I leap from the ground back into a standing position. It moves back slightly, as if to study my new form.

It then leaps at me, I raise my right arm and extend my right fist straight into its face, it oozes into the face for just a split second.

Then its head falls around my fist, then spawns several more tentacles from its now split head and launches them towards me.

 
Last Time on Rising Dawn.
"Soul Syncho Emerge."

Then the entire body enlarges to the height and general body shape of Soul Syncho. Then the amulet appears on the chest between the breasts, and then from it the leotard portion of the suit appears as this happens the breasts grow to the size expected of her size.

 
We arrive back at the mall, it is not that late. Me and sis get out of the car also not forgetting my backpack, the officer winds down the window.

"You be fine now ladies."

"Yes, I have my keys."

Sis jingles her keys.

"I need to head back to the Station."

We wave him off as he pulls away to head to the station.

 
So I follow the police officer to his Police Car, the officer opens up the passenger side door.

"Well, little lady, you get to take a trip to the police station in the passenger seat."

I look up to him.

"Cool, thank you officer."

"No problem, little lady."

"I am not little, just vertically challenged."

 
We arrived at the local mall's carpark, I am nervous as hell as this is the first time that I am outside the house in my Dawn persona.

 
It was October 28th, I realised I had no costume for the halloween party this weekend.

Choices (part 3)

(from part 2)

Finally, I got out of my dress, and slipped into one of my new nightgowns, and went to bed. I slept fitfully. I had no clue then that this nightmare had just begun, and soon my fellow students would have their turn facing this horror. The worst was yet to come…..

(part 3)

I hope you like this story. There are some aspects here that are personal, some of it is fictional. I have never seen a story here at BC devoted to this type of problem. I hope it spurs some imagination here for you and get some solace that you are not alone with this problem. This is intended to be a Halloween type story. It is not your typical werewolf story. This story is now updated with a better ending.

*****
August 4, 2001

“Damn it, Heath, try to catch the ball, don’t run away from it,” Dan Waters scolded his three year old son. “You’ve never seen DJ run away from the soccer ball! Now get the ball and kick it back to me.”

Heath hated being compared to his big two year older brother. DJ had two favorite things in life, sports and teasing his sissy little brother DJ was the apple of their father’s eye. He was good at sports and not afraid to try anything.

Heath struggled to hold back the tears as he retrieved the ball.

"'Eye for an Eye', and soon the whole world is blind" Gandhi

Halloween Revenge

Two A.M. is the real witching hour. Take, for example one September morning at two. An observer in this particular town might have had their attention drawn to a back alley in a disreputable part of town.

There, in the shadows, there was a door. It looked like a very old door, possibly older than the bricks around it. The observer would have seen black smoke escape from a small space under the door, curling in the night air.

I performed a thorough search of the house. I even went into the living room, thinking maybe if I was in time, or if they appeared hanging by the neck maybe I could save them and to prepare for such an occurrence, I had retrieved my Gerber multi-tool from my backpack and extricated the blade in case of wayward friends suddenly appearing with a hangman's noose around their neck.