**IMPORTANT TO ANYONE WHO ENTERED THE CHARATER CONTEST!!!!**

Ok so I need to know if you mind being a bad guy or not. Because I need one bad guy. So EVERYONE who sent me their info PLEASE answer back whether it is yes or no. PLEASE!!! I would just rather not insult anyone by making them a bad guy without their permission. Sorry to bother you. (If the whole 'Character Contest' thing is new to you, check out the beginning of Chapter 7 for details!! I need all the entries I can get!!!) Oh and the new vote goal is 30 votes by April 7th sounds reasonable right? 12 days if I have it right.

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I stopped moving my arms...err, wings, and dropped like a rock. I slammed into the hard, stony ground with a force that probably would have killed a human, but would only give me some really bad bruises.

I stood up and spun around like a dog chasing its tail, trying to get a better look at the wings. Jason was still staring at me with wide eyes.

I lifted my arm and stared under it at the wing. It was longer than I was tall, at least six feet, and white as new-fallen snow. There were black wavy lines breaking the snowy background, swirling around the bottom edge like vines.

'First I turn into a giant dog, and now this?!' I screamed in my head.

I ripped my gaze away from the...my wing and turned my attention to Jason. His mouth was still gaping as his eyes bolted from one wing to the other.

"Care to explain this?!" I waved my hands frantically at my new feathery appendages.

"I...um...I..." Jason stuttered. He swallowed, than answered calmly. "I think this is something Danny should explain."

"Oh, bull-" I was cut off by him dragging me towards the camp. He stopped and looked back at me.

"Uh...do you think you could... retract those?" He pointed to my wings.

I used my newfound muscles to pull my wings in. They folded closely to my back, only creating a small bump.

He yanked on my hand and pulled me toward the camp again. We ran as fast as possible to Danny's tent, hoping no one would notice the two, six-foot, feathered monstrosities hugging to my back.

We reached Danny's tent and burst through the flaps, not bothering to announce ourselves.

"Jason? Maggie?" Danny looked up from the map he was looking at and gazed at us with a confused expression. When he caught sight of our panicked expressions his face hardened, turning into one of concern and seriousness. "What's wrong?"

Jason looked over at me and nodded his head sideways, indicating for me to show Danny.

I let my wings relax and stretch out. It felt good to release the muscles from their tension, like putting down a heavy backpack and rolling out your sore shoulders. I let them extend as far as they could without hitting the canvas walls of the tent.

Danny's face was one of shock for a brief moment before it turned to one of understanding. He sighed as he looked down and nodded to himself.

"Maggie, you might want to sit down." He sat cross-legged, Jason and I following, settling down on the cool dirt floor.

I shifted my shoulders sideways and accidently smacked Jason in the back of the head with one giant wing.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, grabbing the back of his head.

"Sorry," I muttered, turning the other way. I felt my feathers brush against something before I heard it crash to the ground. I cringed at the smashing of something delicate. "Sorry," I repeated.

"It's alright," Danny waved his hand dismissively. "To get rid of the wings just phase into your human form, like normal."

*Ha! As if you can call any of this normal!*

I mentally rolled my eyes.

I did as he said and felt my wings seemingly melt into my body. I shuddered and rolled my now light-feeling shoulders.

Danny took a deep steadying breath before explaining. "You see Maggie, you are another species of Werewolf. This species has had many names. Omnimodus somes or universal body. Deus of Bestia, or God of Beasts. The most common used is Amoveo Deus, or shifting God, or in your case Amoveo Dea. Shifting Goddess. This other species is identified by a mark on their fur. The symbol is different for every individual, but it always looks...unnatural, like a tattoo." The image of my face with the odd black marking around my eye flashed to my mind. "Amoveo Deus's are created by a mutation in the Werewolf gene. There's no way to predict it, and we aren't sure why it occurs. They are very rare. For every one Amoveo Deus born there are 500,000 normal Werewolves born.

"They can turn into more than just wolves. Often you will get the whole animal, but normally only with

mammals. Most of the time you only get parts of birds, reptiles and so on, like your wings.

"Like you experienced in the training field, the transformations come randomly; we don't know when the new transformations will occur or how many different creatures you will take form of.

"Sometimes an Amoveo Deus can acquire different powers as well, but they are just as unpredictable as the transformations.

