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Origin Of The Walken

The Origins of The Walken

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Hello there humans who might be reading this,   my name is Chris and I am here to tell you my story,   I am a Walken –   an alpha to be precise.

But this wasn’t always so,    I was once a human named Nathan who was a scientist and monster expert.

That was until the one night that changed my life forever,   that was when I met Jon – who was an expert on things that were Walken related.

Speaking of which,   this is where he came in.   I had been having a series of dreams that were dark and mystical in tone,  of me shifting and changing – becoming like…Walken both mentally and physically.    But I had no idea what they meant.    

I woke up from them feeling puzzled but intrigued  – I  wanted to learn more of this.   I got out of bed and sighed:

“Woah..what a weird dream!”

“What was it about?”

“You’re not gonna believe me if I tell you but…I dreamed that I was Walken.”

“Ah…you’ve had ‘the dream’.”

“What dream?”

“The ones where you transform into Chris Walken.”

“Woah!  Yeah…those were pretty amazing…if only…”

“If only what?”

“ If only that  dream was true… it was interesting though.”

“Mmmm…”

“What are you thinking?”

“Maybe there is a way I can make it come true.  But how?”

“Well,  there is this program I set up. But i’m kind of hesistant to use it. It might be irrevisible and dangerous.”

“Tell me about it…what does this program do?”

“It is called the Walken Hypnosis program..it can be used to hypnotize people into feel that they are Walken…or sometimes turn them into him or give them his traits.   It can also help make them into creatures known as ‘Walkens’.”

“Oh yes..I can do this too.  A program would make it easier though.”

“You know something about these creatures?”

“Oh yes…a whole lot!”

“So…are you saying you could turn me into one of these ‘Walkens’?”

“Not just that but make you an alpha Walken as well.”

“An alpha?”

“Yes…you would be able to transform others as well.  So what do you say?”

“Well I could try it on..but I doubt it would actually work..heh heh..I mean someone like me turning into Chris..what are the odds of that?”

“What means does the program use to induce hypnosis?”

“There are a series of trigger words and phrases to which one can use to trigger the hypnosis. But I do warn you though…that this Walken hypnosis program is dangerous…and there is a slight chance of whoever gets affected turning evil. I was going to test this out on some friends of mine but they’re gone off with my older bro so I guess we don’t have a test subject.”

“I believe I can improve upon this program.”

“It’s supposed to help reawaken a dormant aura/gene of sorts known as the Walken aura…this dormant aura/gene is supposed to give whoever possess it beyond supernatural powers and Walken-like attributes.”

“I see. I think I can use this to actually make it from a hypnotic suggestion to reality, if I were allowed to deepen the trance enough. Which I am well capable of. In fact, I intend to do this..to you…right now.”

“Right now?  I don’t know…it could be dangerous..the Walken gene/aura is a dangerous one..there is a slight chance of me killing people while morphed and not remembering a thing about it when I demorph…that’s a little thing called Killer’s Guilt..it applies to shapeshifters too.”

“Look into my eyes, Nathan.”   

Hesitantly,   I gazed into Jon’s eyes and as I did –  I began to weaken and go into a trance-like state –  I couldn’t think of anything at all except for his gaze and his voice.

“Uhh..uhh.. I feel so..so..weird..”

“Relax…listen to the sound of my voice..and only my voice.”

I listened and as I did I found my will and my mind slowly slipping away,  along with all my troubles.

“Yes…I will do as you tell me.”

“Nathan, allow your will to slip away..fall into a deep, deep…deep….deep….trance….a trance so deep, that my words will become your reality.”

I continued to let my mind and will to slip away,  I felt strange but in a very nice and soothing sort of way.    This was due to the ‘Walken’ gene cells taking over from the inside and Walkenizing me from the inside.

“Say this: Jon’s words are my reality..”

“Jon’s words are my reality…Jon’s words are my reality.”

My mind was thinking: “No..no..don’t listen to him..this is a trick. I don’t want this to happen..please”  but due to the Walkenization it was also starting to think: “Yes…Jon’s words are my reality.”

“Now Nathan..as I say words, they will become your reality. Therefore, I can make you become anything I say…I can make you do anything I say. There is no impossible if I say it. You are so deeply hypnotized, you cannot resist.  And all I say to you, you will love.”

“Yes my master…i will become anything you want me to be..i’ll listen to you…i’ll do anything you say..i’ll love it..i won’t say no..”

“That’s it….”

The effects of the trance were increasing slightly as I began to feel strange,  the whole room was being drained of all colour and turning black and white with the exception of Jon and I.   It was quite scary but I didn’t mind it

My mind was protesting “Ugh..i don’t feel so good..what’s going on?”  but deep down it secretly knew that it really wanted this.

“Oooohhh…aaaawrrgh…it feels different…what’s going on?”

“You now are becoming Christopher Walken..you are Christopher Walken.”

“Huh?   Walken?  Me?”

I held my head for a few seconds,  trying to think but it was getting increasingly difficult to do so due to the trance and my mind being Walkenized.

“Yes…you arrre…”

“Oooh..aaah..what’s going on?  It’s weird but it feels good…”

My mind was slowly altering to become Walkenized,  as the first Walken-like thought to escape from it was: “Why do I have the sudden urge to drive fast and go right into the middle of a brutal car crash?”

A low growl escaped from my throat,  I covered my mouth in embarrassment.   Did I really just growl like that?

“You are forgetting the being once known as Nathan Forrester..like a fading dream.”

As Jon spoke those words my mind continued to Walkenize –  all my previous inner mannerisms and thoughts were being replaced by new ones.    I was even beginning to forget what my life as a human was like.   

“Oh..i..feel..so..so..aaaah…aaah..aah..aah..weird, but yet….goood. What’s happening, master?”

