Myles Away

Let's get the fun part out of the way; I'm a lycan. How'd I get like this? Welp, one cool, crisp night I was walking home from my girl's house, blasting some music from an anime soundtrack, getting hyped, then shortly after, got mauled by some roided out wolfbeast. I don't remember much after that; it's spotty. I crawled home leaving a trail of my own blood, then sat at my front door in a pool of my own blood before waking up in my own bed. Everything was cool, clean, and clear...well except for the fact I could smell someone's dog shitting on a fresh cut lawn several blocks away. Now don't get me wrong, I love dogs. I don't like dogshit. I like bullshitting, but I don't like actual shit, waste, feces, excrement; you get the idea. Later that day, I discovered I can also effortlessly throw a full grown person several yards across a room and out a window with just one arm. Before you start thinking I was abusing my power, I wasn't. I was protecting my friends from an evil asshole; demon-like evil actually. Now half of my friends know what I am and the other half don't, but my circle is pretty small guys, so it's like three people per side. Now I get to juggle this secret along with college, work, and my aspiring dreams of being a decent writer, actor, and adventurer…Hehe...I really wish it ended like this guys, I really do, but hey, I told you I liked bullshitting. The evil asshole that attacked my friends? One of my friends. The even division among my friends? Still three for each side: three dead, three alive. Me? I got kidnapped, got fangs, got claws and got all that goes with it.It's not a complete shitshow; it's definitely screwed up, but I'm just gonna go with the flow. It's all I can do. It's damn near all I ever did. At least I have these cool ass powers, but damn did they come with a price...

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