Post by John Dark on Oct 14, 2013 11:35:28 GMT
The basement of the massive, abandoned building-turned-home of one John Dark smelled strongly of wet rust, and debris. While the renovators of the place removed the mold-ridden dry walls, and replaced them with solid concrete, and refurnished the sub level with fresh, brand new flooring and pipes, the smell still lingered like an ugly reminder of the run down dump that it used to be. The smell had been faint to the renovators, but to Dr. Dark the stench was still there as if nobody had done any changed to the room. It did not matter though, because despite the fact that he had been living with his “condition” of a few months now, he was beginning to get used to the different aspects of his newfound abilities, compliments of the condition and one of the brighter benefits from the disease. Now, he was able to at least ignore the smell, and focus on other scents that were around the area.
The smell of a woman’s perfume, several kilometers away, was one of the things he focused on. It was not as if he was trying to purposefully focus on it either, because he was used to the smell of the basement by now. However, the woman’s scent was more enticing than anything, and it was calling to Dark like a lustful Siren beckoning him to find her and take her. John could also tell that it was not her usual perfume either, because there was the faint smell of a secondary one underneath it. If she knew Dr. Dark and asked him which perfume he liked more, it would have been the second one, since it made his heart race and his blood rush, and then he probably would have made love to her then and there.
It was not Dark’s fault that he had this girl on his mind either. Not completely. More of this was from the fact that there was a full moon tonight, and he usually found himself more lustful, and energetic among a great deal of other things during these times. It was always a sign for him that the wolf was coming out more and more, and that soon, he would have to lock himself up. Tonight, John sat down in the basement, writing down things that had happened throughout the day at the exact date and time that they happened, and saved them under a few files that were marked for his convenience. The only time he ever made an entry was when he felt as if his inner beast was coming out more and more at times when it did not need to be so present. Dark also began using a Dictaphone for these events, so he could later log them later for future research. Turning the recorder on, Dr. Dark began to make preparations before the change could begin.
October 13, 2029
Time is precisely 9:58 Pm. The change is due at ten o’clock post meridiem. The metamorphosis is oddly punctual, and I have a theory that this could be because the moon enters its most potent phase, which lasts for the duration of the night. Upon setting, regression from beastial state is almost instant, and while the moon is no longer focused on one subject, its pull can still be felt, which could explain the increase of an already insurmountable amount of physical and mental abilities during the daylight hours as well, when under the cycle of the full moon.
So far, all research in finding a possible cure has been futile. Recently, I have attempted to beta test a silver compound and mixed it with a liquidized form of monkshood to create a vaccine, and attempted to text it on a sample of my own blood. When administered to a drop of my blood, I noticed from the microscope how the red blood cells rejected the vaccine and began to disintegrate, while the white blood cells attempted to combat the vaccine, ultimately turning feral upon themselves and the remaining red blood cells. Unable to differentiate between what is the invading vaccine and what is not, the white blood cells ultimately destroyed each other, along with the red blood cells. Ultimately degrading and disintegrating into nothingness as well.
With my recent vaccine a failure, I am now back to square one with the hopes of finding a cure. However, I will persist, and I must succeed.
John stopped speaking into the Dictaphone as he noticed that his hands were growing more and more hair. It was time to lock himself up. Looking at the clock, the time now read 9:59:40. He had only 20 seconds to secure himself before he changed. I now have twenty seconds to lock myself up. The cameras are on, and I have placed the spare key in a small compartment inside the cage. I can only hope, that within time, I will be able to rid myself of this disease. This is Dr. John Dark signing out.
John placed the recorder down, and began to strip when it suddenly happened. He was on the floor, wracked in pain, and mere meters from the cage. He did not know what was going on now, as this had never happened before. Grabbing the recorder, John quickly turned it on. This is Dr. John Dark. I don’t know how it happened, but… John let out a loud, inhuman shout as his grip on the recorder tightened.
The change has started early…this is…unprecedented…and…I don’t know why…the change is always on a schedule…alw….KRRRAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!
