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Greymon TF

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        Damien listened to his mom drone on about how his grades were dropping, how he should be trying harder on his homework, how he should actually do his homework. He didn't really care, but he had to nod every once in a while, or else she would just start over. "Alright I think you get it… You can go."
         "Can I go to the street fair?"
         "No. It's too dangerous for you to go there by yourself!"
         "But, mom, I'm seventeen! I'm sure I'm old enough."
         "No, Damien! Besides, I have to leave for a conference at one, and I don't want to leave the house empty."
        Damien looked at the clock. "But it's only noon!"
         "Well, yes, but it'll take me an hour to get there. Now go do your homework."
         "Fine…" Damien sulked off to his room. That was typical mom, overly cautious and protective. Damien didn't see why he couldn't go. It was a street fair, for crying out loud! What could possibly happen? Damien closed and locked the door to his bedroom, pretending to do homework until he heard his mom yell goodbye from the front door. Damien raced over to the window and peeked out the blinds so he wouldn't be seen by anyone outside. His mom's car pulled out of the driveway moments later.
        He waited a minute or two to let his mom get far away and then heaved open his window and looked down a floor to the ground. It isn't too far of a fall, he thought. Keeping that in mind, Damien jumped out. He hit the ground with a thud, landing hard on his right ankle, possibly spraining it. So much for that. By the time he had gotten his shoe off, it had already swelled up a lot. Damien gingerly put weight on it to test it, only to have pain shooting up his leg. He sat back down to avoid further injuries
        A few seconds later, a voice said, "Hey, Damien! Are you all right?" Damien looked around, wondering who had called his name. He saw an unfamiliar girl about his own age walking over to him from across the street. When the she got closer to him, Damien saw how beautiful she was. It was something he couldn't explain, she was just downright attractive. "Are you all right?" she repeated, crouching down in front of him. "That looked like it hurt."
        Damien glanced down at his ankle and back up again. "Um… not really… I mean hurts pretty badly." The girl looked at him, as if trying to make up her mind about something. Damien locked his dark brown eyes with her stunning electric blue ones. After what seemed like centuries, the girl stood up and offered him her hand.
         "Come on. I've got something that should fix that ankle of yours right up." Although the tiny bit of mom in his conscience was resisting, he took her hand. All ideas of fun at the fair had been forgotten. The girl supported his right side almost across the whole neighborhood until they reached a white house with a slanted grey roof and a wooden fence. The girl told him to sit on a bench while she went inside to get something, taking a hidden key from under a loose corner of the concrete.
        When she came back out, she was holding a cup with a steaming liquid inside. It was a deep blue color that seemed almost inviting. Damien held it for a moment, just staring at it. The girl finally said "Oh, relax, it's just tea." Half-reassured by this, Damien took a small sip from the cup. It tasted like the best soda ever mixed with a fresh batch of brownies and had an odd herbal aftertaste. He quickly downed the rest of the cup.
         "Oh, man, that was great…what was it?"
         "It's what's going to help your ankle heal." Damien felt his ankle and was surprised to feel the swelling reducing rapidly.
         "Wha…what?!? How did you -?"
         "Shhh shhh shhh." The girl said, putting a finger to his lips. "You can't tell anyone about this, okay?" Damien nodded. "Alright, now go home." He started to leave, but then turned around and said, "Wait…what's your name? And how did you know mine?"
        The girl turned to face him and said, "My name's Erin." She turned and went inside, leaving his second question left completely unanswered.

        The next day was Monday. Damien woke with a start and examined his ankle. There was no sign of swelling or pain at all. School passed by quicker than usual, his head filled with thoughts of the previous day. Was it all just a dream? During lunch, he was sitting outside alone when he felt a sudden jolt in his right ankle, almost causing him to drop his food. With further investigation, he discovered it was swelling up again! He stared as it grew to the same size it was yesterday after the injury occurred the first time.