“My words are simply becoming your reality. Now, you will relax, continue to listen to my voice, and accept your programing. You will continue to forget who you were, and become who you are. You are Walken. Do not question it. Accept it.”

“Aaah…aaaah…aaah…aaah…oooh…”

I moaned slightly as my mind became more Walkenized,  my human mind still struggling as it protested: “No I refuse to believe this..get it together Nathan..you’re not Walken.”

Ominious music played in the background and in a flurry,   I rushed over to the window and ripped the curtains open to reveal the blood red moon.

I could not look away,  it just looked so beautiful and yet it reminded me of..blood…and that made me instinctively lick my lips.

“Christopher…”

“Is that who I am becoming now?”

“Yes…”

I looked up at the moon and suddenly felt rather strange,  but in a good way –  it made me feel stronger.   Just then I felt a series of strange sensations jolting through my body which made my mind react with: 

“Aaaaah…aaaaahh..oh god..it hurts, please..I beg you..don’t do this.”

But Jon noticed this and came over to comfort me,  he spoke in a soft tone before reassuring me with these words:

“The pain is from your resistance. I have made this very easy for you. Stop and look into my eyes and relax…”

My mind protested once more,  this time the protest went a little like this:  “Newsflash…the transformation ALWAYS hurts the first time. Haven’t you seen An American Werewolf In London? Let me tell ya something…that wasn’t resistance that was causing David to be in pain as he transformed – it’s because the process itself WAS painful and terrifying. I mean how would you like it if someone made you transform into some horrific bloodthirsty killing machine?”

As this was happening I was noticing that my dark blue jeans I had been wearing were peeling away and reforming into a pair of dark grey trousers as a brown belt snaked itself around my waist.    My socks and slippers were reforming into a pair black dress shoes as the skintone on my legs slowly paled. 

The dark blue Metallica shirt I wore was slowly tearing and peeling away –  only to morph and reform into an elegant dark grey dress shirt.

“There is no pain…it is bliss. My words are your reality.”

I was enjoying the process but my mind gave out another thought of protest,  this time saying: 

“Yeah, but this is a very bad idea. And I don’t mean bad as in the bad = good perspective like in Megamind, oh no..I mean bad as in the whole…”i’m going to turn evil and start attacking the people and i’ll have no control over my actions” thing!”

My cardigan was the next to tear and peel away,  reforming into a lovely dark grey jacket,  which I have to admit looked pretty nice on me.

“Focus on my voice.”

My mind was still struggling and protesting,  trying to prevent me from losing my identity – it was like it didn’t want me to change: “Aaah..please..noo..can’t we just talk this over? I mean I didn’t mean to say that i wanted this..aargh..it was a figure of speech. And besides i’m safer if I don’t give in..if I give in then I would be doing what you want me to do, if i don’t..then i’ll be perfectly fine.”

“Only my voice..and..cowbell. Tink tink tink.”

“Cowbell?”

“Yess….”

The sound of that familiar word droned repeatedly in my head,  as my mind slowly started to become more and more affected by it,  as indicated by the next thought that escaped from it: “Oh..why can’t I think straight? All I can think about is cowbell..its sound..echoing in my head..must resist..Nathan, you’re stronger than this..don’t listen to him..you can fight this. Good always wins over evil..you can do this.”

I looked at my arms for a brief seconds and felt a brief tingling and stretching sensation,   as the skintone on my arms and hands paled –   my arms were also stretching and growing longer and thinner.    My fingers were also longer as well.

My arm hair receeded and my furred gloves slowly shedded off much more…umm Walkeny hands,   I was becoming more fascinated by this by the minute even though my mind was trying to fight against it.

“Cowbell…cowwwwbeeeellllll. Cow….bellll…..”

“Ooh….aaaawrrr……cowbell..i waaaant moreee…cowbell..cowbell…yes..i do.aaarh!”

“Yes…you do.”

I felt a chill jolt up my spine,  almost as if something wasn’t right but alas I did not even notice not..not even as my mind once again responded with protest filled thoughts mainly along the lines of “no..i don’t..” and “Aaaaaarh..oh god..please..no..please..please..there’s gotta be a way out of this..ah ha! The mantra! Once I start saying that..the curse of the cowbell shall no longer corrupt my innocent mind.”

Feeling the chill run through the rest of my body,  I wrapped a blanket around my lower body as another set of low growls escaped from my throat.

“Yess……please..please..morrrrrre cowbell..mmorrrrrrrrre!”

I ripped the blanket off my lower body to reveal that my legs were also shifting,  growing longer and thinner just like my arms.     I couldn’t help but notice how long and graceful my now Walkeny legs were.

Another protest came from my mind as it tried to tell me to resist the call of cowbell,  but I knew better. 

“Why oh why do you resist the thing you most desire??
Relax..listen…cowbell..tink tink tink..”

My mind was about to speak up one more time,  but it turns out this would be the last human thought it would ever have:  “Because..i..i..i..”   

Which was cut short by a strange but rather soothing stretching sensation as the pale skintone from before now moved up the rest of my body,  what little body hair I had was receeding to allow the now pale skintone to take over.    My frame slenderized and became more lithe as the room started to spin.

“Jon..i think you are shrinking…”

“No..you are obeying.. and growing…to your proper height..”

Jon was right,  I was obeying and growing as my now Walkenized mind became more intelligent and was filled with Walken-like thoughts,   I slowly elevated in height from 5’7 to 6’ft and not only that I was now a lot more lithe and elegant in terms of my build.

Not only were my arms and legs Walkeny but my body had also followed suit,  I couldn’t help but let a few cheerful growls in the process as my strength increased to inhuman levels.

“Hey…this is nice…oooh..i like this…I wonder if..”

