not a changeling!" Suddenly his face turned from shock to pure anger, as if he suddenly realised what this whole situation could mean. "Oh god no! You replaced him! You.. you trapped him in a cocoon and replaced him, haven't you?!" he yelled even more, the frustration in his voice replaced by fury.
"Cell, no! I am Yan, damn it!" From that point on tears were forming in my eyes, as I was fearing for my life.
"Stop lying and tell me where he is!" he yelled and placed the knife's tip at my throat, the blade close to piercing my skin and ending my life. "Tell me where he is or I am going to stab you to death; and don't think crying is gonna help you!" He was suddenly very determined, probably because I was crying and he saw himself as superior.
"Please believe me! I am Yan!" I pleaded, which - to my own surprise - seemed to make him doubtful for a second, because the pressure on my throat was lowered a bit.
"Prove it!"
This was my chance, probably my last if I didn't convince him that I am myself. "We... we first met while playing Team Fortress 2 in 2009... and we first met in real life in 2011 at the Gamescom; we met Ryu on his birthday just a few months ago!" I said; with every word Cell seemed to relax a bit, letting me hope that I could convince him. "Your favourite colour is green and you had a cat called Susi. I still owe you a new laptop and fifteen Euros for a game you bought me when I couldn't open Steam to get the summer-sale."
"This... this can't be..." He stepped back, his face showing confusion once again, the knife still pointing in my direction, but at least not threatening to spill my blood in a second.
"Cell, if I had really have replaced myself - which doesn't even make any sense - you would be trapped in a cocoon already, or something like that. Look what Chrysalis did after her disguise was blown."
"You.. are right," he said, still breathing heavily, like me. "But... this can't be! Changelings are fictional... Hell! The whole My Little Pony world is fictional! But... how can you be one? Did you know it?"
"I swear by my life that I didn't know it."
"I.. I believe you," he replied and looked at the knife still clenched in his shaking hand. He instantly dropped it, realising what he nearly did.
Relief washed over my body, watching the blade fall to the ground. "Thanks," I said; that was all I could manage to say with the adrenaline slowly leaving my body.
We were both silent for several minutes, giving each other odd stares, because this whole situation was simply awkward; just a few seconds ago one of my best friends nearly killed me because I had turned into a changeling in front of his eyes. "And what are we going to do now?" Cell asked, breaking the silence.
"I have no idea; seriously, I mean, I am a fuckin' changeling!" I said to him, chuckling at the whole situation for a second, more out of helplessness than finding it funny; until realising what it meant for me, what impact this will have on my life, nothing will be the same again... "What are my parents going to say..." I muttered.
He looked at the floor for a second and at me again. "Turn back", he said.
"What?"
"I said 'turn back', like in 'transform your body into yours again'," he said, like it was a matter of fact.
Is he serious? "What? Cell, I just discovered that I am an evil fictional race from a cartoon and now you want me to turn back?" I deadpanned.
"I don't know." He shrugged, his gaze wandering to the ground. "Just turn back and... we forget all of this. Okay?"
I simply stared at him, unsure if he was joking around. "Are you serious? First of all, this is nothing you can forget about. Second-," I paused for a moment before throwing my arms/legs into the air. "-I have no idea how to shape shift!"
"Then... what are we going to do now? You can't go out like that," he stated.
"You are right... First of all I think I should figure out how to change my body until tomorrow morning, or else...," I gulped, imagining how I could explain this situation to my parents. They would never believe me...
"... your parents are gonna find out that you are not a human?" Cell finished my sentence.
Thanks for getting my hopes up... "Right and with how overdramatic they can be, this wouldn't be pleasant... wait a minute...", I said and placed my hands-turned-hooves on my head. "That means that my parents are changelings... OR I AM ADOPTED!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down!" Cell said while grabbing me at my shoulder. "I don't think that you are adopted; you told me that you have exactly the same allergies as your mother and it's kinda impossible that this is just coincidence."
"But that means... they are changelings? Oh my god, why didn't they tell me about this," I sniffed, fearing what I possibly did all the time. "All these years I have been feeding off my friends, like they are just... food..."
"Yan, I am okay, Ryu is okay and everyone else you know as well - nobody died and nobody is ill. Even if you feed upon us, it clearly doesn't hurt." he stated.