        Damien looked around. Nobody had seen what happened to him yet. Hopefully it would stay that way. "Oh, I'm just in time!" a voice said behind him, startling him. "There's way too many people here." Damien turned around to see Erin standing behind him, holding another cup of the blue drink she had given him yesterday. "Here," she said, handing him the cup. He drank it and just stared at her questioningly. As his ankle shrank again, Erin leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Come to my house on Saturday at midnight and I'll be able to explain a lot. See you soon. Bye." And she left, leaving him staring after her, his head buzzing with thoughts.
        It was on the following day that Erin made yet another appearance in Damien's life. The only difference was that this one was casual, stereotypical even. "Class," His first period teacher said. "We have a new student joining us. Why don't you introduce yourself?"
         "I'm Erin Grey." Damien, who had been half-asleep at his desk, jerked his head up. There she was standing at the front of the classroom, her gaze locked on him. The teacher said something he didn't hear and Erin started walking towards him, taking the empty desk next to him. She didn't say anything; she just sat still, blankly staring at the front of the room. Damien followed suit. To anyone else, it was obvious neither were paying any attention to the lesson at all.
        After class, Damien caught Erin coming out the door. Before he could say anything, she just handed him a silver thermos. Opening the cap revealed it was full of the blue tea for his ankle. "Take this every day when it starts to swell up," She said. "Fill the cap up, that should be enough." After that, she walked away. Why does she keep doing that?
        Damien did as she said for the next two days. However, on Thursday, Erin rushed up to him, her expression a mix of excitement and anxiousness. "I think I have something that will fix your ankle permanently. Come to my house tonight instead of Saturday. I'll explain more then."
         "Umm…alright. I'll have to sneak out, but it should work."
         "Perfect! OK, see you then!"
        Damien looked at the clock for about the hundredth time. 11:45. He had set his alarm for five minutes from now, but he disabled it. There was absolutely no way he could sleep at all. Finally the TV in the living room turned off and his mom went to bed. Silently, Damien slipped out the bed, already dressed, and took his old rope ladder out from under the bed. He had found it earlier while searching for a way out of his window that wasn't jumping. He walked over to his desk and took out a roll of duct tape. He held his breath and ripped off a piece. He waited for his mom to come in and ask him what he was doing, but nothing happened.
        He taped the ladder to the windowsill and threw it out. The tape held fast, making the ladder an easy way out. Damien lowered himself down to the ground and took off towards Erin's house. A few times, he was afraid he had gotten himself lost, but he eventually came to the white house with the same grey roof. Erin was sitting on the bench outside the door. When she saw him, she stood up and waved him over. "Come inside." It was warm in Erin's house, causing him to shed his jacket.
         "What do you have that'll fix my ankle?"
         "I did a little…research…and I think I found the perfect remedy." She walked him over to the fridge and handed him a pitcher and a glass. He poured out the contents. It was a muted orange color and it smelled like smoke. He downed it in a few seconds and immediately coughed. It tasted like a big campfire, ashes and all. The fire part, however, was much more real. It felt as if his entire mouth were aflame! He ran over to the sink and filled a glass with water. By the time he had finished drinking, the feeling had subsided.
         "What was that?"
         "Look at your ankle." Damien's ankle had reduced to the normal size, and a small bit of pain Damien never noticed before went away, making it feel a lot better.
         "Wow! It feels great!"
         "Now, that might have some side effects later on, but it won't be anything too serious, just a fever or sweating."
         "OK."
         "Good. Now, I have to tell you something…I'm leaving."
         "Leaving? Why?"
         "Well…I'm moving." Erin seemed to be choosing her words carefully.
"Oh…well thanks, I guess."
         "Yeah," Damien was disappointed. He would miss her.
         "OK…bye, Damien."
         "Goodbye."
        Damien left without another word.
        The next day was Friday. Normally, Damien would be happy that the school week was over, but today, it was not so. Erin was leaving so unexpectedly, it felt like he didn't know her as well as he should have. It seemed like she was hiding something, too. He sighed, finishing his lunch. As he stood up to throw his garbage away, his right ankle burned. "Ow! What the-" Damien's entire body filled up with heat. He stayed calm, thinking it was just a side effect.
        All at once, the heat stopped and concentrated on his ankle. Damien rolled down his sock to see it starting to swell up a little. "Oh, great," Damien said aloud. "I guess that drink didn't work after all!" After further inspection, he found a bruise that he hadn't noticed before. It was a nasty yellow color, almost orange. Wait…it is orange! And it's moving!
