Shape shifting, dark matters

There were once upon a time two people, me and one just like me, living the same life, but on two different planes... Non of us knew from one another and non of us wanted to end up here, but as they say: "God's ways are unpredictable", so were ours. Except perhaps that our "God" had already some predicted plans for us in his drawer...

One day whilst being home in my hometown I got the news that I am being very evil and killing people to find a person who can change her shape. I didn't quite understand what the accusations were about, until I have faced myself.

The realisation of me being there but still not being me was shocking, but more the fact how pure evil the "other me" was, and that was the moment when we both got to the realisation of our destiny. One of us must die. I personally wouldn't mind if I knew that it was for the greater good, but looking at her it was just too bad to not to survive. And then it hit both of us, the fact that we can change our shapes, and our bodies' structure. We could mould into our environment, but first we had to take up the form of our true nature. Black, shiny, consistent liquid, which looked almost like tar, but it didn't stick. It was mind-blowing what I was capable of, but then again I wasn't prepared for it, I wasn't prepared to fight someone so mean as she was. Then she looked at me and she said: " Now that you know it too what we are, hope you understand that I can't let you to live. Either me or you and even if not at this moment, I will hunt you down". 

My heart was pumping in my throat and I knew I can't let that happen, not because I was scared of my life, but because I felt the killing will never end. I didn't want anyone to be slaughtered, just because she couldn't control her rage to get me. And then it began, the fight for our lives... and then the next thing that I got to realise is that this is just like the "Highlander", but without the sword, as we were the weapon itself. I tried to fight the thoughts, I didn't want to be part of this madness, I loved being a human, living the life of regular people, I didn't want to fight for a hierarchical system that our creators made up just to know that the strongest will survive and rule above all living creatures. This was too much to bear...

We were fighting for our lives (specially me) and trying our new "powers" which were amazing in their own, but I needed more time to prepare... For some miraculous reason I've managed to defeat her, defeat her to see her true nature as a whole. She transformed fully and I was shocked by the sight of it. And then she took on a new shape, a shape of a human female, who wasn't me anymore from the look. She felt her end... Knowing that I could kill her, but I won't as I am confused well enough, she fled promising to come back for my life. But also in that same moment the unwritten rule of our species started to clear in my head, just as when your memories return after a long amnesia: she can't kill willingly innocent people anymore just to get to me, as that would be an approval from anyone of our kind to hunt her down. We were destined to one another, to fight against each other and she wouldn't dear risking the chance she got with her powers. Now I knew that, the same way as did she. 

My sister came to support me after my first fight and help in my hiding as that was the only way to protect myself till I've figured it out what I am going to do about this.

As each day went by, my power increased more and more, and I got to know also the rules coded in our genes. The stronger we became, the easier it was to hide ourselves, and the weaker we were the easier it was to our enemy to find us. Each of us had their own frequency, which was resonating almost on the same level as the ones you were destined in the line to fight with. But the stronger you got and the more knowledge you gained by uncovering the hidden messages in the trace of your DNA, the easier it was to cover the frequencies. When you reached the peak of your powers though you will be like a shining target, pointed at and be found by the other one, just to decide who will win...

I didn't want this, I didn't ask for it, I didn't even know who I was anymore. I loved my family from the bottom of my heart and I wanted to live my life next to them, but I also go to the realisation unless I find someone just like me and perhaps get some allies, or an older explaining what the fuck just happened and what's next, that would be very hard. So the journey began... The journey of fighting for my life, harder and stronger than I did as a human being, knowing my life can end way before my retirement...

I have spent weeks on my grandparents farm. Exercised, meditated and researched for our own kind. But as it was expected, I got the news from my sister again that she is back and she is looking for me. She came to our farm and I saw her, and that was the moment when I didn't care anymore about the fact that I can't do the full transformation. I knew I had to do it, so I have tried anything to make it happen. Also in my first changing I learnt that we can transform fully into any other living creature and take up their frequencies, and that we can keep our human shapes even partially up whilst other part we can change (e.g. Terminator), then we can create weapons by using the elements of earth around us to fight the enemy. 

