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He sat on his bed, silently staring out of the window upon the street below, illuminated by the orange glow of the sunset. Noisy children were being taken inside by their parents, who undoubtedly were commenting on their filthy hands, and telling them to wash up since dinner would be ready. He sighed heavily at the site of the children. He couldn't remember a time when he had felt carefree and blissful. Not after all that had happened.

An electronic beeping came from his left, his head turning towards it. The source of the noise was a digital alarm clock, its face read 7:00 PM. Night would soon be creeping in after twilight, and he had to be ready before that happened.

Another electronic beeping startled him from his deep thought. It was coming from his pocket, his cell phone. He reached inside his pocket and drew out his cell phone. The bright screen read "Text from Cynthia". He pushed the power button, turning the phone off. He tried not to think about her, about how much he was hurting her; and how could he tell her what was wrong with him, without sounding completely crazy? He wanted to, more than almost anything, but he was just too afraid, too uncertain.

The sun had already set, the sky turning a purple. He woke from his deep train of thought and jumped to his feet. He headed for the door, his head clear. He went through the door and down the stairs, turning right to the kitchen, and turning left to a door that lead to the basement. He opened the door, and quietly shut it behind him.

His hand touched the wall, searching for a moment or two, until he found the light switch and hit it. He turned again to face the door he had come through, his hands had gone to the padlocks he had installed on the inside of the basement. He snapped them securely and turned his back to the door once more, walking down the stairs. He couldn't have anyone coming in... or anything getting out. Thing. He couldn't even think of himself as a person anymore, as a human, but how could he? Humans don't lock themselves in a basement every full moon.

He sighed heavily and began to undress. Once his clothes were off, he threw them into a piled near the water heater; then he stood and waited...

A cool, pale light creeped in through the windows at the top of the basement. It slowly fell upon the floor, and lighted the dark, underground room with a chilling light. Lex could see large claw marks on the walls, from the past two times he had gone into the basement, to hide himself, and what he had become. He shivered, a cool sweat had begun to collect at his brow, and then he felt a blanketing chill, creeping over the left side of his body. Looked at himself, with wide eyes, as the moon's light crept slowly over him. He looked up through the window, into the pale face of the moon. He thought "Cynthia...", and then he fell to the cold ground as a cold wave of needles drove into every square inch of his flesh, and as that all too familiar freezing fire exploded within him.
This is an excerpt from my novel that I'm finally getting around to. Any of you remember me talking about it? Probably not. Also, this hasn't been properly edited yet, but I'll get to it. Hope you like it.

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Work done by the author, R. Pinkerton ( ~TheCadre )
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Mirrorakay's avatar
I love how you weave a bunch of tiny clue in as to what happens to the character at night. It definfately kept my attention.

Good luck with your novel!