• Worlds Apart ~ heart


    Rain softly drizzles. A flourishing endangered forest remains silent in the midst of nowhere. Fierce oak trees like giants tower over the forest, and spread all across the landscape. The wet, mossy ground awaits the tiniest of movements, violently grasping and sinking it’s unfortunate victims. Deep into this forest lives a ravishing little village, which holds the most dangerous secret of all. This formerly peaceful settlement now fights for it’s very existence, and holds destruction for the entire world. This dreadful happening all began with a girl named Dawn.

    “Ding, ding, ding!” , the school bell rang, discouraging the lively students of Alexander High School.

    “ DARNIT!”, screamed Dawn, an attractive young fifteen year old girl, with light golden brown hair, and dashing, enthusiastic, honey-colored eyes. She was wearing a torn, dirtied forest green shirt, with dark jeans and a new pair of sandal-like shoes. Her loudspeaker of a voice shook the wooden tables in an uproar.

    Clenching his ears in dismay, Oliver, a shy seventeen-year-old boy, with silvery eyes and lustrous black hair said “What is the matter Dawn?”. He was quite tall, with boyish good looks and a charming smile that would knock you right off of your feet. He wore a musky purple colored shirt, a pair of black jeans, and dark-colored converse.

    Irritated but in a cooler tone, Dawn replied “Well, my cat clawed me in my face, I missed my bus, some kid through mud on my new clothes, and I forgot to do my homework! Mrs.“grouchy butt” is going to kill me!

    “Sounds like you’ve had a rough morning”, Oliver said.

    “You got that right”, Dawn grunted.

    “Shall we head off to first period?”, Oliver suggested.

    “Fine”, Dawn remarked in a peevish tone. Heading down a seemingly endless hallway, they finally reached a broad steel door leading them into the classroom.

    The clock struck two, and twenty energy-drained students lethargically trudged out of Ms. Mello’s science class. Among them were Dawn and Oliver, thankful that today was Friday, and they could leave school for the weekend.

    “Woo-hoo, freedom!”, Dawn hollered with glee when she took a step out of the 'prison'.

    Next to her, Oliver chuckled and the two gradually walked together until the outline of the school perished. They stopped after a while and sat to the left the rugged road they were previously walking on.

    In a quiet stutter of words, Oliver tried to croak out a sentence to her. “D-D-Dawn I-I have s-something t-to ask you.”

    “Yes, what is it?”, she answered with an angelic, sincere smile.

    Backing away in a frightened manner and blushing a little, he said “Nevermind”.

    Suddenly, though not surprisingly, Dawn gave into her stupidity impulses and bluntly blurted out what was on her mind.

    “Ooh look, a shiny thing!”, she stated, taking much interest in what seemed to be an ordinary pebble. Cramming the pebble into her overstuffed pant-pocket, she grabbed Oliver by the arm and followed the long winding
    road back to her house.


    “Mother, I’m home!”, Dawn shouted as she burst through the door of a large, baby blue cottage. “Oh, and I brought Oliver along too!….Mom?”, she questioned, soon realizing her mother wasn’t around. “Sweet, we have the whole house to ourselves! Isn’t this great? ”, Dawn remarked.

    Oliver gazed at Dawn with widened eyes, a flushed face, and an expression that spelled “priceless”.

    “Olli, are you alright?”, Dawn stated with concern.

    “Oh it’s nothing ehehehehe…”,Oliver trailed off.

    “Oh whatever. Why don’t we take a trip outside? We didn’t get any homework today”, Dawn said in a chipper voice.

    “Sure”, Oliver replied.

    Dawn and Oliver opened the creaky old door to find that the weather outside was cloudy, and certainly not as beautiful as it was five minutes earlier.

    “It’s just like Oregon to dampen our spirits with icky weather”, Dawn groaned.

    “It’s not all that bad”, Oliver said, unsuccessfully trying to hide his sarcasm. Occasional drops of moisture poured down, but after a while it became unnoticeable. With dried throats and high spirits for the time being, Dawn and Oliver waltzed through the front door of Dawn’s deserted home,
    heading towards the refrigerator to get refreshments.

    While pouring some fresh, icy cold tea, Oliver thought he heard something rumbling.

    “Do you hear that? Sounds like something is moving.” he said.

    “Nah, it’s just your imagination.” Dawn replied.

    “No Really??! Its getting louder I can almost feel it!” Oliver said, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

    “Ok..now I do feel som- WHOAH!!”

    In an instant, The house blasted off the cement, heading towards the dull, gray atmosphere.

    Without thinking, Dawn lunged for Oliver, grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, and pummeled out an open window.

