[ WP ] You have were-powers , but you never know what animal you will transform into at each full moon

A loud groan escaped me as I reached for the water at my bedside. As I dumped the water over my face and into my mouth, the searing pain in my throat began to subside.'What the hell did I eat last night?' raced through my mind as I dragged myself up from the stained mattress on the floor of the dingy one room apartment. I stumbled to the bucket in the corner; it felt like I had n't pissed in ages. After a minute, I began to look around my room to take stock of the situation. 
 
'Good' I murmur to myself, none of the furniture is destroyed. The table was tipped over on it's side and there was a weird stain in the corner, but for the most part the room looks the same as before the sun set and the moon rose last night. I walk to the corner and disconnect the cables running into my lock box. I glance at the webcam mounted in the corner...'it had better have worked this time' I grumble. 
 
 Opening the lockbox I bring the laptop over to my mattress. I slump down and place the laptop on the floor and hesitantly open the cover with trembling fingers.'Maybe I'll finally get some answers about what's happening to me' I mumble slowly, the words dripping like molasses from my cracked lips. 
 
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 Its been five months since that weird looking camel bit my arm as I was standing outside the bus station in Cincinnati. One would think the first thing a normal person would ask himself is'what the fuck is a camel doing on the loose in Cincinnati and why the hell did it bite me?'. But this was different. I was different. I did n't know how, but I was. As I stared dumbly at the blood trickling down my arm and the camel galloping away down the sidewalk, all I could think about was grass, sweet grass. Oh, and leaves, especially those little juicy ones on the thorn bushes, those desert bushes with the waxy leaves, holding the moisture like precious pockets heavenly ambrosia. I absent-mindedly recall some long grass along the fence posts in the park during my walk to watch the game on the big screen at the pub. 
 
 That first morning I awoke in my own bed, in my parents basement. I had pissed myself.'Christ, what I night, what the fuck happened?' I remember thinking. I drag myself up and begin to gather up the wet sheets and blankets from my piss stained bed. I walked over to the washing machine and put them in the laundry tub. I ran water over them and made a mental note to tell mom I spilled apple juice on them. 
 
 I slumped into my recliner and began to retrace my steps. How did I get so messed up? I drank a glass of wine with my mom at dinner and smoked a joint on the walk down to the pub. God, I love that walk, all the grass, plants, bushes, so tasty, so sweet...'Jeebus, what is wrong with me?' I say idly to no one in particular. Anyway, walked to the pub, drank some pints, smoked a dart on the patio, got bit by a camel, ate gra..... no, that ca n't be right... I glance at my arm, there was no wound, just weird looking scar. Huh, that's odd I think, where the heck did that come from? 
 
 The scar was on my upper arm, and it seemed to shimmer oddly as I twisted my arm to get a better look. The shape seemed, liquid, almost. One second it seemed like to look like odd misshapen teeth marks and the next it was a perfect circle with weird symbols, then it was something else I ca n't even describe. As I was staring at my arm, I began to notice some weird stuff in my room. It was n't there last night, mom had just cleaned up down here. To start, there was a lot of grass ( not the good stuff ) piled beside my boots. On my night table, some weird waxy leaves were neatly arraigned in a row. 
 
 Just then, my mom yells down the basement stairs `` Jeff, I made oatmeal, you coming up to get some before you leave?''. `` Ya, thanks mom, be there in a second''. Shit, I better get moving as I made note of the time on the clock. I'm gon na be late for my shift. The rest of the day was pretty normal and by the time I got home, there was no mark on my arm and my room had been cleaned up, there was no grass or leaves anywhere in the room I noted with mild irritation. Did I imagine all that this morning? The sheets had been changed on the bed. Good old mom. I decided maybe I should be more careful mixing booze and weed in the future, it made for a weird combo. 
 
 It was a month later that my life was turned upside down. Sorry, not turned upside down. Destroyed is the correct word. That morning, I was awoken by a swat team screaming in my face and assault rifles pointing at me. Turns out, a neighbor had noticed a broken window on the side of the house and came over to investigate. It was he who called 911 when he noticed the blood smear on the broken glass. The responding officers had found my mother's body, or at least what was left of it. My mother, my dear sweet mother, had been dismembered and eaten, seemingly by a monster. The responding officers exited the house and called in swat when they heard the toilet flush in the basement. I had woken up, taken a piss and dropped back into an endless dream, blissfully unaware of the carnage above me. 
 
 It had taken about 2 weeks for the investigators to clear me of any wrongdoing. During that time I lost my job, my girlfriend, my home ( screw you Chase ), everything. I even thought I was losing my sanity too. It was n't until the second month, after I got thrown out of the rooming house for, as they put it, releasing a monkey in my room which then proceeded to destroy everything and smear feces on the walls and ceiling. I just did n't understand, at least not till the third month. 
 
 It was more of an accident and dumb luck that allowed my feeble brain to make the leap to what might be happening to me. It was after my third turning ( as I've taken to calling it ), when I began to suspect that I was the source of these incidents. It was unbelievable, but the evidence was mounting, it was me, or not me, depending on your perspective. And I figured all this out cause I turned into a stupid house cat, knocked my phone off the table and somehow snapped a selfie of myself as a cat. As soon as I saw the picture on my phone, I knew it was me, I do n't know how but it was like looking at myself in a mirror. I just knew. The worst part of all, was when it struck me, that if I was turning into animals and not in control, then oh my God, my mom, it was me after all and not a grizzly bear as the investigators concluded. Soon after that I figured maybe it all came back to that weird camel that bit me. The pieces of the puzzle snapped into place one night as I lay awake wondering what was happening. I was a were-wolf, were-cat, were-what-the-fuck am I talking about this is fucking crazy. It was a couple of more days before my brain begrudgingly accepted my theory. 
 
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 I snapped back to reality as the video began to play. I watched myself lying on the mattress on the floor in the grainy black and white video. The webcam was crap but it was all I could put my hands on in my current situation. I watched the video, mesmerized, unconsciously holding my breath, waiting to see what will happen. After a few minutes of watching my self laying in the bed, I started to fast forward. It was at about 2:30 in the morning, based on the timestamp of the video. I watched, terrified, as the figure on the screen arched its back as if in agony. That ca n't be me, I think to myself. It looked a Hollywood horror flick, with the best CGI effects I had ever seen. But I knew, this was real. This was me. 
 
 As I watched the figure on the screen, grossly contorted in an unnatural tangle of limbs and bed sheets, it began to change. The body shrunk and the limbs elongated. God, it looked painful. As I glanced down at my arms and legs to make sure I was still me, whatever that is, a human I guess. As I looked back at the screen, my horror turned to shock to bemusement. A three toed sloth slowly started to sit up in the bed and tentatively scan the room. I looked for signs of my self in the animal, but it acted like how you would think a sloth would act after waking up in a strange environment. It slowly shuffled around the room, slowing circling the room about five times, touching and exploring everything, it looked like it was trying to escape as it wedged it claws under the door several times and unsuccessfully tried to claw its way out. 
 
 I was glad that I had taken the precautions to secure the room and the webcam to the wall. After the last month, when my room had been destroyed by a large aggressive animal, I had learned to take precautions. The last time the furniture had been shredded and my laptop destroyed by what I can only assume were large teeth suitable for crushing bones. 
 
 This time I was rewarded with watching myself turn into a sloth. A curious sloth either hungry or curious enough to try to pull itself up on everything. 
 
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 End of part one, I'll try to wrap up the story in the morning. 
 
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