“Why yes,  you can my Walken…give it a try.”

I lifted up a large table full of heavy equipment and to my amazement I was able to lift it in one feat of inhuman strength.

Yes.. I have inhuman strength!”

“Yes..this is going well… your powers are developing.”

“Aaaahh…yes..yes..I never thought that this would be so good..i feel so much more agile as well.”

“That is your agility increasing…all Walkens are inhumanly agile and graceful..you can do this and so much more with your new powers.”

“ Powers?  As in supernatural powers?  Hmm…I must have acquired inhuman agility as well.”

I felt a surge of energy darting through my body as I ran with inhuman agility,  it was pretty exciting.

“There is more. Much more.”

“Oooh…yes…I am intrigued…ooh..”

“Your senses are heightening and increasing…these will come in useful for hunting.”

I growled slightly as I listened,  my senses were now fully heightened –  as I swore I could hear a familiar sound.

“Hey,  what’s that sound? It’s..it’s..it’s..cowbell! Yes, come to me…..oh yes..I can hear it even though it’s not really there!”

“That is part of your Walken instinct…it knows you want cowbell.”

I felt a tingling sensation as it went up my neck,  making my neckline grow longer and thinner as my jaw-line shifted to become more angular.

I giggled slightly as my hair turned a lovely sandy brownish colour and prickled up,  standing up on end to become Walken-like.

““Heh..that tickles!”

“This is only the beginning.. there is much more..”

“Aaaaooh…yes..tell me a little bit more.”

“I shall…”

Another low growl escaped from my throat as my face turned pale along with my neck,  my eyebrows were thinning out and turning the same colour as my hair.

My eyes turned from hazel brown to blue with dark green inner rings as they spread out and became narrower.

“Oooh..yes..good..I feel it..it’s all coming back!”

“There is this mouse, and he joined the three little pigs on SNL. He did not drown in the cream, because he was that 2nd mouse. As a prize, he got..more cowbell.”

“Ah yes…I remember it well. And he originally came from Sleepy Hollow..and had razor sharp pointed teeth and piercing aquamarine eyes..and a thirst for human blood..”

I felt another tingling sensation,  this time it was building up in my forehead as it began to slowly thicken and grow.

“You see only the aquamarine eyes..you hear only more cowbell…it all seems right now, doesn’t it?  You are looking in the mirror, and you see the many faces of Walken. In your mind, you hear only..more cowbell..”

“Aaaahh…yes.  Yes!”

My hair perked up excitedly as my forehead continued to swell and grow,  elevating itself higher up on my face.    My eyes shifted to become slightly sunken in the process.

“When I count to 3, you will be Walken, only Walken and his many roles, and you cannot revert.
1…2..3..cowbell. tink tink tink tink..”

“Oooh..feels…nice…rrrr…”

Another growl escaped from my throat,  this time it was a satisfactory growl as my nose thinned out in length.   My lips also thinned out and darkened a little – contorting into a crescent shape that was mostly noticable on my upperlip –   the corners of my lips were now sharply pointed.   

My ears flattened slightly as my chin narrowed out slightly,  my senses at this point were already fully heightened.
“Of course it feels nice Chris. Now, how about you tell me about some of your favorite moments on screen?”

I growled for a few minutes as my cheekbones became more pronounced,  my cheeks also thinned out a light as my facial features matched the rest of my appearance in terms of how Walken-like it was.

I concentrated as my facial expression contorted itself into a pseudo grimace/half snarl – making it look sorrowful but menacing –  very Walkeny as well.

“Too many to list..heh..heh..ooh..this is so good..urr…”

“Come on, tell me about the mice! I love that one!”

“Oh…okay then.  Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse, wouldn’t quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out.   Gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse.”

As I said that signature line from the hit movie Catch Me If You Can,   my voice began to deepen and become gravellier in pitch but all the while developing a hypnotic and stoic tone and vocal pattern.

“Ahaha, classic! I love it Chris! You know, with your voice, you can make the story of the 3 little pigs fascinating!”

“I can?  Oh yes… aaaah…yesss..yess..”

I nodded,  growling happily in approval as my voice grew deeper still , the hypnotic tone and vocal patterns taking over and becoming my own –  my voice was Walkenizing as was my mind,  in addition to this a New York accent developed –  altering my speech patterns as well.

Not only did I resemble Walken now but I sounded like him too,  and as my Walkeny instincts took over –   I had now fully transformed into Chris Walken himself.    I ran over to the mirror and couldn’t believe how beautiful I had become.

“Excellent Smithers! Release the hounds!!”

“Oh yes..much better.”

“Chris…are you ready to test out your new Walken powers?”

“Yes…but i’m a little hungry and a little bit thirsty.”

“Then let’s get you some fresh blood…come along,  Chris..”

“Yes,  master!”

I roared happily as I followed Jon,  my new master –  we both stepped outside to go a bit of hunting.   

Upon reaching my first victim,  I leaped out at them with inhuman speed and then used my hypnotic powers to put them in a trance while I happily lapped up their blood.

It sent another rush of energy through my body as my already blue eyes briefly glowed for a few minutes and turned aquamarine blue,   my fingernails grew longer and became quite sharp as my teeth lengthened and sharpened.    This made me look a bit like the Hessian.  

“Well done!  You’re now a complete Walken!  How did your first meal taste?”

“Delicious!”

“There is more where that come from.”

“Really?”

“Stick with me,  Chris…we’re going to be a terrific team.”

With that the two of us continued on our hunting trip,  searching for new victims to capture and make into ‘Walkens’.

Which we still do even today,  as part of a worldwide Walkenization project.    Everyone is invited to join in the Walken experience.    

So that is the story of how I changed from a human scientist into a sleek and powerful alpha male Walken and the origin of our Walkenization project.

