The Five Masks Of Dr. Screem (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
Screem: Special Edition 30 Peter flew into the air. His scream of horror snapped something in my brain — and I lunged forward. Closed my jaw on to the edge of his karate uniform. Caught him between my sharp teeth. Swung him to safety. I held him down with both paws. And waited for my mind to clear. My animal thoughts flashed past me in a jumble of pictures and odors. I could smell the blood of the raw rabbit. I pictured my paw prints in the snow. And suddenly, in my mind I was running through the snow, running on all fours. Kicking up a mist of white behind me. Then that picture was replaced by another — Peter at home. Our house. Our front yard. I could smell the fallen brown leaves. Smell the tangy aroma of wood fires burning in fireplaces around our neighborhood. Peter’s screaming rang in my sensitive wolf ears. The sound brought me back. Brought me back to being me. I’m Monica. I spun away from the snow-covered cliff. I set Peter free. He stood up and stumbled awkwardly. His knees appeared to give way.
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