        The bruise was spreading before his eyes, rough to the touch. Soon, it had covered his entire right leg from his toes to his knee, and still moving. Before anyone could see, he sprinted off to some nearby bushes and took off his shoes. His toes were white and hard to the touch, not to mention the intense heat focused on them. They stretched out and sharpened to a point at the end, all except his end toes, which wriggled back into nothing. Damien felt his new foot, which had started to cool. What he found was not skin, but rather scales!
        Meanwhile, the scales and the heat had started to cover his stomach and other leg. His shoe burst open, revealing another trio of long, white toes. Damien tried to stand up, but he was stopped halfway as his legs permanently bent in a half-crouch. Blue scales formed in stripes on his thighs and continued to appear all up the rest of his body. Damien was on the verge of panic, and was about to give into complete terror when he realized the cause of this. Erin's drink! He poked his head out of the bushes and glanced down the street. He scanned the houses until he found the same white house he had been to the night before. Making sure no cars were coming, he took off down the street.
        By the time he reached Erin's house, the intruding scales had washed over most of his chest and were advancing on his neck and arms, coming with a fresher, hotter wave of heat at each new area. He rapped on the door hastily. After a few seconds, he turned and tore off the loose edge of concrete and grabbed the key. Instead of him unlocking the tumblers, he jammed the key in the lock and just broke it.
         "Erin! Where are you?" Damien demanded. Erin was a few feet away from the door, as if she was about to open it when Damien had barged in.
         "Damien! Oh, it-" She cut her voice off in the middle of her sentence.
         "Look at what your drink is doing to me!" She started to talk, but he cut her off again. "Fix me. Now." The last word came out as a growl. She nodded as her eyes grew wide. Had he scared, her? Damien took another look at his ever-changing body. There were more scales than skin now, and his hands were just being covered in glossy scales. I look like a monster, Damien thought miserably. A big, mutated, monster. Erin reappeared at that moment holding a book.
         "I'm sorry, Damien. I know it's my fault this is happening to you, but that's no way to think." He looked at her, startled. Could she hear his thoughts? "Yes, Damien. Yes I can. Now stop gawking and hold still. I'll explain later." Erin opened her book to a tab and sifted through the pages. When she found whatever it was that she was looking for, she raised her gaze back to his. Their eyes locked for a second, and then she began reading from the page.
        Her words were strange, and said in a garbled tongue. As she spoke, Damien felt his arms tingle. Upon inspection, he saw that his hands, which were changing slowly, began transforming faster. He stared at his fingers as they meshed together into three, and Erin began to look nervous. "Erin, what was that? What did you do? It's going faster than before."
         "I…I know. I made it do that," She said finally. Damien felt his jaw drop. "Just let this happen, please." Her bright blue eyes were pleading.
         "But-" Damien was cut off by a fresher wave of heat in his fingers as they sprouted white claws at the tips. His shoulders broadened quickly, and almost immediately after, the scales were all the way up his neck. This is happening too fast! Several blue stripes appeared along his neck.
        Damien was afraid the scales were going to envelop him completely, but was confused when they stopped at his jaw. His bottom lip and top lip were changing simultaneously, the lower being covered in scales and the upper hardening into a dark brown substance. This hard substance sped up the rest of his face and began rooting his hair out. "Erin, please make it stop!"
        She raised her eyes to his and let them betray her sadness. She looked almost sorry as she said, "I liked your eyes. It's a shame they have to be such an evil red color now." Her words confused him. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short by a flaming sensation in his eyes. For a few moments he could see nothing. He reached up and felt for his eyes, but Erin grabbed his arm. "Don't, you'll claw your eyes out." He found some sense in her words and lowered his arm. His sight returned slowly as the dark brown material finished his hair removal.
        Two spikes shot out of Damien's head, and a third one emerged from his nose. His teeth immediately sharpened and poked out of his mouth. "Oh, God, Erin, please stop this." She shook her head slowly. The fiery feeling coming from his new horns flew down past his torso to his tailbone, but some still remained in his face. Damien didn't know how much longer he could keep himself from giving into his growing panic.
