Thanksgiving with a Shifter Part 2

The oven dings and the pies are done, the turkey needs craving and I get the honor this year. When I finishes carving the turkey I rush up to my room, I pull my note book out of the desk drawer. Flipping through the pages, Shifters is where I stop. I read the page. "Shifters can take the form of anything that's living, silver burns them to the touch and fire is the best way to dispose of them. They have the ability to read the minds of those they are mimicking, so watch for camera flares, and the presents of a googy skin like substance. " I flip the page. "Side note on powers... Aside from the mimicking they have been known to have super strength and speed."

I throw the book back down. "Shit." I run to the living room. "Jimmy where is Claire."

Jimmy doesn't pull his attention from the football game. "There in the kitchen."

Mom sees me. "Ben can you grab the nice silverware from the cupboard and set the table."

I smile. "Sure no problem, hey Claire would you like to give me a hand."

My mom replys. "Come on Ben I need her help."

I shake my head. "It will only take a second, then she can help you."

She nods. "Fine."

We both walk over to the cupboard and she grabs the plate and I grab the silverware. She places a plate at every chair, then I place the forks and spoons down, as she goes to leave I finally speak. "Can you place the knives down while I go get the napkins."

She shakes her head. "Can't you do it Ben I need to help your mother."

I smile as I toss a knife at her, she naturally catches it to protect herself, as it touches her skin it starts to burn her. I grin. "I know what you are!"

She drops the knife and rushes towards the back door. "Lets take this outside ass face." I have to give to this shift it has really picked up on her social ques. She smacks me across the face sending me flying out the window, I groan as I try to stand. She leaps up onto the window seal. "Come on Ben come play with me."

Jimmy comes around the corner with his football. "Guys what's going on I heard a loud crash." Claire leaps at me from the window seal but a football smacks her in the face and she misses me by inches, it didn't do much from pissing her off.

Smiles. "Wait your turn Jimmy your next."

I tackle her to the ground. "don't touch him you bitch." As we struggle around on the ground she shakes me off, I hear a soft pop as I hit the ground. I try to stand but my vision is blurry causing me to second guess my footing. When I do finally stand she smacks me across the face sending me crashing back through the window.

While I push my self back up I pick up the silver knife and dive back out the window. I roll to a stop inches away from her. She lungs at the same time I stab forward. The knife easily cuts through her cloths and into her chest cavity, Blood goshes out as her body begins to desolve. "Jimmy go get the shove and some"

When we get done cleaning the mess of red and tan goo. I notice something in the bush that Miss Thomsons cat was. Me and Jimmy both look at each other. Jimmy whispers. "Ben check it out."

I nod and walk slowly toward the bush. "Jimmy stand back." I push some of the push aside and laying face down her hands tied to gather and her month gagged. "Claire." I shout. "Wake up." I cut her bonds and give her alittle shake.

She groggily nod. "How was dinner."

Me and Jimmy look at each other. I smile. "You made it back just in time."

Thanksgiving with a Shifter

Thanksgiving is supposed to be a time to appreciate all that you have in your life, this year would be no different. Mom made me invite Claire so she wouldn't be alone, which I honestly didn't think she would say yes but she did. So here we are sitting on my porch while the temp begins to make its slow decline to a whopping 40 degrees. "So what's next on the list for training Claire."

She smiles "we can talk about that later Ben, today is a special day believe me these days don't come to often so enjoy while you can." She stands and walks down the steps. "I will be back soon."

I nod. "See you soon, have a good walk." She smiles and walks away with her head hanging low, I sigh. "This couldn't get any worse." I hear my mom shouting for me, "I'm coming." As I stand to go back in I hear the bushes shutter, I pick up a pebble and toss it at the bush. Miss Thomsons cat jumps out and sprints down the road. "Skitty what are doing out."

When I enter the house I get a feeling that I should be more worried about skitty but she has always been like that so I push my inticest aside. "What's up mom."

She smiles as sweat begins to rolls down her cheek. "Can you be a dear and check on the turkey, just let me know if the red tap has popped out."

I nod and open the oven door. "Not yet mom." Claire walks in as the oven shuts. "How was your walk."

