Change
Melissa Stevens
Copyright 2011 Melissa Stevens
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Dedication:
For my husband and children, without them and their unyielding support this would never have come to be.
For the girls from the Cafe, you know who you are, I never would have found the courage to do this without you.
Chapter 1
It was early June, and I had big plans for my weekend. Today I was going hiking over a new trail with Brandon, my best friend. We'd been friends since kindergarten and I thought of him almost like one of my brothers, only he didn't torment me like they did.
It was Friday, and the day had dawned beautiful and clear. We had planned for a full day trip, letting our families know where we were going to be. I had even packed my lunch the night before so I had one less thing to do before I could leave that morning.
At just after six, the sun and I had both been up for almost an hour, and I was nearly ready. I ran the brush through my hair, smoothing it into the ponytail I was forming in the back of my head. Winding an elastic tie around the tail of hair I had created, I turned and looked out the window, and saw a familiar car pull into a parking space in the lot below me. I picked up the brush and finished brushing out my hair as I watched the tall athletic frame climb out of the car and head around the end of the building. I was packing the last of my things into my backpack when his knock sounded on my front door.
"It's open!" I yelled.
"You always just holler at anyone who knocks on your door at six in the morning that the door's open, and why exactly is the door open while we're at it?" Brandon demanded as he walked in.
"Just the ones I'm expecting," I said, zipping my bag before looking up.
"So you were expecting me, so what? It still could have been anyone at the door," He said, still intent on the point he was trying to make.
"Could have, except that I saw you pull in as I finished my hair. And I unlocked the door a couple of minutes ago, just before grabbing my lunch. I knew it was you, Brand."
"Ok, fair enough, I'm just looking out for you, Chica," He told me, his tone much calmer now, his hands up in front of himself as if in surrender.
"I know," I told him calmly, "And I know you only push the issue because you care. Otherwise you'd be choking on your balls right now."
"Jeez, Nickie, don't bottle up your emotions like that, you'll get hurt. You need to learn to express yourself, or someday it'll all come exploding out, then where will you be?" He said, deadpan.
I didn't bother responding other than to flip him off as I turned away and went to use the restroom one more time before we headed out. When I returned I asked him, "You got everything you need?"
"Everything but you and your pack."
"Then let's get a move on, we're burnin' daylight." I said flippantly as I picked up my bag and slung it over one shoulder. I led the way out and turned to wait for him to exit the apartment before activating the lock on the door behind us. He looked confused, as if he didn't quite understand but I didn't explain the film reference and let it drop.
The drive out to the parking area where we had planned to start our hike took us about forty-five minutes, by then it was almost seven and the day was starting to warm up. It was still relatively cool but it was already hinting at the heat that the sunshine and desert floor would bathe us in. We strapped our backpacks onto our backs and I tucked my Personal Communication Device, more commonly known as a PCD, into the pocket of my jeans where I could easily reach it, and we took off.
We started out headed west away from the cars, the the ground was rough and uneven but I was used it and I moved over the loose rubble and small rocks with ease. We followed what appeared to be a wildlife trail. A path made by frequent passage of animals like deer and javelina, it was narrow and winding but had very little overhanging brush, so it was a pretty easy walk. As we walked over the still flat ground I called out to Brandon.
"What have you been up to lately?"
"Not much, work, sleep, eat. You?"
"About the same, throw in spending time with the family and you have my life."
"I'm glad we were able to get out today, it's a beautiful day and I really needed the escape from life for a while and this is a great way to do it."
"I agree," I said continuing along the trail that was starting to turn and lead uphill. "Careful through here, it's really loose," I warned him as I placed my feet carefully to keep from losing my balance as the bits of rubble that had washed off the mountain above us rolled and shifted under them.
Several minutes later we came to a spot where water running down the hill had washed away the softer soil leaving a sharp drop off that was taller than I was. I stopped and waited for Brandon to make the last few steps up beside me. When he reached my side I could see that the obstacle wasn't quite as tall as he was, but that didn't mean that either of us could get over it alone.
"We're gonna have to work together for this one." I said.
"Yep," He replied, "How do you wanna do this, you up first or me?"
"You're gonna have to go first, I can boost you from the bottom but I don't have the strength to pull you from the top."
"Makes sense," he said, nodding, "You ready?"
"You wanna go up with your backpack or should we take them off and hand them up separately?"
"Let's try it with them first, we can always take them off later if we need to."
"Ok," I said, moving to one side of where we wanted to go up the face and bent down on one knee so that the leg that was in front was placed for Brandon to step onto.
"Will that work for you?" I asked.
"I think so, let's try it." He reached up and braced his hands on the top of the small cliff before he carefully placed one booted foot on top of my knee.
"Ready?" He checked with me. At my nod he quickly pushed up onto my knee and used his arms to pull his body up onto the ledge, like one would lift themselves out of a pool. Seconds later he was standing on top of the small cliff looking down at me.
