Serotonin

Matt is a high school freshman that unsatisfied with his life until he begins the violent, unexpected change into a werewolf. Along the way, he meets a very old, dangerous enemy, an unexpected friend, a potential romance, and the confidence to stand up to his abusive father.

That night, the dreams started up again. They were much worse than the previous one; Gabriel kept whispering to him promises of sex and power, all the while giving him messages of either violence or lust. Sometimes Matt was paralyzed like he was the first time. Other times he was free, and he'd use the opportunity to run - but he might as well have been a hamster on a wheel. Everywhere he turned, Gabriel was there. The real clincher came when Roman started becoming involved. His a

By the time Matt had dressed, eaten a nutritious breakfast of coffee and donuts, and began the walk to school, he was still shivering from remnants of the dream in his mind. He had already decided the dream was one of two things: One: it was just a normal wet dream. Well, not normal. Practically since puberty Matt had had erotic dreams of hot guys or girls he met at clubs or school. He was a healthy bisexual teenage male; it was expected of him to dream of really good looking peop

Matt woke up lying in a pile of wet, rotting leaves and twigs, feeling insects crawling under his prostrate body. His vision swum; things went from blurry to unusually sharp in quick succession. Every part of his body ached, but it was a satisfying ache; the kind you might get after having a good workout. The ground was still fresh and damp from the last rain, and tall trees covered him. Matt knew that he was naked, and for once, he didn't care. His mind was, for the first time in

Later that night, his ears still ringing from the last altercation with Larry, Matt crawled under his bed and pulled out a framed photograph. He slipped between the sheets of his bed and held the picture close to him. The photo contained and image of himself - looking so young and smiley Matt didn't even recognize his own face - and a taller, slightly older boy with shaggy brown hair. Ted. They were embracing, with huge grins, eyes glittering at the camera, looking like the litera

Originally, Matt had only thought of being coerced into going back to Lycansbro as a mere inconvenience in his non-schedule. However, upon arriving he stared up at the intimidating building, its sharp edges menacingly punctuating the clear blue sky, and his insides turned to mush. All the memories of that night - Gabriel's fangs in his shoulder, his wrong-feeling kiss, the sterile smell of that cramped little room, and the piercing light in his eyes - returned to him with a shock. He paused, res

"Where the hell have you been!?" Those were the first words Larry screamed at him as soon as Matt walked through the door. Not "Good evening, son, how was your day?" or even, "Do you mind kindly telling me where you were at this hour?" Even so - Matt glanced at the clock over the TV - it wasn't even four o' clock. He was usually home by about three-fifteen, and he would have called and told Larry where he was, but he wasn't allowed a cell phone. That wasn't his fault.

The wound was still festering, and his shoulder looked like it had gone through a meat grinder, but it looked much better than it did last night. Matt had been staring at his shirtless reflection in the bathroom mirror for at least ten minutes now. His eyes slid away from the horrible wound to his face, taking in haunted look in his eyes that hadn't been there before. Dark shadows there gave the impression he hadn't slept in days. Matt ran some water and splashed it over his face,

Among Matt's first thoughts upon waking up was the line, Someone turn off the fucking lights. It was as if he had been abducted by aliens, or had woken up on an operating table. A bright overhead light glared straight into his eyes, so even when things stopped being blurry, he could barely see a thing. Judging by the cool metal he was laying on, it wasn't too late to ditch the operating-table theory. He tried to talk, but no words came out. His tongue felt like sand

Bony hands covered his eyes as he felt someone's presence behind him. "Guess who." Matt smiled. "The biggest bastard that ever walked the face of the earth." Ted laughed and removed his hands, ducking his head to kiss Matt on the throat. Matt looked up at the familiar face. It was a pleasant one, with a lazy grin and sleepy brown eyes that were always half-closed even when he was sober. Matt hugged him tightly, never wanting to let go.

Dressed in an oversized hoodie over his hair, Matt prowled the streets of Lycansbro, looking for excitement. It really wasn't that bad of a town; other than being conservative and suburban, the place was a pretty decent hang for teenagers. The mall was big and had everything, but Matt wasn't a mall rat. Sure, he'd hang out there when he wanted to get something, but the mall was ten times better when you had a group of friends with you to disrupt the peace-which Matt lacked. Without that, he just

Matt gave a heavy sigh as he looked at the fresh assault of signs plastered to his locker. There were the usual notes of "emo" but someone had taken care to place a sign on the top layer. The F-word. No, not that F-word. The other one. Fag. Matt winced. As many times as he had been called it, the word still stung a bit. Well, not the word exactly, but the hate it had obviously been written in. Snickers arose behind him. He was making a