    “Thank heavens we weren’t one hundred feet above the ground!!” Oliver said. “

    "Least we’re safe” Dawn stated. She spoke far too soon.

    The scenery surrounding them was unrecognizable.

    “Where are we!?!?”, Dawn yelled, frightened as she desperately tried to find out where her old habitat went.

    “I’m not sure, but I do know we’re quite far from home”, Oliver said, pointing at what seemed to be a flying turtle.

    Dawn stood up, straight and tall, and peppy as always. She gave her surroundings a challenging glare. With fire in her eyes and swiftly found courage, she
    stomped on the solid, slick undergrowth.

    Soon the two friends were back to being themselves again, and headed down a new trail, one that was rugged, had many dead ends, and worst of all, they had never traveled it before.

    “Boy am I hungry”, Dawn moaned about an hour after they had started on the adventure.

    “As am I, but we can’t rest now… Maybe there’s a civilization nearby”, Oliver replied, giving Dawn a spark of hope.

    Speedily, a wolf crashed in front of her from nearby shrubs, a visitor that neither Dawn nor Oliver wanted to encounter.

    “AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”, Dawn screeched in immense agony.

    Terrified, Oliver swiftly jerked his head to where Dawn was. Horrified, he noticed two large teeth marks on her shoulder. Every few seconds you could hear the pitter-patter of fresh blood, dripping from the wound and soon creating a puddle. The wolf left Dawn lying in rusty-colored rubble, pulsating every few seconds. Hurrying to her side, Oliver completely ignored his appetite. He took off his shirt and did his best to dry the blood and cover Dawn’s disgusting, p***y wound.

    When she finally came to, Oliver was in for a heartbreaking surprise. Her once bright life-filled eyes now contained hate. Her skin was as pale as porcelain, and lancinating fangs grew in the place of her old teeth. The ears and tail of a wolf started to grow from her fragile skin, and soon she was a completed beast. Blindly, she powerfully charged straight at Oliver, growling menacingly as acid-like saliva dripped from her mouth. Paralyzed in fear, he desperately gasped pleading words to the beast, hoping to knock some sense into her, and reluctantly stop the rampage.

    Sure enough, lifting her head, the beast collapsed on the gravel, and little by little, the transformation deceased.

    “Did I miss anything…? I had the most awful dream”, Dawn said wearily.

    “Besides the fact that you turned into a bloodthirsty monster that tried to kill me, you didn’t miss a thing!”, Oliver said out of breath.

    “Oh, ok…Wait, I did WHAT?!”, Dawn exclaimed.

    Oliver laughed, while Dawn sat wondering how something that dreadful could come about.

    “Anyway…it’s over now. Lets just continue in this direction and hope we find somewhere to stay, it is after all our only option“, Oliver stated.

    “I suppose so”, Dawn whined.

    “Owwwoooooooo!”, a pack of wolves howled in the wind.

    “Oh no! I’ll bet they can smell the blood puddle you left! They’re coming to track us down! Run!!”, Oliver shouted, panic-stricken.

    After hours of tiresome running, Oliver and Dawn came to a stop.

    “I’ll bet they’re gone now! Think we fooled them?” Oliver asked.

    “Probably”, Dawn replied.

    Despaired, they gratefully found a nearby cave, where they would spend that evening. Though Pitch black and wet, it seemed like a utopia to them at the this point.

    “We’ll leave here at sunrise, and continue along the path. It has to take us somewhere”, Oliver assured her. T

    hey walked to the entrance of the cave, going only a few feet in to barely avoid any weather conditions. Dawn sat down in a dry area next to Oliver, her legs stretched out and her eyes glued to the sky.

    “You know, I never noticed the weather here. It must have been clear lately, there is not a cloud in the sky. Just a vast shadowy plain that stretches for miles. You can even see the stars.”, she said.

    “You’re right, it’s beautiful.”, Oliver commented.

    Exhausted and without warning, Dawn laid her head on Oliver’s tender shoulder. Putting her hand on his chest, she teased “Your heart is beating twice as fast”.

    Embarrassed, he sat still as a tree, making no attempt to push her aside. Staring downwards, he asked “Can I try something…?”

    Having no clue what he meant, she glanced at him blankly. An abrupt kiss to the cheek left Dawn startled, leaving her speechless. With an appalled look on her face, she stared straight into the eyes of his. Blinking a little, she slowly started to drift into a deep sleep, filled with pleasant dreams.


    The following morning, the lost pair awoke from their slumber.

    “That was the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had”, Dawn admitted.

    “Same here”, replied Oliver.

    The slightly flooded cave didn’t affect their attitude one bit. With worn, torn up clothes, and Oliver still without a shirt, they set off once more.

