This is a STORY, there will be more then one chapter. You may read this and think there is no plot, but a good plot takes time! It needs to grow along with the characters so just wait for it.
Chapter one.
Sophie had been raised in New Zealand; born April 3rd 1991 at St Georgia’s hospital on was most probably a cold autumn day.
Her family had consisted of a Father whose job was a pilot for a well-to-do airplane company who shall go un-named.
A stay at home mother and an elder sister born 18 months prior, of course in two years time a younger sister would be born into this darling little family making her the middle child.
A family that seemed perfectly normal.
If course it wasn’t.
As Sophie grew, she had been like most children her age, a free spirit, confident, happy, But she was different, a thing her Father, a perfectionist, abhorred.
He didn’t know how to handle her, she wasn‘t acting “normal” not like other kids her age. It was around this time her father had developed Multiple Myeloma, a plasma cell cancer.
Her mother had always mused that it was due to flying so close to the sun all the time.
The medicine was harsh and often had horrible side-effects like aggression and psychotic behaviour.
Her father had always been an angry man, it had just gotten worse, her mother had always wanted to separate from her father, now found it impossible, he was dying, and she couldn’t just leave him.
And that is where she payed the price.
The verbal abuse had been outrageous and demeaning; she and her sisters would be slandered everyday.
It was always her, always her, that got the cruellest remarks because he couldn’t understand her, and humans fear things they don’t understand, and like animals when we are scared, we get angry and vicious.
Of course this was mostly at home, but even in public there would still be remarks, comments that would go over the head of most, but would strike deep into her heart.
One of her most vivid memories had been at the zoo in Singapore, she and her father had been looking at the Malayan Tapirs, (a large black and white browsing mammal, roughly pig-like in shape with a prehensile snout that reminded her of an elephants trunk and small beady eyes.)
Her father had made an off-hand comment “You look just like a Tapir.”
To most it would have been seen as a father joking with his daughter, but it stuck with her.
Always.
And in the year of her 12th birthday her father passed, of course it had been Guy Fawkes, the 5th of November, her mother had made a comment that it was just like her father to go on a day they wouldn’t forget.
For most, his friends and his family, it had been a sad day of crying and mourning, but for her, she didn’t care, the day her father died was just another day.
She’d knew it was going to happen sooner or later, infact, when she had been told of her fathers death it had been a simple “Oh” that she spoke, the only thing she said on the matter.
The funeral had been a modest affair before the body was cremated and sent to Auckland to be buried at his family’s plot.
She had always been “The Middle Child” The one over looked, cast into the background.
She had always had the harshest discipline because “The Eldest Child” had been spoilt, being the first born.
All the leniency had gone to “The Youngest Child” because she was the baby.
As the Middle Child, she had to fight harder to be heard, always in the shadow of her siblings, never being first.
She grew to resent her family and became more disconnected from them, and as such, she never connected with her sisters, had never got along with them. They took this as a prime example to bully her.
Her older sister was particularly vicious favouring the way of other women alike and the skills of her father with a sharp tongue and a cutting wit. She was sure it would have made her father proud as she regularly cut her down and left her raging in her room in despair.
Sophie simply didn't have a quick enough wit to keep up with her sister.
Her temper had always been horrid, 0 to critical melt down instantaneously, but oddly enough she hated confrontation, often starting verbal shouting matches before half way through walking out of the room, just wanting the argument to stop. She didn't care that her sister's thought she was out of insults.
All through school it was the same, she always gave off a hard edge, a tough exterior and a temper that had people staying away from her. She gave off an aura that if you fucked with her she would drop you like a brick.
Which was complete bullshit; she just liked people believing that. She acted the role of a big tough bitch so people wouldn’t bully her. She only ever acted like that with her friends, people she was close to, or fellow classmates. If they feared her enough to think she’d punch them, they wouldn’t bully her, it was a self-defence mechanism grown from a life of being bullied by those surrounding her; it was her way of being safe.
She was nothing but kind and courteous to strangers reaching out to steady someone if they tripped, offering a helping hand, carrying groceries of an old lady to her car, a good citizen, if you would.
But she was always cautious of them, always on edge that at any moment they would rear their head like a cobra and strike.
She could never relax and never trust completely.
Even though she had such a temper, she had always been kind, always helpful even if it didn’t benefit her. Little kids had always been drawn to her, and she in returned had loved children, loved being with them and playing with them. Children at such a young age didn’t know any better, didn’t judge as cruelly as teenagers and adults they were often blunt and tactless in their thoughts which was oddly refreshing.
It helped that they never called her fat.
Oh how she loathed that word.
It had been the bane of her existence, she’d always loved sweets, creams and delightful fluffy things that made her mouth water with their sugary goodness.
But that wasn’t the leading cause of her puffing up like a marshmallow, whenever her father and mother got into a ferocious fight her mother when generally pack them off and they’d go off to eat at a fast food restaurant until their father cooled off, and this happened a lot.
“Bulking Up” Was simply more ammo for her father before he passed.
It wasn’t until her 14th year she realized just how much she hated her father.
Her 14th year and been her roughest year, diagnosed with depression, she dropped from school. Huddling into her room, rarely leaving, only stepping out when it was for food or use of the toilet.
Her sisters’ slander still continued, not caring that their sister was obviously slipping deeper into her own world, cutting herself off from reality.