"Amoveo Deus's are very powerful. You will be put into new training regimen to enhance that power. There is a separate camp not far from here. I am sending you there for a while." He said those words as if they cleared everything up. While, yes, it did clear up some things, it was far from helping me understand.

'Isn't it bad enough that they turned me into a freaking werewolf, now I'm this...amvo...amovo....amevo...whatever thing?! Doesn't my life suck enough?'

*Can you stop it with the wallowing in self pity? It's getting on my nerves.*

'Oh shut up.'

*You just told yourself to--*

'Must we go through this again?'

*Ugh, whatever. But what I don't get is...why isn't he happy about this? I mean, you'd think that having a powerful mutant in you pack would be a good thing. He looks woried.* I looked up at Danny and his face was scrunched in a grimace. He did look worried.

'Huh...'

"You will be escorted to the other camp to meet you teacher there," Danny said, interrupting my thoughts.

"Sir?" began Jason.

"Yes?"

"I request permission to accompany her in her training." He said in an official tone, like an corporal speaking to a General.

"Hmm...well I don't see why not. I don't need you here for much. Alright you may accompany her, but you will follow James's orders to the letter should he give them to you. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

"And you as well Maggie."

Though I didn't know who James was, I obliged. "Yes sir."

"Alright. You can head out tomorrow morning. You are dismissed."

I was still absorbing the information Danny had given me. So I was a mutant of mutants. Great.

We made our way to my tent and sat.

"How long?" I asked.

"What?"

"How long did you know about this?"

"I didn't," I gave him the 'don't BS me' look. "Well, we weren't sure. We thought so...but...Danny was kinda hoping not."

"Why not? The way he described it I could be a valuable pack member."

"Yes, but, Amoveo Deus's tent to be...rebellious, especially after their first change. They don't like

confinement. Most of them are nomads and hold contempt to those who live in normal packs. An Amoveo Deus that was not on our team, so to speak, could be bad. Very bad. And you being...well...you, he's worried."

"Oh," was all I could say. "Who's James? And why does he live separately from the rest of us?"

"I think he should explain that himself. We'll head out tomorrow morning." He got up to leave.

"Jason," I said in a 'tell me now or I'll rip your head off' tone.

He stopped and half turned to me. "I'll see you tomorrow Maggie." He quickly stepped out of the tent.

"Jason?" I called. No answer. "Jason?!" Still nothing. I sighed and fell back. I crawled to the mass of blankets and curled up. I let my eye lids fall over my tired eyes.

That night I dreamed of the wind under my wings as they carried me higher and higher into the skies.

* * * *

"Maggie! Maggie! Wake up!" Jason was shaking my shoulder.

"What?" I groaned.

"Come on, we're leaving now."

"Leaving for where?"

"James's camp."

"Oh...right..." I sat up still groggy with sleep. My mouth stretched in a yawn.

"Come on, sleeping beauty, let's go." He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet.

"Alright, alright! I'm coming Mr. Impatient!"

He rolled his eyes and walked out of the tent.

The sun was just beginning to creep over the horizon as we set off through the woods.

We had been traveling for two hours strait and I was getting cranky with lack of sleep and food.

"Jason?"

"Ya?"

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"How about now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"No.

"Now?"

"No, Maggie." He sounded like he was staring o get irritated.

I stayed silent as I counted to ten.

"How about now?"

"No! Jeeze Maggie! We aren't there yet!" He whirled on me and threw his hands in the air.

"Ok, ok!" I said putting my hands up, palms toward him. "No need to freak out it was just a question..."

He turned back around and we kept walking. I decided to pass the time with a little fun.

'99 bottles of beer in the wall, 99 bottles of beer...' I sang inside my head, because I was afraid if I sang it out loud, Jason would murder me.

*I know a song that gets on every body's nerves*

'Hey! Wrong annoying song, genius!'

*I'll sing my song you sing yours.*

'Ugh fine. Take one down pass it around 98 bottles of beer in the wall...'

*Every body's nerves everybody's nerves...*

'98 bottles of beer on the wall...'

*I know a song that gets on every body's nerves...*

'98 bottles of beer...'

*and this is how it goes...*

'Take one down pass it around...'

*I know a song that gets on every body's nerves...*

'97 bottles of beer on the wall...'

