OK people, some others think that I should finish my Creature fic. 
 First I thought that I should tell you a little about Creature by 
 giving you a little excerpt from his past. All the disclaimer stuff 
 is that I own almost everything in this. If you recognize anything, 
 it probably belongs to someone else. Here it is, my newest fic. I 
 think I'll call it 'Reflection'.
 
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 I am so cold.
 
 I am wet.
 
 I am cold.
 
 If I don't move, I'll freeze to the ground.
 
 How did I know that?
 
 I'm hungry.
 
 I need food.
 
 Meat.
 
 There is a deer.
 
 I need to kill it.
 
 I am creeping up behind it.
 
 It is digging in the snow.
 
 That is how it gets food.
 
 *How* did I know that?
 
 I am waiting.
 
 I remember nothing.
 
 I attack.
 
 I slice the deer open.
 
 With my.... Claws? I never had claws. Did I? I don't know. I'm 
 not as cold now. Almost like I have a coat on. But I have no coat. 
 How did I get to the forest?
 
 The last thing I remember is, is, is......
 
 Pain.
 
 Lights.
 
 People in paper with masks. And cold eyes. And cold hands. They 
 are touching me. They are hurting me.
 
 I struggle.
 
 They hit me.
 
 There is darkness.
 
 I remember nothing. 
 
 I have killed the deer. I walk to the edge of the pool and look down 
 onto the ice.
 
 And I scream at my reflection.
 
 I know that before I did not have hair all over my face and arms and 
 claws. I did not have black eyes. I did not look like a cougar. 
 What was I?
 
 The people with the cold hands and eyes and paper gowns, what the 
 hell did they do to me?
 
 All I can do is scream at my reflection.
 
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 How was it? I have a very twisted mind.
 
 Dragons and Feedback Faeries,
 Errie