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Back At Last

I apologize for not being active on this blog,  it’s just that i have to be careful out there.  I don’t want anyone from that awful wiki knockoff that shall not be named coming after me –  because that’s the last thing you need.

Cat

Just to clarify…we do have a new cat residing with us but it is a neighbours cat.   And no I did not squish the other ones.   Anything that site that shall not be named said is a lie.

Troll Alert

Be on the look out for these two trolls Skydara and WereStallone, both of them use tactics stolen from the ED article on me and said tactics were already getting old and boring to begin with. Except WereStallone claims to be a real “Were-Stallone” *cough cough* yeah right.

Like i’m said i’m happy with other people using my work as inspiration – that is if they ask permission, but flat out ripping it off for trolling purposes is unacceptable.

They should be blocked and or reported at all costs.

No trolls

I must remind you that this is a troll free zone which means no one from ED,  Metokur/Combusting Herpes or whatever troll site they spawned from is allowed to come here.   Speaking of trolls,  a user by the name of the RealWereStallone made a stupid accussation about me spreading lines about his people…ummmmm….you’re named after a fictional creature I made up.   You’re fictional…I wasn’t spreading lies about you.    Get over it.

Hessian Hex finale

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Ariana and I were back inside the inn, this time hiding out in the cellar. So far the spell to make me look like my normal self was working and everything was going fine.

Of course, deep down I knew that it was only going to be a matter of time until the spell would be wearing off and I would turn back into the Hessian again.

But I knew that she was doing her best to protect me and to save me from getting found out and from killing others.

Just then we heard the sound of footsteps outside, there was a mob of people out there and it looked like they all after me.

“Did you hear that?”

“Yeah…it sounds like there’s a mob of people outside.”

“Fresh victims? How wonderful. I mean no….no…it’s not…grrrr…”

“Nathan, control yourself!”

“I am trying to…but I can’t….grrrrrr….grrr…”

I growled at her a few times and as I did the shadows crept up behind me and my clothes started turning black.

“Nathan…there has to be someway you can keep this under-control.”

“You’re right. In fact there is this chant I learned a long while back.”

“A chant?”

“Yes, it’s a Relaxation chant. For creatures like werecreatures, demons and vampires this chant is what they use to prevent themselves from turning.”

“Really? What does it say?”

“According to the accient text in the book – which is probably in Latin….the translation says: Thy beastly instincts are strong, but I am stronger, I will overcome this, no monster shall take control of me.”

“Sounds useful. How about you give it a try?”

“Sure. Thy beastly instincts are strong but I am stronger, I will overcome this, no monster shall take control of me.”

I repeated the chant a couple of more times causing the shadows to fade and my clothes to return to normal.

“Phew! Thank god. It works!”

“Of course it does. Now what are we going to do about this?”

“Well obviously…I can’t go out there, because they will probably kill me if they find out. And I don’t want to be charged with death.”

“I know…how about you wait here while I go and confront the mob?”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

She opened the cellar exit and left it before walking out over to confront the mob of people that were waiting.

“Hi ya guys, what can I do for you?”

“We’re on the lookout for a certain supernatural creature.”

“Really? What kind? Is it a werewolf? A zombie?”

“It’s the Hessian Horseman.”

“Who? I’m afraid I have no idea who you are talking about.”

“Don’t lie. We know he’s around here somewhere.”

“You must be crazy. There’s no….ummmm….Hessian here.”

“Oh, but we’re not crazy. We saw him and heard him. He’s all pale, wears black, has spikey hair and has sharp teeth – and he growls a lot. He killed several people last night.”

“What? Are you sure?”

“Yes. And now we’re going to find him.”

“Stop! I mean what if…and hear me out…this so called fearsome ‘Hessian’ is actually a good guy and he’s trying to protect us?”

“Nonsense! He’s evil. He’s a bloodthirsty killer!”

“Well…maybe he’s just misunderstood. And anyway I haven’t seen him.”

“You haven’t?”

“Nope, sorry.”

“Oh okay, then, come on guys let’s head back home!”

The mob ran off as she went back over to the entrance and back into the cellar where I was waiting for her.

“Phew! That was a close one.”

Just then…she heard a growl coming from nearby, she turned around and reacted in shock as she heard it.

“Grrrrrrr…….”

“Aaaah! Nathan…don’t tell me you’ve given in already.”

“Relax, i’m just messing around with you. I’ve been keeping the urges and instincts under control just like you said.”

“Good. Because there’s an angry mob of townspeople out there that probably want to hunt you down.”

“Just when I thought that this couldn’t get anymore like a horror movie, in comes horror cliche number 16 – the angry mob with pitchforks and torches.”

“I’ve managed to get them to leave though, so you don’t have to worry about them finding you.”

“That’s good…because that’s all I really need.”

“So, how do you feel?”

“I feel…..I feel so bloodthirsty….the bloodlust is coming back….grrrr!”

I snarled as my eyes turned from brown to aquamarine blue as my skin turned pale and the shadows crept up behind me.

“Woah woah easy there, you are scaring me again.”

“Sorry, sorry…”

I recited the chant a few more times as my eyes and skin returned to normal and the shadows faded.

“It’s okay, it’s okay….i’m here for you!”

“I know…but once the hours are up, i’m afraid it will be too late.”

“Remember…stay calm, keep in control of your instincts. Everything will be fine if you do that.”

“Or maybe it won’t….it’s only a matter of time until it happens and I transform back.”

“It’s okay. Just don’t go anywhere and still here. Because frankly…who knows where you’ll be lurking when the 2-3 hours are up?”

“Aaaw…thanks for the support, but I don’t think you would want to be around to see it when it does happen again. It’s never a pretty sight when I change alignment from lawful good to evil. It’s happened to me a couple of other times too.”