"You are right..." I said and wiped my tears away. "Cell, this needs to be kept a secret, like you said 'forget that it happened'. If anyone sees me like that it will go around like a forest fire and if the government gets behind this I am dead..." I began to panic again, thinking about what they would do with me. "They... would slice me open, look how I work and what I can do... and... and-" My monologue, aka panic attack, was ended by his flat hand abruptly connecting to my cheek.
"Calm down! Nothing like that will happen! I won't tell anyone and as long as you won't, all will be fine! Think about it: you managed to hide this for all 17 years of your life, even you yourself didn't knew it. If you manage to turn back, you will be safe."
"If I can... I don't even know what to begin with..." I simply shook my head in defeat. "Shit, can this day get any worse?"
"C'mon, this isn't so bad after all," he tried to cheer me up.
"What do you mean?" I asked him while glaring angrily at him, because seriously, what can be good about this? On the other hand, he was just trying to help.
"You are a changeling, right? That means that changelings exist and that means-," he smiled at me.
What could he... I thought before I realised what he meant. "Tha... that means... that MLP is real!" I said while grinning at the thought of meeting the Mane 6 and seeing their world for real.
"Have you ever seen a changeling grin? That looks so creepy, you should see for yourself." He chuckled.
"Wha-, why?"
"Well, you have long fangs and that kinda looks like a vampire mouth... you would be perfect for a fun house!" Cell said and began laughing at the glare I gave him.
"Haha, really funny." He still laughed, but I didn't bother...
Looking at myself again a thought crossed my mind: Wait... why did I even change into this? Shouldn't it need some sort of magic to disrupt a changeling disguise? Maybe Cell knows... "Cell, what actually happened?" He stopped laughing, the grin still plastered on his face. "What has changed me into-," I pointed at my body, "-this? I just remember that we were working on the Tesla Coil and then nothing."
"You don't remember it? Well, no wonder after you hit yourself with enough electrical power to stop a heart..." He scratched his head. "It's a wonder that you are still alive."
I DID WHAT? "Wait, wait, wait; what? Do you mean that I touched the turned-on coil?"
"Not really.... oh wait I will show you!," he said while I gave him a questioning look. "Your camera is still recording, we got everything on tape!"
I gulped at this. "We have that on tape? We should better delete it before-," I tried to stand up but fell on my chin instantly. "Uff! Oh man, what the-," I tried and fell again; meanwhile Cell grinned and suppressed his laughter. "You think this is funny? I have a serious problem here!"
"I don't think that you can walk on two legs," he commented, barely able to suppress his laughter.
"Ugh, now I need to figure out how to walk like a horse as well; great!" I stood up again, still very shakily. I knew how a horse or pony walked, but doing it yourself is something totally different. C'mon Yan, you can do this! It's like crawling on the floor! I tried to step forward and....
To my surprise I didn't fall. I had great difficulties holding my balance, but I somehow managed to stand. "That's... easier than I thought," I said with a smirk on my face...
Until I fell again, Cell now laughing his ass off.
"Hahahah man, that's priceless! Like a foal doing its first steps!" He laughed even more after saying this. And now you know why I call everyone of my friends an 'ass' sometimes...
"Well, these ARE my first steps as a changeling! So could you stop laughing and... I don't know, carry me upstairs or something?"
He stopped laughing and looked at me like I asked him to do something extremely embarrassing. "What? Carry you?"
"Yes! The sooner this is over, the sooner we can forget all of this!" I replied with a stern tone.
"Ugh, okay." He walked up to me and grabbed me at around chest. "You are much heavier than I thought, weren't you trying to eat less?" he said with a huge grin.
"Very funny, Cell! Of course I am heavier in this state! Do you even know how heavy a horse or pony is?"
"You aren't THIS heavy, actually I think you weigh the same," Cell stated. "It's just funny to see you rage." And this is another reason why I call him an 'ass' sometimes...
Grumbling at him making fun of my weight problem - yes I am slightly overweight, but this isn't something you have to know - I noticed something else:
A changeling has one hell of a scary voice! Seriously, that grumbling came out like predatory growling, just like a wolf's one.
Now that I think about it, my voice sounded different. "Test, test, 1, 2, 3...,"
"What... are you doing?" Cell asked me, slightly confused.
"Nothing, just testing my voice," I replied. It sounds like Chrysalis'... my voice seems to be mixed with another, distorted one... cool? Having a voice like that was cool in one way, I mean, it sounded very alien-like, but on the other hand it was still partly my own voice.
After Cell carried me upstairs he let me down on my hooves so I could stand - actually it was more like controlled shaking than standing... "I will get the camera and don't fall down again. I don't want to patch up a changeling, because I have no idea what to do then."