*Every body's nerves every body's nerves...*

And so it continued until I reached 14 bottles of beer. Jason stopped dead in his tracks.

"Ouch!" I said as my nose smashed into his back.

"We're here" he said. I looked out from behind his back and was met with a small clearing, about the size of

our training field. Two canvass tents were grouped together on one side. A man was standing by one of them, staring straight at us. He was tall, taller than Jason, with the same tanned skin. He somehow seemed older than the rest of them. He looked to be in his early thirties. His dirty blond hair was long enough that some of it hung in his dark almost-black eyes. He was shirtless just like the rest of the guys back at the camp and he wore a pair of cut-off jeans. His feet were bare as well. His face was blank of all emotion.

"Jason," He said in a deep rough voice.

"James," Jason replied.

"And this must be Maggie." He turned his head to look at me. His face remained blank. In fact, he looked rather...bored.

I nodded my head.

"Well come on than, don't just stand there," he walked to the middle of the clearing.

I walked toward him and Jason tried to follow.

"Jason, you will not be needed at the moment. Wait there." James said, not taking his cold gaze off of me.

"No, I'm coming with her," Jason continued.

James's bored expression became one of anger. His head snapped to Jason.

"No, you will not." James raised his hand toward Jason, palm out stretched. Then, faster than I could blink, Jason flew backwards as if a bull had just rammed him in the chest. His back slammed into a tree. James lowered his hand and returned to his bored countenance.

My head whipped from Jason, laying in the brush, to James and back again.

"Did...did you do that?" I asked James, pointing toward Jason.

"They did not tell you?" James asked with a confused expression.

"Tell me what?"

"I am an Amoveo Deus, like you."

"What?" I asked wide eyed.

"I thought they would have informed you of that..." I didn't bother to pay attention to his last statement as I ran to help Jason.

"Are you alright?" I asked him.

"Ya, just peachy," he winced in pain as I grabbed his hand and helped him up. I turned back to James, anger making my heart beat like a humming birds wings.

"What the hell was that for?!" I screamed at him.

"He was being disrespectful, I do not tolerate that. I would suggest shutting your mouth young one, for you are well on your way." His voice was calm, yet threatening.

"The hell I am!"

Ya...I'm an idiot.

Suddenly, I lost all control of my body. My limbs went limp; my brain could no longer control them. I was raised from the ground by some unseen force, and pulled forward until I was face-to-face with James. He hand was raised, palm faced toward me.

"Yes," he spat, venom coating his words. His eyes were glowing with anger. "You are actually. I do not take kindly to disrespect, so from now on you will refer to me as Sir. I am your superior and you will obey any command I should happen to give you without hesitation. Am I clear?"

I stayed silent, fear making my stomach turn.

He jerked me closer to him, our noses only inches apart. He narrowed his eyes.

"Am. I. Clear?" he said each word slowly, practically growling.

As much as I was scared in that moment, I was twice as pissed off. Though, at the moment, there wasn't

much I could do about that fact.

"Crystal," I sneered.

"Crystal what?" He barred his teeth slightly.

"Crystal sir" I said though gritted teeth.

*I have to ask, what is it with these guys and their obsession with being called Sir?*

'No clue, but it's really starting to get on my nerves.'

*Ditto*

He released his hold on me and let me fall to the ground with a thump. I pushed myself up, ready for anything he threw at me.

"Now," he said, hands folded behind his back. "In order for me to teach you I must know what you have already learned." He lunged at me, fist out-stretched. I dodged his punch and crouched down, trying to knock his feet out from under him. He simply jumped over my leg like a small child playing jump-rope. I sprung back up and tried to get my bearings but I wasn't fast enough. He placed one hand on my forehead and pushed while putting one foot behind my legs. I, now unbalanced, fell backwards. He placed one dirt covered foot on my chest and looked down at me.

"You have much to learn," He mumbled almost to himself. "Yes, much to learn."

* * * * * *

Thirty days had passed since I was sent to James's camp, and fifty-three days since I had woken up a Werewolf.

The days had slowly begun to shorten, and the winds blew slightly cooler, then again, everything seemed cooler after the scorching heat of July.

I had a careful count of scratches under my blankets. The day I had arrived there I took a rock and made twenty-three scratches, to mark the days that had already past, then added one for each day after.