“It has?”

“Yeah, like the time I was a Wereleno, the WereStallone encounter at Hillhurst, and the time I was turned into an evil version of Russell Brand in one of my own nightmares. It’s nothing new to me.”

“Sounds like these kind of things happen frequently…”

“Oh believe me, they do. The city I live in happens to be under attack from the forces of the supernatural every single night of the week.”

“So what do you normally do when you get involved in situations like this?”

“Normally in situations like this I would be able to simply use my monster powers, turn into Growler the weregrinch and save the city and defeat the big bad….but not in this case…in this case I don’t have my monster powers and i’m in danger of turning INTO the big bad.”

“I know, I should have been there.”

“It’s not like that would have made a difference or anything. What’s done has been done. I have been cursed to become the Hessian and I feel it will happen again any minute.”

“I’m here for you, and you are my best friend. I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“Thank god I can count on you. Because I don’t know how i’d be able to make it through this without you.”

“That’s what friends are for. I’ll do whatever I can to protect you and keep you safe.”

“Thank you.”

I hugged her but as I did, she noticed that something wasn’t right – I felt a chill of sorts as my eyes turned from brown to aquamarine blue.

“Nathan! Not now….you’ve got to keep control, or else the mob might find you and track you down again.”

“I DON’T CARE, I’LL KILL THEM ALL! RAAAAAAWR!”

Another growl escaped from my throat as my teeth started sharpening, looking like vampiric fangs at first.

“Snap out of it, you’re not a killer, you’re a good guy….”

“I CAN’T! I’M BLOODLUSTING AGAIN! OH I JUST WANT TO GO OUT AND SLAUGHTER SOME INNOCENT BYSTANDERS!”

“Calm down, please, you are scaring me…and that’s not a good thing. Remember that chant you mentioned earlier?”

“I do, and that chant is the only thing preventing me from killing people and bathing in their blood….grrrrr….”

“Keep calm, keep calm. This will be over soon.”

“WELL…WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR? I’M VICIOUS, AND I’M BLOODTHIRSTY….LET’S GO TO TOWN SO I CAN PUT MY NEW TEETH TO WORK!”

“No…let’s not. Calm down, calm down.”

“You’re right…I should.”

I calmed down as my eyes returned to normal and my teeth returned to normal as well, the instincts seemed to be getting harder to control by the minute.

“Phew!”

“I’m a good guy…not a killer, i’m a good guy not a killer.”

“Yes, that’s it.”

“I’m a good guy…not a killer, i’m a good guy not a killer…i’m a good guy not a killer.”

“Keep saying that mantra…you’ll be fine.”

“I’m a good guy…not a killer…i’m a good guy, not a killer…i’m a good guy, not a…oh god, noo…noooo!”

“Nathan….”

The marking on my left hand started glowing again but this time giving off a more painful burning sensation.

“Aaaaaagh…..aaaaaagh….oh god, it burns! Aaaaagh!”

“Ignore the pain…you’ll be fine, we can get through this.”

I stretched out my right hand as I groaned in agony, as I was doing so the shadows crept up my right hand and turned into a black glove as half of my clothes turned black.

My right hand started acting on it’s own like it were possessed and gnarled up, attacking me several times.

“Aaaaaaaaagh! Heeeelp me! Aaaaaaaaaaagh!”

“Please, stop screaming. Or they’ll find you.”

“Aaaaaaaagh! But it…hurts…so much….grrrrr….aaaaaaaargh!”

“Nathan…no, don’t give in – it’s what Michayala wants.”

“Heeeeeeelp me!”

“I would if I could….stay calm, remember the chant..”

“You’re right…”

I cleared my throat and tried reciting the chant but all that came out were a series of growls, I covered my mouth in shock.

The feelings of bloodlust were starting to come over me again, I could feel insense pain jolting through me.

“No…Nathan! Stay calm, don’t think of killing and all those horrible things, think of…what you usually do, you know, helping people..not killing them.”

“You’re right…I’m nice, not evil, nice not evil…nice not evil…”

I returned to normal for a brief second before checking my watch, and my expression changed to a look of horror.

“Nathan?”

“Oh no….no….no…”

“What’s wrong?”

“The hours are up! GET OUT OF HERE NOW BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!”

“No…you’re my friend, I can’t let this happen..”

“Grrrrr….grrrr….GET AWAY, NOW!”

I doubled over in pain as the shadows creeped out behind me and an insense wave of pain started jolting through my body.

“Nathan…come on, you can fight this…”

“NO….IT’S TOO STRONG….GRRRR… I CAN’T CONTROL MYSELF ANY LONGER….AAAAAAARGH!”

“Nathan!”

“GET OVER HERE!”

I snarled as I grabbed a chain and swung it around, grabbing her with it and pulling her towards me. I could no longer control myself, I was starting to lose it.

“Nathan…let me go, please. I beg you, don’t do this!”

“I’m afraid…it’s too late….grrrrrrrr….”

Intense waves of pain jolted through my entire body as the shadows snaked their way up and down my body, turning my clothes black and making them look more like the Hessian’s clothes.

The shadows then moved down to my arms and to my hands as they formed into a pair of black gloves. I was groaning in agony as this was happening.

“Nathan! Noooooooooo….”

“Get out of here while you still can!”

“I told you, i’m staying here with you.”

I groaned in agony as the shadows snaked along my back, forming a long black cape before the shadows moved down to my feet.

Once the shadows moved down to my feet, they slithered on them forming a pair of black boots.

My clothing now fully resembled the Hessian’s outfit as the changes progressed further, I continued to groan in agony.

“Aaaaagh……”

“Nathan? Are you alright? Don’t you worry, i’m here – everything’s going to be fine…”

“Aaaaaargh…..grrrrr….GET AWAY FROM ME, NOW!”

