nothing of any value

After hours of searching through intricate paintings of abstract creatures, pictures of your past, and documents that held no value to your cause, you fall to a restful slumber. You wake to a brown sealing and beyond hot temperatures, you walk out of the attic wiping your brow of the sweat, and your hair dries and restyles its self to fit the cooler temperatures. Jessica really outdid this body with appearance, you looked perfect in every way. It just showed how obsessed with appearance and looks Jessica was. It was always evident in the past, she would dress herself and put of makeup for any occasion. Be it family meeting, or just going swimming, she kept her appearance to top notch. She had always been very attractive, facial and body wise, but she fretted what people thought of her looks more than was normal. She even had some sort of makeup thing, to her a lot was bad. She had to be a barbie doll for EVERYONE, even the twins. So when faced with the temptation of being a perfect doll, she bit off more than she could chew. Your female body was beyond perfect for any person, let alone a fourteen year old. But that was not the issue you where facing, you where perfectly fine with being a cute girl, it was you wisps. Occasionally one popped out, and if in public, you had a lot of relaxation to deal with. Which you figured out was like getting someone drunk, so lots of people limbered around if you did. It was something you really needed to figure out.

Then, you realized something was very wrong. Sally and Mike where not patient enough to let you look and sleep for several hours. Your heart stopped, and you raced down stairs. You searched the house, yelling you there names over and over. You then come to your mothers bedroom, and see Sally huddled up at the edge of the bed in a fetal position. She is pail white and shirtless, and is covered in scratches from head to tow. She rocks herself back and forth, repeating one word over and over again. Mike. Mike. Mike. The room is trashed, and all moms old clothing is spread around in a mess. You morph into you wolf form and rush over to Sally, swarming your wisps over her to heal her wounds. This brings her out of her trance.

"Oh god, Oh god, They, they they took mike!" She shouts in a mess,"They took HIm. MIKE!"

"He's gone! HE'S GONE," Sally shouts at you.

You look at her tear and fear laced eyes and speak in your low calm deep voice, "Who"

Sally lost it. She grabbed your harry body and hugged you while she sobbed. And sobbed. And sobbed.