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Chapter 2

The Story The Authors

She diled up her long time ex-boyfriend. Nikki

Who still liked her. They stared to talk and found out they still had a few things in common. "Why don't we meet sometime soon" he said "I still miss our wondreful time together." No Name

"Oh, well" She said "At least I can know kill Jack Cougiout" Elisabeth

"But that would be horrible, you'd land your self in the slammer" He dramaticly said Elisabeth

"Come to think of it I might as well kill you too" Elisabeth

"Kill me?", she politely asked. "Yes, my dear. You must die." He cast a judgmental glare at her, then added. "You see, I never liked you, though I made it seem as if you were the girl of my dreams. You fell for it, baby. Fell for it hard. I had you around my finger like a cheap crackerjack ring. Yeah, that's right. Cheap! You were nothing but a cheap goodtime girl. And now your time has expired, baby. It's time to say goodbye...and good riddance." He reached into his jacket for his revolver. "Wait..." she said. "Before you kill me, there is something you must know..." Blue Sky

She glanced straight into his eyes and smiled "I never just roll over and fall asleep, but I know pigs like you do. Well, I have some news for you." Just then he know what she had meant. The revolver wasn't in his pocket. His eyes grew wide with fear, the very fear he had meant for her. She pulled the strong steel from out of her jeans, grinning at the thought that in a matter of minutes his brains would be scattered across the floor she had scraped her knees against. She could smell the fear and agony dripping from him. She said no words, enjoying the moment, as if it were her last, and not his. And then inside her, she heard a voice. It cried out in pain, and she dropped to the floor in one fast fall. He smiled at the sight of her laying on the cold ground, begging for the pain to subside. He reached down at her, grabbed the revolver, but in an instant she knew what she had to do... Amy L. Mattingly

The voice in her head cried out again, this time giving her strength. She lunged her left foot as far and as fast as she could into his stomach. "help her..." The voices cried out. The man, only known as Neil, fell backward, into the kitchen table. His head struck a corner and he was blacked out in less than a second. "help her...." The woman clawled at her head, in an attempt to make the voices stop, but they raced and whispered to her..."Help her..." There was only one thing that the blonde called Kasey could do...and that was run. So, she took off out of the tacky trailer hidden in the back of the foothills, and ran along until she came to the railroad crossing. She stared up into the sky, searching for answers, finding only the stars to comfort the sounds of the voices in her mind. She crawled across the tracks, not making a sound. There were no houses for miles, and she still held tight onto the revolver. She creeped into a culvert pipe made for the over flow of the river, and stood in the eight foot high pipe, catching her breath and her thoughts. With her eyes closed she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She was with him, he tried to kill her, she got away. But why had these whispers inside her driven her here. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and unknown to her, her once beautiful blue eyes had been turned into those of a wild panther. She could see like she had never before, and instead of the voices in her head, no there were the sounds of the night. She breathed in the nigth air, and smelt the distant smell of blood. It was familiar, and she tried to recall where she knew it from. A man...? A dying man...? She couldn't remember. The gun in her hand fell softly into the mud that waded around her feet, and she took careful steps to leave the pipe, no trails, all instinct. She climbed into a lofty tree nearby, and peared into a new night. She had a purpose. But now she must rest. There would be time for her to get there, where ever she was detined to go. *Mango*

As she slept, her body changed into a long, lovely, lithe panther, with blood-streaked fur under her handsome head. Alas, her mind remained that ofof of Kasey, the terrified woman. When she awoke from her nightmare, the tra nsformation was real. Bewildered at first, she screamed into the daylight a blood-curling yowl of apprehension. Suddenly realizing that the man was no longer a threat, she began to admire her new form. Soon the metamor- phosis was complete, and Kasey the panther began to groom her fur. In the process, she lost her Kasey identity and began to purr. Anne

The Story	The Authors
She diled up her long time ex-boyfriend.	Nikki
Who still liked her. They stared to talk and found out they still had a few things in common. "Why don't we meet sometime soon" he said "I still miss our wondreful time together."	No Name
"Oh, well" She said "At least I can know kill Jack Cougiout"	Elisabeth
"But that would be horrible, you'd land your self in the slammer" He dramaticly said	Elisabeth
"Come to think of it I might as well kill you too"	Elisabeth
"Kill me?", she politely asked. "Yes, my dear. You must die." He cast a judgmental glare at her, then added. "You see, I never liked you, though I made it seem as if you were the girl of my dreams. You fell for it, baby. Fell for it hard. I had you around my finger like a cheap crackerjack ring. Yeah, that's right. Cheap! You were nothing but a cheap goodtime girl. And now your time has expired, baby. It's time to say goodbye...and good riddance." He reached into his jacket for his revolver. "Wait..." she said. "Before you kill me, there is something you must know..."	Blue Sky
She glanced straight into his eyes and smiled "I never just roll over and fall asleep, but I know pigs like you do. Well, I have some news for you." Just then he know what she had meant. The revolver wasn't in his pocket. His eyes grew wide with fear, the very fear he had meant for her. She pulled the strong steel from out of her jeans, grinning at the thought that in a matter of minutes his brains would be scattered across the floor she had scraped her knees against. She could smell the fear and agony dripping from him. She said no words, enjoying the moment, as if it were her last, and not his. And then inside her, she heard a voice. It cried out in pain, and she dropped to the floor in one fast fall. He smiled at the sight of her laying on the cold ground, begging for the pain to subside. He reached down at her, grabbed the revolver, but in an instant she knew what she had to do...	Amy L. Mattingly
The voice in her head cried out again, this time giving her strength. She lunged her left foot as far and as fast as she could into his stomach. "help her..." The voices cried out. The man, only known as Neil, fell backward, into the kitchen table. His head struck a corner and he was blacked out in less than a second. "help her...." The woman clawled at her head, in an attempt to make the voices stop, but they raced and whispered to her..."Help her..." There was only one thing that the blonde called Kasey could do...and that was run. So, she took off out of the tacky trailer hidden in the back of the foothills, and ran along until she came to the railroad crossing. She stared up into the sky, searching for answers, finding only the stars to comfort the sounds of the voices in her mind. She crawled across the tracks, not making a sound. There were no houses for miles, and she still held tight onto the revolver. She creeped into a culvert pipe made for the over flow of the river, and stood in the eight foot high pipe, catching her breath and her thoughts. With her eyes closed she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She was with him, he tried to kill her, she got away. But why had these whispers inside her driven her here. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and unknown to her, her once beautiful blue eyes had been turned into those of a wild panther. She could see like she had never before, and instead of the voices in her head, no there were the sounds of the night. She breathed in the nigth air, and smelt the distant smell of blood. It was familiar, and she tried to recall where she knew it from. A man...? A dying man...? She couldn't remember. The gun in her hand fell softly into the mud that waded around her feet, and she took careful steps to leave the pipe, no trails, all instinct. She climbed into a lofty tree nearby, and peared into a new night. She had a purpose. But now she must rest. There would be time for her to get there, where ever she was detined to go.	Mango
As she slept, her body changed into a long, lovely, lithe panther, with blood-streaked fur under her handsome head. Alas, her mind remained that ofof of Kasey, the terrified woman. When she awoke from her nightmare, the tra nsformation was real. Bewildered at first, she screamed into the daylight a blood-curling yowl of apprehension. Suddenly realizing that the man was no longer a threat, she began to admire her new form. Soon the metamor- phosis was complete, and Kasey the panther began to groom her fur. In the process, she lost her Kasey identity and began to purr.	Anne

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