She sits down at the table and I notice a small cut on her cheek. "It was fine a little cold but nothing I haven't been through."

I look at her curiously. "What about that cut on your cheek."

She shakes her head and touches her cheek. "I don't know, I didn't feel anything that's so weird."

I nod, "Ben can you get the camera."

I stare at her. "Mom come on can't we skip it this year."

Mom shakes her head. "No Ben this is a tradition."

I roll my eyes. "Fine whatever."

I grab the camera. "Here you go."

Mom shouts . "Time for the yearly picture James."

He hurrys into the kitchen in his nice and fancy suit. "where we taking the pic this time mom."

She smiles. "Nothing special this year, just at the table."
Me and Jimmy move to the other end of the table where Claire is sitting as mom sets up the cameras timer. "Here let me move." Clarie says.

Mom shakes her head. "No you are apart of my sons life so you will be in our picture."

Clarie smiles "ok."

The camera starts to click rapidly. She hurrys over to us. "Smile boys." We all smile and the camera flashes.

Then mom picks up the camera and checks the picture. "That's werid there was some kind of dirt or something on the lens."

I take the camera, The picture looks good but Claire's eyes seems to be lighting up like some kind of lightbulbs.

Salt & Saws part 2

The blood I will never forget, Tim broke his nose in several spots. It turns out that Jimmy had a brick in his bag.  "What hell were you thinking." I shout as we sit outside the principals office.

He shakes his head. "I don't know, you said you wouldn't always be there for me. So I stood up for myself."

I shake my head. "Jimmy that's not the way to do it, you need to strive to be better then me."

Just then mom clears her throat. "That's right Jimmy no picking fights anymore." I smile and nod, mom glares at me. "As for you Ben."

I shake my head. "How is it that he breaks Tim's nose and I'm the one your mad at."

Mom sits down next to us. "Ben he has eyes he sees the way you deal with issue's."

"So your saying this is my fault." I shout

Mom shakes her head. "That's not what I'm saying honey but you do need..."

I interrupt her by standing. "Whatever mom I don't have to take this." I storm out of the room.

As I leave the front doors Clarie catches up to me. "You know what you need?"

I shake my head. "What do I need."

She smiles. "A good hunt."

I think about it for a bit. "You know what lets do it." I smile.

She nods. "Meet me at the shop door in an hour."

When we meet up everyone is at lunch. "What's the plan clarie."

She smiles. "Well my research paid off I found out that a shop teacher in the sixty's die on the job in a freak band saw accident."

I nod. "Wow so we need to salt his body right."

Her smile fades. "Well that's thing he was cremated." My face most have been concerning cause she responds with. "Calm down we just need to find something he was linked to."

I shake my head. "How the hell do we do that?" She pulls out her emf reader. "Oh ok that makes since."

As we enter the shop, the buzz saws kick on by themselves. "Let's make this quick, before someone comes."

She begins to sweep the room a low hum can be heard as she passes through stronger magnetic fields. "It seems to be coming from that wall of tools."

When we start to walk toward the tools, A tall figure appears before us. His face was distorted, his clothes were bloody, his left hand was wrapped in bandages. He doesn't say anything he just stands there staring. I hear the cocking of Claire's shotgun then a loud bang. "Find the tool." She shouts as she tosses me the emf.

I start a sweep across the tools until the emf starts beeping like crazy at a old rusted hand saw with a wooden handle. "Found it." I grab it and old mister Woodstock didn't like it. He appears behind me, and I go flying across the shop slamming into a the pottery furnace. "Shit." I scramble for the saw. "Toss me a salt shell."

She nods and reaches into her bag and pulls out a shell and tosses it to me. The figure appears in front of me and the salt shell glides through him causing him to lose form briefly. I put the shell in my mouth and pull the end off with my teeth. "Rest in peace you scary bitch." I toss both the saw and salt into the flames the small amount of gunpowder explodes sending me to the floor.

The ghosts scream echos through the shop, before it bursts into flames. Clarie laughts and I smile.  "See it feels good to save people with out them knowing."

The rest of the day was as normal as ever, we both decided to rest up and continue the training tomorrow. Which was a good ideal cause I'm sure I need to ice a few broken ribs.