“No….no…no…”

More intense waves of pain jolted through my body as the shadows crept up my neck, this time reaching up to my hair.

My hair slowly turned from brown to black and spiked up as my skin turned pale and dark makeup appeared around my eyes.

This time I wasn’t groaning, I was screaming in agony and horror as the changes progressed.

“Grrrrr…heeeeeelp me….”

“I am…I am…please…don’t hurt me…”

“Grrrr, please help me, heeelp me!”

My eyebrows turned black and arched becoming more menacing as I closed my eyes, hoping that this whole thing would be over soon.

When I reopened my eyes, they turned from their hazel brown colour to aquamarine blue with a ghostly tint.

I was still screaming in agony as the process contuined, Ariana was watching in horror as she saw what was happening.

“Nathan! Don’t you worry….i’m going to help you.”

“Heeeeeelp me….aaaaaaargh…aaaargh!”

I continued to scream in agony as the changes continued, this time my teeth started sharpening and lengthtening – resembling vampiric fangs at first.

My facial features slowly started to morph and reshape themselves, looking less like myself and more like the Hessian.

“Nathan…don’t worry, it’s okay, we can get through this..”

“Maybe you can…but I can’t…..grrrrr….heeelp me, heeelp me Arianaaaaaaaaa!”

My facial features continued to morph and reshape themselves until I fully resembled the Hessian.

In addition to this my teeth which at this point resembled vampiric fangs sharpened more until they resembled the Hessian’s sharp pointed ones.

I gave out one last scream for help, but after that my voice grew coarse as my screams became a series of savage roars and grunts and the feelings of bloodlust took over completely.

I let out a loud fearsome roar as the changes completed, and I was now once again the Hessian.

“Nathan!”

“AAAAAAARGH!”

“Nathan, it’s me, your friend!”

“Raaawr?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“Raawr…”

“I know it’s you in there, there just has to be someway to bring you back to normal again.”

“Grrrr….”

“Nathan, please..”

“Raaaawrgh!”

My new instincts and urges kicked in and before she knew it, I was gone. She was filled with absolute dismay and shock when she found it.

“Oh no he’s gone! I’ll better go and find him!”

She ran out of the exit of the cellar and ran off into town to go and check and see if anyone had seen me anywhere, only to run into the mob from before.

“We all have to work together here, remember… the Hessian could be anywhere.”

“Hi. Whatcha doing?”

“We’re looking for him.”

“Who? You mean that Hessian?”

“Yes.”

“Well I haven’t seen him.”

“But we heard his roar…”

“That’s odd, I didn’t hear anything.”

She listened very closely for a few brief seconds, at first she couldn’t hear anything -but then a loud scream could be heard coming from nearby.

“HEEEEEELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!”

“Do you hear it now?”

“It’s coming from the woods!”

Listening once again, she could hear the sound of a loud ferocious roar followed by several growls and screams.

“RAAAAAAAWR!”

“SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE!”

“RAAAAAAWR! RAAAGH!”

“That roar….it’s….it’s….”

She rushed over to the woods and as she did, she got closer and closer to where the screams were coming from.

When she got there, she saw me now as the Hessian holding a young scientist by the name of Zander by the neck.

“Heeeelp me! Please someone help me! Aaaaaaaah!”

“No one can help you now….grrrrrrr!”

“Aaaaaaah! Please, someone, heeeeeelp!”

“Don’t bother to scream. Because you won’t be able to, once i’m through with you…you won’t have a grrrr….head of which to scream with….RAAAAAWRGH!”

“Heeeelp!”

I was about to slice his head off with my axe when she got in the way and saved Zander, I growled as I stared at her.

“Grrrr……”

“Nathan! Please don’t hurt that man, he didn’t do anything to you!”

“I know but I feel so….grrrrrr…bloodthirsty…and…I need to…grrrrr…kill someone in order to satisfy my bloodlust.”

“Don’t! You are stronger than that, don’t let the insticts take control of you completely!”

“Grrrrrr…it’s too late….raaaaaawr!”

“If that’s the way it has to be…so be it.”

“I’m sorry.”

I lashed out at her, grabbing the axe that had materialized in my left hand and using it to have a go at her.

She dodged the attacks but one of the attacks knocked out Zander, sending him backwards onto the ground.

“YUUUUUUUUURGH!”

“Are you okay Zander?”

“FINLAND!”

“Grrrr…….hold still..”

“No. I know you are still in there, Nathan. It’s me, your friend. Please don’t let it end this way.”

“Aaaaah….grrrrrr…..i’m sorry….but I have to, I can’t control myself!”

“Go nuts, then.”

“Raaaaaawr!”

I gave in to my more vicious instincts and started attacking her some more with the axe, luckily she dodged my attacks.

But unfortunately it took quite a bit out of her and her health was draining fast as she fell on the floor.

“Nathan……”

“Grrr?”

“You could have stopped…but you didn’t…you could have resisted, this is your fault…”

“I’m sorry, it’s just…instincts got out of control…there was nothing I could grrrrr do about it. Grr..”

“If you truly are sorry, then you wouldn’t have attempted to kill me like that.”

“I know, I truly am sorry about that, deep down I honestly am sorry. I feel like such a monster!”

“Most of it really isn’t your fault really… it’s mine.”

“I know, you left me alone while you went to go and confront the mob. You basically did horror cliche number 18 – running off while leaving the person who’s turning into a monster alone….grrr…..”

“I should have stayed. I wanted to, but I couldn’t bear to see this happen to you.”

“It’s okay…it’s okay.”

I held her tight, keeping her warm and safe. I had snapped out of my Berserker-like state and regained my conscience.

“Nathan….promise me that you’ll take good care of me. I don’t want to die like this.”

