and tossed the folder on the table.

Nikki was coming over later to

help me cope with this problem.

I sat there just looking it.

After some time, I had gotten

the nerve to actually read the information in there.

The first sheet is what I expected.

A normal blood test.

The very last entry on the page said

"LY test: postive."

What the hell is LY?

Apparently, the next page described LY.

From what I got from the second page,

LY is some genetic disease that causes

extreme agression and physical strength at times.

It turns out that LY meant Lycanthrope.

"I'm a fucking werewolf?"

I said recalling what a lycanthrope was.

I relized that the werewolf myth had some

kind of factual base.

It said that the myth of the werewolf originated

from people with this disease becoming

aggresive like wolves.

"What kind of joke is this?"

I read on and it said that the effects of the LY

don't show until age 18.

Only 2 weeks till this stuff happens I thought.

The next page was on stationary with

the Department of Defense header at the top.

It informed me that having the

condition is basically against the law.

People like me it stated were a

threat to the country and must be taken care of.

The letter continued by saying that I was to be

entered into a special

military program

were people like myself can live in safety.

A fucking leper colony.

The next thing in the folder was a

brochure that basically tried to sell me on the

concept of the colony.

All the people in it were in army fatigues and

carrying weapons and doing various army things.

It also showed the accomidations that I

could be living in.

A barrack .

A fucking barrack in the middle of the

fucking desert.

I skimmed the actual text of the brochure

and went on to the last page.

The last page is what originally

freaked me out.

It was the item that the suit told me to fill out.

It was a simple contract.

All I had to do was check a box and

sign my name and I was a

member of the desert freak show.

And if I didn't sign it?

What would happen?

I read the fine print of the contract and

just about collapsed when I read the clause.

"Any persons possessing the LY genetic

variation and willingly makes the choice

not to join project LY shall be considered

a threat to National Security.

As stated in NSC-2385A-5,

any persons with LY genetic variation

and in the general public past their 18th birthday

shall be executed in accordance with

NSC-0193D-9 regulations."

I fell to my knees relizing that in a week

I could be dead or in some secret concentration camp.

I sat there thinking about what to do.

The sun had set during this time and

moon light shone through the window.

A couple hours later, a knock at my door:

Nikki was here.