So the "fun" began, and I was running towards the forest whilst bombarded from every corner, and bleeding from each wound I got. I was running towards the hill which I had my last hope in, as I knew I will find safe haven there to transform and hide my frequencies well enough so that she can't find me. I have taken the shape of a wolf, a tiger, a dragon and eventually a huge anaconda. I have never had so many feelings going through each bone of my body, changes, varieties, emotions, each species bringing its own desires and feelings into the picture, but me having full control over them. It was overwhelming, ecstatic, unearthly, but my wounds dragged me back to reality each time I thought that "This is it, I have made it. Finally I can escape...". I was nowhere to making it. I am not practising religion, but I did pray to God to help me to find a way out, and once I have reached the top of the hill above the mountains I have found a spot where she couldn't see me and I had enough time to disguise and "vanish" from the surface of earth.

I could change into an eagle, which didn't make much of a difference given the fact how hurt I was but it was enough to fly away without being able to be traced and detected and also to win enough time to hide. I landed at the porch of my elder grandmothers house and after transforming back, I have collapsed. The next thing I have realised once I woke up is being in my pyjamas and my sister being around me helping to recover. She explained that I was found outside, falling apart like a holed cloth, but my wounds have been recovering fast (within matter of hours) compared to the fact that I should be dead long ago by this time. Once I gained full consciousness and I could get up my sister got the news again, that she has arrived, she is in the village going from house to house looking for me. I was still too weak to hide my frequencies and she knew that too. It was a matter of time until she found me.

I got scared and I have told them to hide, but then my sister told me that would be too obvious. I had to admit, that was true, so I started to panic, till eventually, I had no other option than to understand again, she wants only me, no one else, so they will be alright. I told her to go an hold her up when she arrives and I will go and hide in the bathroom till some idea springs into my brain - which was clouded by my fear - to which she nodded and went out. I had to act fast, and then it stroke me: I need water. Water is our main element even though our body looked everything but a creature's body of our existence. So I ran into the bathroom and I started running the water and I lay in the tub. I felt becoming stronger and stronger by each second that passed by. Then I have felt it, felt her coming closer and closer. Suddenly I have jumped out of the tub, locked the door and I thought that I am dead. I heard my sister being behind her, coming down the hall explaining that there is no one she is looking for, and "she" is replying, that even though she couldn't harm her, that doesn't mean she will believe her lies about me not being there. My fear peaked above the roof when my good old grandmother smiled at me under my closed eyelids. And that was the first moment when I have taken the shape of her and went through all the feelings and emotions she had whilst living there. Then I have understood how much fear she had whilst living alone, but yet how happy she was each day when she saw us and got the spark again to live. Then someone was about to open the door and I knew now or never. I gave in, I gave in pushing back myself fully just to let an other being, that didn't exist anymore, to take my place and vibrate on her fragile human existence. The door was locked from inside and she wanted to break it in, when suddenly everything went silent and my "grandma" opened the door asking for help to get out as she was ready. "She" didn't sense the frequency anymore and only saw a weak, broken old lady who she knew she couldn't harm, so with disgust she looked at us and told to my sister: "She might have gotten away this time, but tell her that I will find her, and then she won't be able to hide anymore."

After that day nothing was the same. I have been living the life of a person, who was long ago dead, and yet I couldn't change and I knew the longer I've stayed in that body, the harder it will be for me to transform back. I had to come up with an idea, I had to figure out something to get out of this mess, yet I couldn't. Few days after the incident whilst I was lying in my bed and talking to my sister of a possible escape plan, whilst knowing "she" is watching every move of ours, I felt the urge to ask again and think about: "Why me? Why am I the only one to whom this is happening? In the middle of the nowhere, in a small town where no one could escape anyone without being stamped as a freak even whilst human, as soon as they are different in the slightest way from the others..."? But then someone on a rainy day came to visit my "grandmother". Someone who knew she is dead, and yet, there he was begging for a second chance to be listened and given forgiveness. I asked him to enter, and he was shocked by seeing me. Yet he said nothing, but with trembling knees, he took the nearest chair closest to my bed and he sat down. 

After further few minutes of silence he looked up and he said: " I know it is not you and I also know how you ended up here. If you want to get out, you will have to listen to me and do as I say". I was shocked by him saying all that. But knowing how badly I wanted answers to my questions and help to survive, that I couldn't scream or shout, I just nodded and asked him to tell me everything he knew. 

And then our story began for real...