    “Howdy ho’ strangers!”, an old man yelled, jumping out from behind a bush and scaring Oliver half to death.

    Amused, Dawn shouted back “Hi!”.

    The man had a beard at least two feet long, a snowy white color. He was bald at the top of his head, had a humpback, carried a cane, and had big red eyes with a very shifty expression.

    “How about ya’ll lovebirds take a gander at this here village?”, the man said, pointing towards a small town surrounded by lush forest.

    “Lovebirds?!”, Dawn exclaimed, slightly embarrassed.

    “Hee hee, it’s so easy to tell!”, chuckled the old man.

    “We’d be happy to”, Oliver answered, interrupting the conversation to prevent affliction, though also quite embarrassed.

    “All righty then, lets go!” the old man said.

    “Stupid old man”, Dawn whispered.

    The two teens followed the man deeper into the forest, until they could see the impressive, sparkling village.

    “Here we are, hee hee!”, the old man said, stopping and jumping in place.

    “Who knew a guy that old could have so much energy”, Dawn said.

    Soon, the three were standing before a large gate, the old man typing numbers on a keypad. The tan, rusty gate opened, and Dawn, Oliver, and the man were allowed inside.

    There they saw a village, with moss houses, layers of forest, and the most beautiful sight of all; A huge crystal clear waterfall behind the village, which glimmered in the sunlight.

    “What a sight!”, Oliver said.

    “You’re telling me!”, Dawn replied.

    A familiar howling noise came from the largest of the moss buildings. Two scrawny wolves padded out of the building, snarling and growling.

    “Don’t mind them. Follow me, I want you two to meet our pack lea- err mayor.”, the old man they had walked with earlier said.

    “It seems a bit fishy, but we have no other choice”, Oliver said, sounding defeated.

    The old man signaled for them to follow, and the old man led them to the largest, ugliest home there.

    Yanking the two by their arms, the old man vigorously pulled them into the moss house.

    “Ugh! You didn’t have to pull that hard!” , Oliver yelled.

    “Whoopsie. I’m usually forcing victims into the leaders den, and they squirm around and try to run away before something horrible happens”, the old man said with a sheepish grin.

    “Oh sure, that makes me feel a lot better.”, Dawn said sarcastically.

    Loud stomping stopped the chatter, and an enormous man with huge muscles appeared in front of them.

    “These are the newcomers we smelled earlier chief!” the old man said.

    “Really? One of them seems to have our blood. She smells of wolves”, the chief replied.

    “No duh, some strange dog came out of nowhere and bit me!”, Dawn screeched.

    “Ah, so you’ve transformed”, the chief said.

    “What the heck are you talking about?!”, Dawn yelled, much louder this time.

    “Well, when you’re bitten by our wolves, you are cursed. Every full moon, you desire flesh and blood, nothing able to stop you from obtaining it. Wolf instincts take over and before you know it, you’re in a blind rage, eating anything in your path that smells alive. ‘Werewolf’ would be the shortest way to put it. In legend, there will come a time when a fellow werewolf’s hunger becomes too strong to bear, turning him into a rampaging monster who won’t stop feasting until every last spec of life is devoured. This monster supposedly comes from a different dimension. We haven’t ever had a newcomer in these lands before, so I asked old Matt here to bring in any suspects. If you are the one foretold in the legend, then you must stay with us until the full moon. Yours and our world are both in danger of being destroyed.”

    “What?! Me?! Why?!”, Dawn said, flailing.

    “I’m sorry, but it’s the only way”, the chief said.

    “Ugh, why does everything bad have to happen to me?” Dawn whined, in a sorrowful tone.

    “Don’t worry, we’ll get through this”, Oliver said in a soothing voice.


    The night of the full moon came. It was October 10th, five o’clock pm. The sun started to set, and the werewolf clan crowded around Dawn, watching her every movement to ensure nothing was to go wrong. They told Oliver to hide, so not to be eaten. Then they watched Dawn and did their best to weaken their thirst.

    Suddenly, waves of roars came from the little bunch. It was hunting time. As predicted, Dawn turned into something menacing. She was muscular, larger than even the chief. She ran into the forest, a trail of hunters right behind her. She spotted a light blue, withered house, and started to runtowards it.

    Though he was told not to, Oliver followed anyway. When the house finally came into sight, he realized that was Dawn’s old home, the one that blew off into the great beyond. He wondered how it had gotten there, or if it had acted as a portal of some kind. Either way, he had more important things to do; like find Dawn! To test his portal theory, Oliver walked into what was left of the house.

    Sure enough, in a matter of seconds, he found himself in familiar territory, looking up ahead to find werewolves trying to fend off Dawn. To his dismay, Oliver found trampled trees and carcasses spread across the concrete trail He and Dawn used to take to school. He watched as his friend was knocked off of her feet and bitten from all corners.

