Canis Major

Immortal James

I can describe what happens when I transform up to the point where I lose consciousness. Everyone knows what activates the process.... Then I feel a rush of adrenaline. The pain is agonizing as my limbs stretch and morph and I grow almost as big as an Alpha.

Transforming is like putting on a mask. It gives you anonymity. But you aren't the author of your own story anymore. Something else takes over.

I barricade myself in my house whenever that time comes around, as if I'm trying to avoid paying the landlord. That's what any decent werewolf would do.

If anyone calls my phone I tell them don't bother me because I'm busy. I try my best to make sure I don't kill anyone. I'm a decent, law-abiding citizen.

The compulsion to hunt is so strong. I imagine it's like being hooked on crack or moon dust. I would never get hooked on crack or moon dust because I would never make the decision to try them in the first place. Being an addict is such a dismal lifestyle.

Ejaculating inside a beautiful woman is all the pleasure I need. I would feel like a complete failure if I ever became an addict. Fornication is by far a lesser sin.

My new girl's name is Grace. You know I like my women thick. But I decided to give this slim thing with a high-pitched voice a try. I think I'm in love with her but I'm hoping it's just infatuation. I'd prefer to step on a landmine than fall in love.

Grace is one of those high maintenance women. You could say I'm her sugar daddy. Most times I come first and leave women unsatisfied but with Grace I'm always the one who lasts longer.

I think she's probably taking pity on me and faking it so I don't feel like a puny man. What gives it away is that she keeps using the same over-the-top moan every time she "comes". Does she really expect me to think I'm that good?

I want to release my come. She's giving me a nice blowjob. If stress takes a few years off my lifespan then what the hell does this do? Make me immortal? She asks me to hold out a little longer but I'm getting trigger-happy.

I finally release it and let out a loud sigh of pleasure. Little did I know she was recording the whole thing and uploaded it to a porn website later that night.

It burned me like acid. How could she do this to me? She searched for the video on the website and showed me. She said she made the video and uploaded it to add a little more excitement to our relationship and she told me we should make some more videos.

"We should make one in the bathroom of a plane," Grace said.

"A plane?" I replied. "Let me get this straight. You want me to waste money on plane tickets so we can make some amateur porn in a disgusting bathroom? I'd rather buy an antidote for whatever mental illness you have.

I should have you arrested! This can't be legal. I want you to take this s**t down right now. f**k! Who knows how many times it's been downloaded already. How long has it been there? A week?

Get the f**k out of my house! Avoid me for the rest of my life. I never want to see you again. Go kill yourself in the bathroom of a plane, b***h! See if that turns you on."

"f**k you, James! Why don't you go play some bingo or whatever the f**k old people do these days. I hope you get killed by a f*****g boulder."

"It's time to hit the road, buttercup. I can't take your negative energy."

"I saw this coming. I knew it would be over before it ever really started. I'm too much for you."

"Yeah, well, it's your fault the plane crashed and burned. Probably because you were f*****g the pilot and the co-pilot

in the bathroom. You give one hell of a deepthroat. That's the only thing I'll miss."

"I aim to please, even when you leave me dissatisfied. And that's basically every time we f****d. But you can't be blamed for that. Not when you have the c**k of an elf."

"That's a lie."

"I found out something yesterday, James. You may want to sit down for this. I'm sure you'll have a hard time grappling with it. I have HIV. That means you probably have it too because we haven't been using condoms."

"Really?"

"No. Now that's a lie, James. Your tiny c**k is the truth. Deal with it."

"That was inhumane, lying about that."

"Get over it."

"And so what if I don't have a big d**k? It's the one my Maker gave me and that's good enough for me. Look, let's just forget about this whole mess and go see that movie everyone's been talking about."

"Avengers 20? Can't they let it be over already? How many times are they gonna save the world? f**k the world."

"You know what, baby? Let's do it. Let's f**k on a plane. Let's do it!"

"I'm sorry about all of it, daddy. The video, calling you old, saying you have a little c**k. Believe me when I say that no one can make this kitty purr like you do."

"I'm sorry for the things I said too baby. Can we just cancel this break-up?"

"Yeah, it's the sensible thing to do."

"Can I get a make-up hug from my special girl?"

"Anything for my sweet daddy."

"You know what, after we f**k in a plane let's take a trip to to the final frontier so we can know how it feels to f**k while weightless."

***Michael's Point of view***

I publicly acknowledged what we did in a televised address to the nation. I stood there at the podium trying to seem affable while telling millions of people that I sanctioned the excessive use of force against civilians, live on air. Yes, I still had mixed feelings about what happened.

I explained how it was done. I felt like I was confessing a crime and telling the cops what I used as the murder weapon. My partner in crime, Kathryn, was standing next to me ready to give more detailed answers to questions from journalists about this new weapon.

"We used an experimental anti-aircraft weapon," I said.

I "confessed" but there was no arrest.

"I am averse to ending lives but sometimes it is necessary. As a bastion of democracy I welcome any criticism of my actions," I said.

Very few people knew that I lost an arm during the coup. I had it replaced. Now I wish I hadn't. But at the time I didn't think missing an arm would be a good look for a president.

I was standing there at the podium reading from the teleprompter. All was going well until my bionic arm "malfunctioned" and grabbed Kathryn by the throat and started strangling her.

My guards tried to wrestle me away from her. I tried so hard to control the arm and stop myself. I even tried to use my other arm to pull away the bionic arm from Kathryn's throat.

It was like I was murdering her while at the same time being a bystander witnessing a murder. It was a f*****g catastrophe!

My hand was clamped around her neck. This was the conclusion to Kathryn's short life. I knew it and she knew it too. I saw it in her eyes. Not even Kathryn knew I had a bionic arm. She must have died thinking I went crazy and just decided to kill her.

Whatever went wrong with my bionic arm was more than just a defect. I completely disregarded that assessment. I didn't believe it for a second. What happened was a calculated sabotage.

Who would they eliminate next? Me? Was this carried out by one vengeful fanatic or a group of them?

I tried to move forward and take a firm grasp of the situation. Honestly, the whole thing hit me pretty hard. But I also admired how ingenious it was. I assumed whoever did it had other plans too. And if this was what they achieved in the first stage of their plan, what else were they capable of?

Malice grew inside me. I mourned the loss of Kathryn even though we weren't that close. It was probably because of the guilt I felt; the outrage.

I didn't know what to do about this situation. I had no plan and no purpose. When tragedy happens what we want the most is to rewrite the past. But we can't. We can only try to make sense of the chaos. Speaking to people about it helps, otherwise I would just get swept away by sadness.

I will triumph one day, but now I must weep.