"How are we gonna do this?" I asked, craning my neck to look at him, "There's nowhere for me to step on my way up."
"Just stand right there," He pointed to where he had gone up the cliff face, "And hold both arms above your head. I'll do the rest."
"Are you sure you can lift me?" I asked, skeptical.
"Pretty sure,” He sounded confident, “But we won't know for sure until we try, will we?" He stood right at the edge he had just climbed over, "Come on, let's give this a try."
I looked up at him and he bent down until he was almost sitting on his heels and reached his arms down to take mine. I extended both my arms over my head and reached past his arms to grip his wrists as he wrapped his long fingers firmly around my wrists.
"Are you ready?" he asked, looking at my face for signs of fear. I nodded and he started to stand up, using his legs instead of his back to pull me up the rock face. He kept an eye on my face, I guess he was watching for signs of panic in case I started to struggle. I resisted the urge to try to walk my feet up the cliff face, knowing it would only push my body away and possibly over balance us both. Instead I settled for bending my knees and using them to crawl onto the ledge as soon as I was high enough. He stepped back slightly, keeping his grip on my arms as he asked, "You good?"
"Yeah," I said, releasing his arms as he let go of mine before I stood up, "I wasn't sure that would work, but I'm glad it did."
"Me too," He said, "You want to take a break here, or continue to the top of the fan first?"
"I'm ready to go if you are. You didn't pull anything lifting me like that, did you?"
"Nah, I'm fine, let's go then." He said, turning to take the lead for a while.
It was mid-afternoon when it happened. We’d already stopped for lunch and started making our way back, taking a different route. This one wasn’t as clear of trail but the going was easier, which was good as I was starting to feel a bit fatigued. We had stopped a couple times on the return trip but I admit, I wasn't being as careful as I should have been. I was walking along thinking about something else, I don't even remember what anymore, but my mind wasn't on where I was going or what was around me. I tripped over a rock, stumbling for an instant before I fell to my hands and knees.
The fall jarred me back into the present, knocking the breath out of me and leaving me momentarily dazed. I heard a buzzing sound, but didn't register it for what it was. I thought it was just my ears ringing from the jarring of the fall. Crap, that's what I get for not paying attention. I heard Brandon stop on the trail ahead of me, and without even thinking about it I tried to get up. I’d already started moving, trying to push myself up with my arms so that I could get back onto my feet, when I spotted it.
By the time I realized it was a snake, it was too late. He was already in mid-strike and I didn’t have time to avoid getting bitten. He'd seen my movement as a threat and was only doing as his instincts demanded and defending himself. I felt the fangs as they pierced the denim of my jeans and sank deep into my flesh of my calf, and the hot, burning sensation as the venom pumped into my body. The snake quickly disengaged his fangs from my leg and escaped across the sand, having already done his damage and hopefully slowing the threat long enough to let him get to safety.
"Oh, shit," I said, my mind spinning in panic so intense that I couldn't put more than the two words together, even in my head.
I froze, trying to slow my mind so that I could think and not just react.
"What is it?" Brandon asked, backtracking to my side to see what had happened.
"Snake. It got me." I told him, speaking in short gasps as I struggled to calm my mind enough to think.
"Rattler?"
"Yep."
"Where?"
"My right leg. On the calf." I was starting to be able to think again What are we going to do now? We're still at least a half mile from the car, and there's no way I can hike it now. It'll take hours for anyone to get out here to us, if they can even find us and do they even keep anti-venom in the area anymore? My mind was still racing but I could at least make out my own thoughts. I knew I had to keep from getting hysterical, that would only pump the venom through my body faster. Stay calm.
My skin suddenly felt too small, as though it were shrinking but the rest of my body had stayed the same size. My whole body started stinging. Wow, I didn't know that snake venom acted this fast.
Suddenly, or at least it seemed sudden to me, I felt like things were starting to move inside my body, bones and muscles moving into new places. I must be starting to hallucinate. The thought only drove my panic faster. I felt as though I had lost control of my body. Suddenly it all stopped, the burning pain of the bite, the stinging in my skin, the sensation of bones and muscle moving and grinding against each other beneath my skin.
Have I died? I wondered, confused. I'd never heard of a snake bite numbing like that, I'd always been told how painful they were and how a victim suffered the pain for years, if they survived that is. Something strange was happening to me and I had no idea what it could be.
I looked up at Brandon. He was standing next to me, and I could see the surprise on his round face, not panic, not fear, just surprise. I tried to speak to him, to ask what was going on, but all that came out was a high pitched whine. What the hell was that? It was a sound I had never heard from my own throat in my life. It was a sound more like a puppy would make than a human.
"Well, I'll be damned!" Brandon said, running one hand through his short brown hair, "I'd given up the hope it would ever happen." His voice seemed very loud, almost as though he were screaming instead of speaking. I whimpered and ducked my head, trying to pull my shoulders up around my ears.