Shifting my surroundings again was disorienting to me. I had lived in one house my entire sixteen years of life. Now I had been removed from that house, sent to one camp, and now I was at another. The change in the surrounding people, though an upgrade from my father, wasn't so great either.

James was one cocky S.O.B. He was most definitely the most powerful person I had ever met, so maybe the cockiness was justified. Aside from the telekinesis, he could turn into a bear, a gorilla, and a hyena and he had wings like me. He could take complete control of your body; make you do anything he wanted you to do, say anything he wanted you to say. He could fight to no end. No matter how well I could fight, how much he taught me, I still couldn't last more than thirty seconds with him. I bet Danny was glad James was on his side, because whoever was on the opposing team was in for a lot of trouble.

He always expected me to be perfect, working me and working me until I almost collapsed from exhaustion. Then, even after I had done my best, worked my hardest, he gave me that bored expression that he always wore and just shook his head. I was never enough, never enough to impress him. Then again, compared to him, I was the most unimpressive thing this side of the river. I tried though...God knows I tried...

Every day I woke up before the sun did. James took me for a fifteen mile run one way than a flight back. He then took me hunting. I was only allowed to eat what I killed so if I killed nothing that day, I ate nothing that day. I felt horrible for each deer I killed, each bear, each wild cat, each squirrel and rabbit. But...I had no choice.

We then went to a small clearing and had combat training until it got dark. He taught me how to fight in the air as well as on the ground. I could now put any martial arts master to shame, though I still couldn't beat James.

I would then be allowed to spend some time, one short measly hour, with Jason before he sent me to bed. Though Jason and I would often stay up and talk after James was asleep.

Jason and I were as close as siblings now, we talked about almost everything. Though I tried to not bring up his past, for when I did, his face would flush red and he looked close to tears. Though, one time, I got him to talk a little. He told me that his parents died in a car crash when he was only four. He went through foster home after miserable foster home until finally, when he was fourteen, he ran away. Danny had found him wandering the forest alone and offered him a family. He agreed. That was five years ago and he had lived with them ever since.

I never could get anything from him about the girl and the incident Danny had mentioned. I hinted, asking him what happened in those five years, asking him about other girls in the camp. I never did get a straight answer.

I told him all about my life. How three years ago, when I was thirteen, my mom died. About my horrible pig of a father, about Kyle, Andrew and the freedom fighters, how the FF disappeared just two months after Andrew did...

We were sitting in our tent, the hour was late, and James was fast asleep by now. The moonlight was glowing through the tent flaps, throwing shadows everywhere. I was silent after my explanation of my life. I felt an aching pain in my chest, like something was squeezing my heart.

"So, did they ever find out what happened to him?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"No," I answered. "Not one clue. No ransom call, no note, no...body," my voice broke on that last word. "He just...disappeared off the face of the earth." I hugged my knees to my chest, trying to keep the tears from falling.

He put his arm around my shoulders, holding me close. I buried my face in his bare chest. I tried to keep the tears back but they had other ideas. My shoulders heaved in sobs while the tears streamed down my face.

"Shh...shh...it's ok..." he comforted me. "I'm right here...I've got you..." Eventually the sobs ceased and I raised my head. His bare, muscular chest was gleaming with my tears.

"Sorry," I said, wiping my eyes.

"Don't be," He said. "It's late, go to sleep, Maggie." I nodded and lowered myself onto my blanket-mattress.

'Oh, wait!' I thought. I sat up and grabbed my rock. I flipped the blankets back, revealing my "Captivity Calendar" as I liked to call it. I scratched one more line in the dirt for the day. Day fifty-three.

Tomorrow I would draw another for day fifty-four. Then fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight...

When would my Calendar end?

Would it ever?

I looked over at Jason's now sleeping face. His blond hair, now long enough to brush the top of his ears, was disheveled in an attractive way. His face was relaxed, his full pink lips parted slightly. His chest was rising in an even rhythmic pattern. He looked so innocent, so young, so peaceful.

I was dazed for a moment before I composed myself and laid on my bed. I shut my eyes and let my flooded, confused mind fall into darkness.

I admit, not the best thing I've ever written, but it had some important information in it so...ya...sorry for the sucky chapter.

~ALex