With just a mere squeeze, the Dictaphone was crushed in the palm of his hand, and John suddenly began to roll along the floor in intense pain. As his body began to shift, his last, logical thought was of fear, bewilderment, and surprise before he feral mind took over. Soon, though, the giant quadrupedal beast took the place of the Doctor, and let out a blood curdling howl that would reach close to the city, itself.
The Dark-werewolf soon made its way out of the basement and to the surface of San Francisco, now loose and prepared to cause havoc.
The smell of a woman’s perfume, several kilometers away, was one of the things he focused on. It was not as if he was trying to purposefully focus on it either, because he was used to the smell of the basement by now. However, the woman’s scent was more enticing than anything, and it was calling to Dark like a lustful Siren beckoning him to find her and take her. John could also tell that it was not her usual perfume either, because there was the faint smell of a secondary one underneath it. If she knew Dr. Dark and asked him which perfume he liked more, it would have been the second one, since it made his heart race and his blood rush, and then he probably would have made love to her then and there.
It was not Dark’s fault that he had this girl on his mind either. Not completely. More of this was from the fact that there was a full moon tonight, and he usually found himself more lustful, and energetic among a great deal of other things during these times. It was always a sign for him that the wolf was coming out more and more, and that soon, he would have to lock himself up. Tonight, John sat down in the basement, writing down things that had happened throughout the day at the exact date and time that they happened, and saved them under a few files that were marked for his convenience. The only time he ever made an entry was when he felt as if his inner beast was coming out more and more at times when it did not need to be so present. Dark also began using a Dictaphone for these events, so he could later log them later for future research. Turning the recorder on, Dr. Dark began to make preparations before the change could begin.
October 13, 2029
Time is precisely 9:58 Pm. The change is due at ten o’clock post meridiem. The metamorphosis is oddly punctual, and I have a theory that this could be because the moon enters its most potent phase, which lasts for the duration of the night. Upon setting, regression from beastial state is almost instant, and while the moon is no longer focused on one subject, its pull can still be felt, which could explain the increase of an already insurmountable amount of physical and mental abilities during the daylight hours as well, when under the cycle of the full moon.
So far, all research in finding a possible cure has been futile. Recently, I have attempted to beta test a silver compound and mixed it with a liquidized form of monkshood to create a vaccine, and attempted to text it on a sample of my own blood. When administered to a drop of my blood, I noticed from the microscope how the red blood cells rejected the vaccine and began to disintegrate, while the white blood cells attempted to combat the vaccine, ultimately turning feral upon themselves and the remaining red blood cells. Unable to differentiate between what is the invading vaccine and what is not, the white blood cells ultimately destroyed each other, along with the red blood cells. Ultimately degrading and disintegrating into nothingness as well.
With my recent vaccine a failure, I am now back to square one with the hopes of finding a cure. However, I will persist, and I must succeed.
John stopped speaking into the Dictaphone as he noticed that his hands were growing more and more hair. It was time to lock himself up. Looking at the clock, the time now read 9:59:40. He had only 20 seconds to secure himself before he changed. I now have twenty seconds to lock myself up. The cameras are on, and I have placed the spare key in a small compartment inside the cage. I can only hope, that within time, I will be able to rid myself of this disease. This is Dr. John Dark signing out.
John placed the recorder down, and began to strip when it suddenly happened. He was on the floor, wracked in pain, and mere meters from the cage. He did not know what was going on now, as this had never happened before. Grabbing the recorder, John quickly turned it on. This is Dr. John Dark. I don’t know how it happened, but… John let out a loud, inhuman shout as his grip on the recorder tightened.
The change has started early…this is…unprecedented…and…I don’t know why…the change is always on a schedule…alw….KRRRAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!
With just a mere squeeze, the Dictaphone was crushed in the palm of his hand, and John suddenly began to roll along the floor in intense pain. As his body began to shift, his last, logical thought was of fear, bewilderment, and surprise before he feral mind took over. Soon, though, the giant quadrupedal beast took the place of the Doctor, and let out a blood curdling howl that would reach close to the city, itself.
The Dark-werewolf soon made its way out of the basement and to the surface of San Francisco, now loose and prepared to cause havoc.