        The heat seared his tailbone as it elongated, shooting straight out backwards. Damien had little time to examine his new tail because his face was encased in an overwhelming wave of searing heat. It seemed that all he would ever know was this intense heat, and nothing else existed. The feeling unnerved him, and he quickly shook it off to see his nose and mouth launch themselves forwards. "Please, Erin," His voice began to deepen, and his new long face stopped moving. "Stop it. I'm scared. Please!"
Erin grabbed his orange shoulders.
         "Keep it together, Damien! Come on out here." She pulled him outside and practically threw him onto the street.
         "What are you doing?"
         "You need room. You're about to get very big." She gestured to his torso. He looked down to see his body swiftly gaining muscles, each with a burst of warmth.
         "Is this all?" Damien was half joking, but he didn't need a reply. He could already feel his entire body grow. He could soon see over the rooftops, and then over the nearby forest. He could see the school over the trees, and saw the kids walking to their classes. Lunchtime had just ended. His sudden growth spurt stopped and he looked back down at the street as the last of the heat subsided. Erin was much smaller than before. He had to bend down to hear what she was saying.
         "Are you alright?"
         "Yeah, I'm fine," Damien's voice was a deep growl. "Now explain yourself."
         "OK, you deserve it."
         "I'll say."
        She laughed and walked into the woods. "Yeah. Come on, you won't want to be seen like this." Damien followed her. When they had reached a clearing, Damien bent down so he was below the treetops. Erin cleared her throat and began.
         "Damien, first I'd like to say I'm sorry for doing this to you without asking first. I guess I was afraid you'd say no." Damien grunted neutrally. "Anyway, you've found out I can read thoughts and that I can change people's forms. Those drinks you had were actually potions. And that book was a spellbook. I used it to speed your transformation up. The potion's effects are irreversible, so I could only make it take less time. And the reason I can do these things is because…I'm a sorceress." She paused a moment to let that sink in before continuing. "I told you I was leaving because I was going to open a portal when you went to sleep, but you came to my house instead.
         "The creature you are now is called a Greymon. You may recognize it from the show Digimon. Something about the Digital World though…it's real. The digimon are starting to disappear, though, so I offered to…make some more. I chose you because you're rebellious, and you'd be happier there than you are here."
        Damien nodded slowly. This was a big divulgence, and what she said was true. He had always secretly wanted to leave, and he felt as if he didn't belong here anyway. Another thought suddenly struck him. "What about my mom? Won't she notice I'm gone?"
         "Darn, I forgot about her! Oh, I know." She concentrated a moment and said a few words in her garbled tongue and then snapped her fingers. "There. She'll forget all about you before she goes to bed tonight." Damien felt a small pang of remorse. Even if she had been a pain, she was still his mother. It would be hard to forget her in the Digital World. Plus, he would feel very alone, even with other digimon around him. "Don't worry, Damien," Erin said, reading his thoughts. "I'll visit you every so often. You'll feel right at home."
         "Oh, OK. Um, Erin?"
         "Yes?"
         "Thank you. You're really good with those potions and stuff." Her eyes glowed at his praise.
         "Thanks, but it's nothing, really. Anyway, we should get you to your new home." She turned away from him and started casting another spell. Before long, a sandy yellow light materialized in front of her. "Just step into this, and you'll be there. I'll see you soon, Damien. Goodbye."
         "Goodbye, Erin." Damien took a breath and slowly stepped out of his old human world into the yellow light. When he emerged, he felt dazed. A shining expanse of water sparkled in front of him, and behind him there was a forest. Damien looked at his new surroundings and smiled.
        This was his new home.
        This was his new world.
Well, I'm alive and working (rather slowly at that). I developed an unusual and rare passion for this story, causing me to really put more time and thought into it than I usually do.
There aren't many Greymon TFs out there, so :iconownall15: asked me to do one. I'm really proud of it, and I hope you all like it.
© 2011 - 2024 Doomgotten
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Nice short story. In his place, I would have left too. I'm looking forward to reading his others. I would have liked to read about his life as Greymon afterwards.