"Why?"
"Well, maybe changelings have acid-like blood or you go insane by a wound and try to eat flesh to regenerate?" he explained and looked at me like it was a matter of fact.
Í had no idea what to say and simply stared at him. Sometimes I really wondered what was wrong with Cell... or my friends in general... it felt like I was surrounded by group of maniacs... "*sigh* Just get the damn camera, I will be fine..." And with that he went down into the cellar again. Not wanting to stand the entire time in the hallway I decided to walk to the living room, but... how?
I lifted a hoof and already felt my weight shifting to one side, I immediately put the hoof down onto the ground again so I didn't fall. Okay, this isn't going to work... How can this be so hard? Must have something to do with the electrical shock... or the adrenaline... or both...
I tried again, but the fear of falling again stopped me; so I just decided to crawl into the living room, stopping beside the sofa.
A few seconds later I heard Cell hastily walking upstairs again and calling for me: "Yan, where are you?"
"I am in the living room!"
He came into the room and looked at me. "Are you sure you want to watch this and not delete it instantly? I mean, can you bear watching yourself turning into a changeling? Kinda shocking if you ask me..."
I thought about it for a second. Will this change me? Will this change my life? Will this-... Fuck it, YOLO! "Just a single time and then we will delete it, okay?"
"If you say so, then let's watch it." He plugged the cord coming from his TV into the camcorder and started the video.
I could see myself and him standing beside the Tesla Coil; I was currently plugging the cords in and heard Cell trying to warn me, but was interrupted by a bang. The capacitors unloaded their energy in form of a bolt, my body was instantly falling down and engulfed in green fire; Cell looked flabbergasted and shocked at what was happening. "Like in the wedding episode," I commented. After the flames had expired, I could see myself as a changeling, Cell going into 'mental breakdown'-mode; luckily my clothes were still unharmed by the flames, which surprised me. "You can stop the video."
"And? What now?" my friend asked me.
"Like I said: I have to transform myself into my normal self... and then we NEVER talk about this again!"
"What? Didn't you say that something like this can't be forgotten that easily?"
"I know, but what if somebody finds out what I am? What is going to happen? What if they catch me and put me into a lab? What if they dissect me?" I said with a cranky voice. The thought about getting cut into small bits wasn't very pleasant.
"Yan, you already had that thought a few minutes ago and I told you that nobody will find out," Cell tried to calm me down.
"I hope so... The sooner I turn back the sooner I can live my life again and nobody will ever know... Ugh, but I have no idea how to do this, you?"
"Weeeellll.... no. How about thinking about it? Imagine your old self and... use the force?" he suggested.
"Oookay?" With his 'advice' in mind, I tried to think of myself again and-...
"WAIT!"
"What?"
"I am not ready!" I wanted to ask Cell what he meant, but saw that he was crawling under his table and shielding his head with his arms. "Okay, ready!"
"I... ugh" Trying to concentrate again, I closed my eyes and blocked out everything I could. I concentrated on my an image of myself and imagined shape shifting into this form. At first nothing happened, but after some time I felt some kind of... instinct... like a new limb reacting. Trying to control it I felt a static and prickling feeling washing over me; I felt my bones reshaping, my muscles stretching and my changeling shell melting into human skin; it was like every nerve in my body was on fire and frozen at the same time.
This all felt very scary and I was close to freaking out, but at the same time I somehow knew that it was... natural, like I was used to it.
The feeling stopped and I opened my eyes again. "Did it work?"
"Look at yourself," Cell said.
I held up my hand instantly and I could truly see my hand; I wiggled my fingers to confirm that it really was my own. "Yes, it worked!" I yelled in joy and stood up from my lying position.
"That was way faster than I expected. Are you sure that you have never done this before?"
"Currently I am not even sure if this all real. But if it's just... a... " I suddenly felt extremely dizzy and my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, until I couldn't keep them open. "Cell... help..." I felt myself falling down and hitting the floor.
— — — —
Suddenly I woke up in my own room and everything seemed normal. To say that I was confused was an understatement, but I soon realised that this all was just a bad dream. "Oh shit... that was a nightmare, just a nightmare...," I chuckled at the thought of it. "Just a crazy nightmare," I laughed.
"Not really...."
End of chapter 2
Author's Note
This took way longer than I thought...
I have no idea how long the other chapter will take, but I will try to increase the update rate...