    “It’s for her own good, I suppose”, Oliver said to himself, uneasy about the situation.

    Soon, the raging battle of snarling and whimpering came to an end; the sun had come up.Those vile beasts were nothing more than mere humans once again.

    Most got up, but poor old Matt, the old man that guided Oliver and Dawn to the village was lost forever. Dawn lay on the ground next to Matt, unmoving. With a heavy heart, Oliver knew what had gone on. Walking towards him was the wounded chief, a melancholy look on his face.

    “It was for the best”, the chief remarked. “You and I both know that if she wasn’t stopped now, there would be nothing left in the universe; Just an empty space ruled by a monster who would eventually die off anyway.”

    Depressed, Oliver moseyed over to Dawn’s corpse, sitting next to her, not even wanting to glance at her for that would cause him too much pain.

    “There’s no way to change her back into a full-blood human either, so it would have been very stressful to handle her.”, The chief said, trying his best to comfort Oliver. “And weren’t you supposed to stay in camp like I had asked?”

    “I couldn’t.”, Oliver said. “And I wouldn’t care whether or not she was a hassle.”

    “Ugh…that smarts…”, a weak voice chimed in. In shock and relief, Oliver spun around, trying to find out where the voice was coming from. “Down here you knucklehead, I’m not dead!”, a the familiar voice said.

    “Dawn?!” Oliver shouted with glee. “Ha, turns out she was strong enough to get through the night after all”, the chief said, concerned, though happy to find one less person had passed away. “It’s kind of a shame she still lives, however”, the chief remarked.

    “She is the most dangerous being of all. One false move could put the world at her ‘inner werewolf’s’ fingertips. Normally, we’d have a clan member like that put to rest, but…If you both make a promise to me, I suppose we’ll let her go.”

    “We’ll do anything!”, Oliver replied.

    “If her thirst gets out of control, It’s your responsibility, Oliver. If she’s on a rampage and gets anywhere near our camp, we have the right to kill both her and you. The alliance between us only goes as far as personal safety. Lastly, you must live in this dimension, where you’re originally from."

    “And why is that?” Oliver asked with curiosity.

    “This area leads to our dimension, and is very dangerous. Your previous home was sanctioned right above our land , and eventually fell apart. You unfortunate citizens got sucked in, and now our place is venerable. We have to clear this portal up, so no one can ever find it. You must never tell anyone of this, or the fact that Dawn is a werewolf. Understood?”, the chief asked.

    “Loud and clear”, Oliver said, his hand over his heart.

    “Alright, lets move out!”, the chief yelled to his pack, and they left for home, burying the house little by little until it was unnoticeable.

    “Well, I don’t have a house anymore” Dawn said.

    “That’s ok. You could always stay at my place” Oliver replied.

    With tears in her eyes, Dawn ran towards Oliver, jumping right into his arms. He embraced her tightly as if to say “I’ll never let you go.” He gently placed her on his back, and walked the path to his house.


    When they arrived at Oliver’s place, they found it was empty as well. Using his cellphone, he dialed both his parent’s phone numbers, only to listen to their voicemails.

    “I don’t know what’s going on” Oliver said. Have you tried calling your mom?”

    “Several times”, Dawn remarked.

    Oliver turned on the television to the news channel, to catch up on anything they may have missed. What they saw was tragic, however. Dawn and Oliver recognized their parent’s, sitting in a van, their heads smashed against the windows.

    “Three unknown people found dead on highway 34”, the reporter said.

    After that, Oliver turned the TV off.

    “Seems a little ironic this would happen all at once” Oliver said, a very somber tone in his voice.”

    “My dad died when I was three…now my mom?”, Dawn croaked, very upset.

    “I’ll bet they were searching for us…” Oliver remarked.

    “Probably”, Dawn replied.

    Oliver wrapped his arms around Dawn, trying to comfort her. Soon after, she burst into tears. She hugged Oliver, her head on his chest. His careful breathing calmed her a little.

    “Feeling any better..?” Oliver said.

    “A Little…”, Dawn replied.

    Inching their faces closer and closer, their lips met, and the moment swerved into a romantic kiss.


    It was seven o’clock on the dot. Oliver and Dawn were sitting quietly next to each other while they watched the time go by. In a matter of hours it was time to get to sleep, they had school in the morning.

    “I suppose we’ll have to live by ourselves for a while”, Oliver said.

    “I can deal with that”, Dawn replied.

    Oliver set his cellphone to five-thirty am. The two dozed off on the couch, under an orange blanket, soon drifting into sleep. Having their life finally back in place, the next school day awaited them.


    The End