“I will…grrrr…..”

I ran off further into the woods to go and contemplate about my actions, I knew there just had to be a way to fix this.

“Please don’t let me die….please….”

“Grrr…don’t you worry, i’ve got something that might help us out…”

I grabbed a satchel that I had gotten from Morgoth’s inventory and bit into it with my now razor sharp pointed teeth, pouring the watery contents of the satchel over her body.

I stood back as her body started glowing with a golden aura and she slowly rejuvuenated to full health.

“Nathan? Where did you get that?”

“Morgoth’s inventory. I did a little bit of hunting while looking around in his store for a cure, unfortunately there was no cure but I found this..”

“That must have been really convienient.”

“Yep.”

“So what are we going to do?”

“I have an idea.”

“What is it?”

“Follow me.”

The two of us ran over to where the old windmill was, she didn’t know what was going on but she complied nicely.

“What are we going to do here?”

“We’re going to hide out here until this whole thing bides over.”

“Okay….but why?”

“Shhh….”

“Oh okay.”

The two of us ran inside the old windmill and stayed there for a few hours, but a couple of hours later – a familiar looking crow flew by.

“It’s HER! Grrrr…..”

“Oh great, she’s here…”

I snarled, baring my razor sharp pointed teeth at the crow as it landed on the ground, morphing into Michayala the witch.

“Well look who it is…it’s Ariana and her friend. Wow, what a big, tough, ferocious Hessian warrior you are. Those teeth, those eyes…that bloodlust.”

“You did this to me, Michayala!”

“Isn’t it wonderful?”

“I want you to fix this. Turn me back to normal right now, please…or i’ll…grrrrrr….make you pay!”

“I’m sorry, but i’m not a ‘good witch’, i’m an evil dark witch – duh! And what makes you think that I want to change you back?”

“Because if you don’t…you’re going to be my next victim….grrrrr….”

“I’m sorry, but even if you kill me – you will NOT be rid of the Hessian Hex.”
“WHAT? THAT MAKES ME MAD! GRRRR…..”

“Then why don’t you attack your friend over there?”

“BACK OFF! NO ONE AND I DO MEAN NO ONE…TRIES TO GET ME TO ATTACK MY OWN FRIENDS AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!”

“Too late, I already have.”

“Grrrrr….fix this now or else!”

“I’m sorry – I can’t….”

“What? What kind of all powerful dark witch are you?”

“An evil one!”

“Grrrr….you’re going to pay for this…”

“That’s it, Nathan. Teach her a lesson.”

“Wait…you’re actually allowing me to give into my more bloodthirsty instincts, now?”

“Well yes … I am.”

“Oh well then….grrrr… Michayala, it’s your turn!”

“W-W-What?”

“Aaaw – what’s the matter, are you grrrrr….scared?”

“Scared? Me? Ha!”

“I’m guessing that’s a yes.”

“So what are you going to do to her, then?”

“Well….grrrr….I DESPERATELY WANT TO PUT MY NEW TEETH TO WORK!”

“Go nuts.”

“You really mean it this time?”

“Yeah. Go nuts!”

“Alright, this may be a little graphic though.”

“I can handle it!”

I grabbed Michayala and held her tightly in my arms, before leaning closer to her in, and in a swift and careful move…..I sank my teeth into her neck and then kissed/bit her on the mouth, causing her to die.

“Mmmmm…delicious.”

“Oookay…..are you done?”

“Yes.”

“Well thank goodness that witch is taken care of.”

“I’ll say, plus….this time i’m actually glad that I did give into my more bloodthirsty instinct. Who would have thought that someone so evil would have blood that tastes so good? Grrrr…”

“You look like you enjoyed it.”

“I certainly did.”

“So what are we going to do about it?”

“I’ll hide here in the shadows, and you go and tell everyone back in town that you defeated Michayala.”

“Okay, I will.”

She ran off back towards town to confront the mob of people once more, this time she informed them all that Michayala had been defeated and about the spell she had placed on me.

She also caught up with Ichabod Crane, who had been doing research the entire time and spending his many hours working on an investigation.

When she was done talking to them, she returned to the old windmill and went inside it, I was waiting in the shadows.

“So how did it go?”

“Surprisingly well.”

“Is it safe to go out there now?”

“I think so.”

“You think they’ll accept me like this?”

“Sure.”

“Oh alright then!”

With that the two of us headed back towards the town of Sleepy Hollow and decided to look around.

It did take a little time to get used to people being scared of me and all but nonetheless, everything was fine.

As for what happened later, it is unknown as to whether or not I got cured of the Hessian Hex or not. Who knows? Maybe it has maybe it hasn’t….maybe it’s gone, maybe it’s not.

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So things are back to semi normal for our heroes and everything is fine once again. But it is not entirely certain if Nathan got cured of the Hessian Hex or not.

Some say it wore off after a few weeks or months, and some others say it’s permanent and he stayed as the Hessian. And some say it’s a little bit of both. Who knows?

Whether or not he got cured is entirely up to you, maybe there’s still a little bit of the Hessian in him. 

Hessian Hex part 8

With Ichabod and Ariana both trapped inside a dark energy magic field, and the mark of the Hessian permantly implanted on my left hand….things weren’t looking any brighter.

I wanted to fight Michayala and get back at her for what she did, but something was preventing me from doing so.

“Well…have you made your decision yet?”

“Ummm…oh alright, i’ll do it. I’ll be the Hessian again.”

“Nathan! No! Don’t do it.”

“I’m afraid I have to….”

“No!”

“I’m afraid so….aaaaargh!”

I doubled over in pain as shadows began creeping up once more, a wave of intense pain began flowing through me again.

“Nathan!”

“Grrrrrr….DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME, I’LL BE FINE. AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!”

