End and Beginning part 5
"That was delicious! Thanks Mom!" I declared as I wiped my mou
I mean, muzzle clean. Mom had made a massive dozen-egg, sausage, five cheese, ham, and bacon quiche type thing. I ate it all; after what happened in the past twenty-four hours or so I wasn't surprised I was able to.
"You're welcome! Glad you liked it!" Mom beamed. "But
what are you going to do now?"
I looked up. I really hadn't thought about it. I guess I had just thought everything would go back to the way it was, but I know now that that was just foolish hope when things had seemed completely desperate. I was a dragon. Things were going to change.
"Son? You look lost."
"Hm? Sorry, I guess I was just thinking. I think I'll go think in my room..."
"All right then."
I went up the stairs, trying not to trip. I was still getting used to my new body.
I went into my room. I sighed from the nostalgia.
My room was a mess, with clothes everywhere, books scattered, chess set in the corner, more books, more clothes, about an inch of dust, an odd herbal smell, and an airsoft pistol I got for my birthday. Not a great pistol, it's a Colt Delta Elite spring pistol, but at 315 fps, at least it isn't bad. Usable would be a good term. I picked it up. It still felt natural in my hands. I looked over at my unmade bed. I carefully eased myself onto it and it groaned under my weight.
I stared at the pistol I was holding on the tip of my fing
claw. I spun it around some and wondered.
Should I hide away? Should I try to go back to my normal life? Should I go on the run?
I didn't know.
I dreamed I was in a dark room. A candle was in front of me, but I had nothing to light it with. Dark creatures came toward me. I screamed as I was slaughtered by their sharp talons, the stink of their rotting flesh filling my nose and mouth.
I woke with a start, thinking of fire. I wondered if I could breathe fire. My room definitely wasn't the place to try though; it would probably end up a repeat of the school explosion as all the dust caught. I pushed the school thoughts out of my mind.
"Supper's ready!" Mom yelled.
I realized Dad was probably home.
I went downstairs, staring at the hardwood floor, then the tile one as I entered the kitchen/eating area.
"Son," Dad said quietly and firmly, but not unkindly.
I looked at him.
"I'm sorry. This morning I was harsh. I was just so surprised
I didn't know what to think. But now I know. You are still my son, dragon or human."
I didn't know what to say. A tear came out of my eye.
"Now, let's eat!" He put on a brave face and took a huge piece of lasagna. I took one, and I was about ready to drool- it smelled delicious. Mom took a piece and we all dug in. Dad and Mom droned on about work and relatives, as usual. I tuned them out. I finished quickly.
"May I be excused?"
"Go ahead," Mom said.
I put my plate in the dishwasher, and went upstairs. I decided to take a shower; after all, I hadn't taken one since I transformed. It was awkward getting in the little tub, and for a second I wondered how I would get my head under the showerhead.
I used my tail to grab the removable showerhead and put it over my head. I turned the water on, and was greeted by a blast of cold water that woke me up. It got warm and soon I was scrubbing the dirt off my scales.
After I showered, I decided I should wear clothes. Even if there was nothing to see down there, it still would make me feel better to have them on. I slipped on one of my athletic shirts. It stretched enough to get it on around my wings, but was quite tight and squished my wings. I took my pocketknife, looked at it, and tossed it away. It was as sharp as a sphere; it wouldn't even cut paper, most likely. I slipped on my old athletic shorts. They weren't baggy like they were before, but they weren't tight. I couldn't pull them up all the way, though, because my tail was in the way. I used the spike on the tip of my tail to poke a hole, then slid my tail through and pulled the shorts up.
At this point I realized I was going commando, but decided not to mess with underwear for now. I would have to get a larger size if I hoped to fit into them. But either way, who would notice?
I went downstairs. My parents were watching TV. Nothing interesting, just some more death and crime. I wished that wasn't normal, that they had something happy to talk about. But some things never change.
"Hey Mom, would you cut me some wing slits?" I asked casually.
"Uh, ok, bring me some scissors," she said, not prepared for the question.
I brought her the scissors. She knew right where to cut since my wings were nearly poking out of the fabric.
"Thanks a ton!" I told her when she finished. I sighed with relief.
"No problem. Where are you going, anyway?"
"For a flight."
I left. I didn't bother with shoes, none would fit anyway, but I did think I should make something eventually. That is, if I decided to stay and lead a normal life. Or I should say, as normal as I can.
I took off from the driveway with a massive leap. It was already dark, so I knew I wouldn't be spotted. I was happy to be flying again. To me, it would never get old.
I flew for a good while, and then made my way home by following the streets. It wasn't far since I mainly flew in circles.
"Hi, good night!" I told my parents as I walked in. I gave them each a hug and went to my room.
I thought about what I should do.
I was thinking about it for over an hour, and I became very tired.
I made a decision.
With my decision made, I fell asleep quickly.