"Whoops," Brandon said softly, his voice dropping to a whisper, "Sorry, I forgot how sensitive your ears are when you change the first time."
Change, what did he mean change? He bent down on one knee and reached one hand toward my face, I felt his hand under my chin as he lifted my face to look into my eyes. I knew something was different, but I didn't know quite what.
"Are you OK?" he asked gently, still speaking very softly. "Do you feel better now?"
I tilted my head to one side, as I thought about what he had asked me. It was gone, all of it. The pain from the bite, even the sting of my hands where I’d caught myself when I fell. What’s more, thinking about it made me realize that I felt really good, like I could run back to the car and laugh the whole time. I wasn't even tired anymore, a little hungry, but not tired. I tried to say so to him but this time it came out as a short bark, which made me jump and look around me. What the hell was that? I could hear Brandon chuckling at my reaction,
“It's okay.” He sounded reassuring, “Do you think you can walk back to the car now?"
I started to get up and that's when it hit me. I was no longer walking on two legs, instead I was on all fours. I twisted around and looked at myself and I was so surprised I fell on my butt, my body was no longer my own and this one didn't function in quite the same way. I was now in the body of a dog of some kind, a big brown one that looked almost red in the sunlight. I turned and looked at Brandon again and whined, scared at not knowing what was going on. I couldn't think about what was happening right now I had to just go, when it was over and I was safe I would have time to question it, and to have a breakdown if I needed to. Right now I just had to go on.
"You're all right, trust me, it's okay. Let's go back to the car. I'll explain it all, but you're gonna want to be human so that you can ask the questions I'm sure you'll have, plus you don't have any other clothes here. And trust me on this, you do NOT want to hike through this stuff naked," He said, motioning to the thorny mesquite and rough creosote brush that surrounded us. He picked up my backpack by the carry handle at the top and that's when I noticed that the arm straps were broken. He stood and started back down the path we’d been on, headed toward the car. I whined and barked at him, refusing to move from where I was standing. He turned around to look at me.
"What?" He asked.
I nosed the shredded remains of my clothes, smelling the acrid scent of the venom on my jeans as my nose brushed the rough cloth.
"You shredded 'em, just leave them."
I refused to give up and I sat down, indicating to him that I was staying with my clothes. After watching me for a couple of minutes he came back and stuffed the remains of the clothing into my backpack.
"Happy now?"
Satisfied he wasn’t leaving my things behind, I silently stood up and padded along the path toward the car.
Once I started moving it only took me a few minutes to get used to the way my new body moved, to get the hang of walking on four legs instead of two. After that first few minutes of fumbling around and tripping over my own feet the trip seemed much faster than I thought it should be. I have to admit that I found moving on four feet through the brush and over boulders much easier than hiking on two, but I tried not to think about it. I was just going to have to wait for answers, and freaking out in the meantime would do me no good. When we reached the parking lot Brandon went around to the driver’s side of the car and unlocked the doors. I followed him, not willing to let the only person who knew what had happened to me out of my sight.
"I'm glad we brought my car instead of yours," He said, opening the
rear door and motioning me into the back seat, "Hop in, I'll be right back." He moved away from the still open door and toward the rear of the vehicle. If I'm in the car he won't be going anywhere without me, it's not like he's gonna walk all the way back to town. I reasoned with myself as I hopped up into the backseat, turned a small circle on my feet and then sat down to wait for his return. It was only a couple of moments later that he appeared in the doorway, slid into the car and sat down on the bench seat next to me. He was silent for several seconds, his expressive golden brown eyes focusing on the stack of folded clothes he held in his lap as if he didn't know where to start.
He cleared his throat as he turned to face me, "Okay, here are some clothes for you. Don't worry, they're clean. I need you to listen closely and try to do exactly as I tell you. All right?" He looked directly into my eyes. By now I knew better than to try to speak, so I just nodded my head once, maintaining eye contact. "You're going to need to concentrate, picture your body, not as it is now but your human body, focus on that image. You have to will yourself back into that body, to want to be like that enough that your body shifts. Do you understand?" I nodded again, unsure I could do what he was asking, but really, what other choice did I have? "I'm going to leave these here for you. I'll get out and close the door, and then I'm going turn my back and wait. You’ll need to knock on the window, or open the door when you're dressed and then we'll talk, Okay?"
Not seeing any other option, I nodded. He slid off the seat and out the still open door, before turning around and setting the stack of clothes on the seat where he had been sitting. He looked at me again briefly before he closed the car door and turned away. Through the window I could see him lean against the side of the car, as though he were patiently waiting for someone to walk out of the desert in front of him. He pulled his PCD from the front pocket of his jeans and it looked like he was making a call, but the enclosed car muffled his voice enough so that I couldn't hear what was being said.
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