So the years dragged by as she was caught in her rut, her rut of no job, no friends, no life, no happiness and going nowhere.
But the times where changing.
It had started in the year 2006, the Magical Community saw fit to reveal itself, Fairies, Elves, Vampires, Demons, Shape-shifters, witches and so many others it was unbelievable and so fantastic that they actually existed, Sophie was in wonder.
The rest of the world? Not so much.
The Government was in uproar.
Over what? A secret community living right under their noses the whole time? Kind of, but that wasn’t the worst. Secret community living right under their noses that have supernatural abilities that easily surpasses the greatest human and their military toys? Yes, that was it, wars broke out, humans demanding the “Creatures” give them all there information on magic, of history, of everything and in reality, they wanted them to bow down to them.
Yeah, right, like that was going to happen.
While the rest of the world was waring New Zealand was relatively peaceful.
The majority of New Zealanders had always been laid-back and pretty open-minded; the prime minister of New Zealand didn’t have such a staggering ego like most other countries. It easily sorted out the problems facing New Zealand creatures and welcomed them all as Brothers of the people of Aotearoa.
Against the other Nations advice, more like command, New Zealand was the first nation to declare Creatures citizen rights, allowing others into the country to seek asylum. Australia soon followed as well as other countries. New Zealand with its clean water, pristine environment and acceptance of Creatures soon became a Mecca for Supernatural life.
Of course this isn’t to say it didn’t have its rough patch’s, which would be ludicrous. New Zealand had just as many groups of prejudice asshole as the rest of the world. They were just smaller in number.
Sophie had all but wished she could be apart of the Creature Community, little did she know, she already was.
They’d been on holiday at the time, whale watching in Kaikoura at the time, they’d decided to check out the local fauna by going on a nature walk.
Of course, her dear loving older sister had to make the walk all the more enjoyable by offering 'encouragement'.
She had of course kept her mouth shut, not wanting to make a scene and embarrassing herself, but after a particularly barbed comment, she told her sister exactly were she should shove her comment.
Of course it wasn't put as eloquently as that and it involved much more vulgar swearing. None the less, not wanting to deal with the backlash she took a quick right off the path and into the woods, something she would generally not do.
Now, like most women, Sophie’s moods could quickly fluctuate, she’d generally explode into a temper, then 5 minutes later be completely cooled off and over it.
Not this time, this time it kept building and building.
How dare that bitch talk to her like that? What right did that no good slut have? She’d never felt this angry before, it felt like a hot ball of magma continuously turning and rolling growing bigger and hotter and it burned her insides, set aflame her heart and roared through her veins.
She didn’t know how far she had stumbled into the undergrowth but it must have been far, the trees and ferns were far to overgrown to be near the hiking track.
None of that matter to Sophie as she tumbled to her knees. The raging inferno inside her head was so hot she though as she clutched at her head.
A short cry was all she gave as she felt her nails tear into her scalp.
Nails far longer then she remembered keeping them at dug into her skull, but she didn’t care, the absolute ferocity of her fury had her snarling in an animalistic way that should not have been possible for her human vocal chords.
That’s when it happened, with a terrible scream, her rage erupted.
Her body expanded massively. Bone cracking, tendons snapping, muscles growing, her cheeks swelled with blood as her gums bleed with the forcing of new teeth jabbing through her gums. The new set of teeth biting and ripping through her own mouth.
She could feel her soul unravel to feel the new void of her body, then, she felt it, felt everything, the overwhelming something.
Her new bigger, longer and heavier head reared back, smashing through the trees, She stumbled, new legs unready for movement in the way she was used to.
There was a loud crackle along her -flesh?-, it felt like prickles being viciously rubbed into her skin before she saw them. There where -people- here now, five of them, talking to her in a language she didn’t know but she felt as if she did.
She didn’t know what was happening, she was scared and angry, still so very, very angry. She wanted to destroy and kill and eat and she should, because at the moment that felt right.
Before she could even contemplate it further one of the people, (long white hair, very long, held in a high ponytail, super high, with a large knot, didn’t see that everyday). he jumped high, higher then possible, she felt something slam into her breast bone, well, what she would have considered her breast bone before….this whatever it was happened.
Left with a stagging sense of realization bought on by the horribly incapacitating pain that they had hurt her.
Before she knew what had happened, her bare ass hit the ground with a condensed thud.
With a hiccuping sob she scrambled backwards, trying to gain some sense of modesty her arms quickly sought to hide her naked skin, her legs still punching her back through the dead flora and remanets of what used to be her clothing.
She was scared, frightened and her body hurt all-over.
Through eyes blurred with tears she saw the only woman (blue hair, blue hair wasn’t natural on a human.) sweep forwards towards her it was then she managed to choke out a wavering and obviously frightened, 'stay back' that was of course before she did something she’d never done before.
No, It not was some kind of attack, jeeze, what do you take her for? Some superhero that gets dumped into a vat of radioactive waste and miraculously knows how to use their superpowers?
No, this isn’t some kind of Mary-Sue comic book written by a deranged fan, no Sophie did something not half as impressive.
She passed out.
When she woke next it was back in her motel room.
She sat straight up, none of that bullshit about slowly rousing because you forgot all about what the fuck just happened to you, even though it was ridiculously traumatic.