“Nathan…no…come on…you can deal with this..I believe in you!”

I groaned in agony as the shadows crept up behind me and turned my clothes black until they looked more Hessian-like.

“Aaaaaaaaargh! Grrrrrr…it hurts so damn much!”

“Nathan…you can fight this…try to resist it…”

“No…I can’t….it’s too strong….my bloodlust is rising…”

“Nathan….noooo!”

The shadows crept up to my legs and turned my shoes into a pair of black boots as the marking on my left hand started glowing some more.

I was groaning in agony as the shadows slithered down my back, forming a cape of sorts – in addition to this, the shadows snaked themselves around my hands – turning into black gloves.

“Grrrr……grrrrr…heeeeeeeelp me!”

“We’re trying. Michayla, you witch! Stop this right now!”

“It’s too late….your friend is already changing and there’ss nothing you can do about it. He’s going to attack you afterwards.”

“That would never happen. I wouldn’t let that happen to my friend. He would never do that to me!”

“Grrrrr…she’s right, you know….no matter what you say, I will never…ever…kill anyone. I’m too nice….i’m the good guy here NOT the big bad, aaargh..”

I was about to continue when more pain started coursing it’s way through my body, I couldn’t bear it anymore.

My hair turned from it’s normal brownish colour to jet black and spiked up as my skin turned pale and dark makeup appeared around my eyes.

“Let Nathan go! Take me instead!”

“What part of ‘it’s too late’ don’t you get? His transformation is already progressing further..and before you know it will be complete…”

“No! I won’t let this happen!”

“Grrrrrr…..Heeelp me, Ariana….heeelp me!”

My groans of agony were more like a series of screams now as I closed my eyes hoping the pain would go away.

When I reopened my eyes, they turned from hazel brown to aquamarine blue as my eyebrows turned black and arched becoming more menacing.

“Nathan! Hold on…you can fight this…”

“Aaaargh! Aaaaargh! Heeelp meee!”

As I screamed, my teeth started lenghtening and sharpening resembling vampiric fangs at first.

In addition to this my facial features morphed and reshaped themselves resembling the Hessian’s features a little more.

“Nathan…hold on, you can fight this!”

“No…no….Aaaaaaargh….grrr…I can’t!”

My already vampiric teeth sharpened more until they fully resembled the Hessian’s teeth as my facial features fully resembled the Hessian’s facial features.

I held my head and screamed in agony as the more vicious and bloodthirsty instincts started taking over me.

But my screams were in vain as my voice became coarse then changed to be the gruff aggressive voice of the Hessian, with my screams devolving into a series of growls and roars.

The change was complete again and I was the Hessian.

“See? That wasn’t so bad now was it?”

“Let my friends go…grrrrr!”

“You don’t need them anymore. Except as victims.”

“Victims? No, no, no, no, no, no! I would never ever…ever…grrrrrr…do anything like that! Forget it!”

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to do it.”

“Never. I WOULD NEVER DO THAT!”

I snarled as I turned to face Ariana and Ichabod, Ichabod had just awoken back up again and had worked out a way to break free of the dark magical energy field.

“Ichabod! We must do something.”

“I’m on it!”

Ichabod concentrated and created a shard of light magic energy that broke through the dark magic energy field and set both him and Ariana free.

Michayala stood back in shock as she saw the two of them break free of the dark energy magic field.

“Phew! Now stop this!”

“Why should I? I’m loving every moment of this. I can’t wait to see your reactions as your former friend here gives in and tries to kill you.”

“Are you out of your….grrrrrrrrrr mind? I would never ever…kill my friends, grrrrr! Raaaaawr!”

“You’re my Hessian warrior now, you have to do as I command.”

“In your dreams!”

Michayala got ready to cast a dark magical energy spell on my friends but I jumped in the way and deflected the spell back.

“I told you!”

“You win this round…but I will be back. Buwahaha!”

With that she turned into a crow and flew off into the night, she may have been gone for good but we knew that she would return.

“Nathan, are you okay?”

“I am…it’s…just….I feel so grrrrr…bloodthirsty…grrrrrrr!”

“Nathan, snap out of it.”

“I’m sorry, it’s these instincts. It’s like they’re taking over me or something.’

“It’s alright, just relax. I wonder if there is a way to reverse this.”

“Unfortunately since the mark of the Hessian has been permantely imprinted on his hand, there is no way to reverse this spell.”

“You mean he’s going to be stuck like this?”

“Well I wouldn’t say entirely… there is a spell we can use to make him look like his normal self though.”

“Good. Because I’ll try anything.”

“This spell lasts for 2-3 hours or more, and will make Nathan look like his normal self for a brief while – but we have to get him somewhere safe or secluded and not only that – we have to prevent him from “bloodlusting” , if he gets in a vicious mood or starts bloodlusting he’ll revert back into the Hessian again. And you wouldn’t want that now, would you?”

“No. I wouldn’t.”

Ichabod concentrated and cast the spell on me, in a flash I morphed back to resemble my normal self.

“Phew! I’m me again!”

“Yes, for a brief while that is. 2-3 Hours to be precist, unfortunately you will revert back to being the Hessian again if you get into a vicious mood or start bloodlusting – and what’s worse is that it might happen anytime.”

“I’ll better be careful, then. But thanks anyway.”

“You’re welcome.”

With that Ichabod went on his way back to the research building while Ariana and I headed back home to go and find someplace to hide out for the night.

Of course I was actually glad to be normal again – well almost normal, I looked like my normal self…but I now have to be more careful regarding those certain instincts that may remerge at any minute.

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Will our two heroes be able to figure things out within the next 2-3 hours? Will Nathan be able to keep things under control or will those pesky instincts and bloodlust kick in again?

Find out in the finale.