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Robert Weston S a small plastic container of his poop

Weston considered hiuy At thirty-three years old he still had a six-pack, the result of working out three times a week He followed a strict a and tai chi The last tian adan appearing in his bowel movements, he becaht out his general practitioner,phone call to his office secretary

Weston entered the office building with his head down and a blush on his ears, feeling like a kid sneaking out after curfew He used the welcoh the lobby to the doctor&039;s office, taking a deep breath before going in There were six people in the waiting roo boy, plus a nurse in pink paisley hospital scrubs who sat behind the counter

Weston kept his head down and beelined for the nurse The poop container was blue plastic, seht as well have been a police siren, blinking and howling Everyone in the room must have knohat it was And if they didn&039;t at first, they sure knew after the nurse said in a loud voice, "Is that your stool sa to hand it to the woman She made no effort to take it, and he couldn&039;t really blame her He carried it, and a clipboard, over to a seat in the waiting roo his poop on a table atop an ancient copy of Good Housekeeping, he got to work filling out his insurance information When it came time to describe the nature of his ailment, he wrote down "intestinal problems" Which was untrue - his intestines felt fine It&039;s what came out of his intestines that caused alar into the big eyes of a child, perhaps five or six years old

"It&039;s, ulanced around the roo for someone to claiazines, one atching a car co, and the last appeared asleep Any of them could have been his parent

"Is it a cupcake?" the boy asked

"Uhyeah, a cupcake"

"I like cupcakes"

"You wouldn&039;t like this one"

The boy reached for the container

"Is it chocolate?"

Weston snatched it up and set it in his lap

"No It isn&039;t chocolate"

"Show it to me"

"No"

The boy squinted at the sa it behind his back, out of the child&039;s sight, but there was no place to set it other than the chair It didn&039;t seeht lean back on it

"It looks like chocolate I think I can see peanuts"

"Those aren&039;t peanuts"

In fact, gross and disturbing as it sounded, Weston didn&039;t knohat those lumps were Which is why he was at the doctor&039;s office

He glanced again at the four adults in the waiting roo why no one bothered to corral their son Weston was single, no children None of his friends had children Being a ineer, he didn&039;t encounter children at his job Perhaps today&039;s parents had no proble for cupcakes

"Mr Smith?" the pink paisley nurse said "Please coh the door, following the nurse down a short hallway and into an exaown I&039;ll be back in a moment"

She closed the door behind hi on the edge of a beige examination table also lined with paper He set the container down next to a jar of cotton swabs Then he removed his coat, shoes, jeans, boxer shorts, and polo shirt, placed theh the gown&039;s sleeve holes It felt like wearing a large, stiff napkin

Weston shivered It was cold in the roorees too cool for co his bare ar for the nurse to co his teain with the prooner would be there shortly

Atiles, thinking about the hours he&039;d spent on the Internet looking for soe disease he had There was plenty of disturbing content about bowela website where people actually sent in pictures of theirs so others could rate the even re

The door opened, derailing his train of thought

"Mr Soner Please, sit down"

Weston sat on the table, the paper chilly under his buttocks Dr Waggoner was an olderout of his ears to lasses with a faux tortoiseshell frame, and a voice that was both deep and nasally

"Your blood pressure is norrees" He snapped on soht now?"

"Fine"

"Any aches, pains, problems, discomforts?"

"No I&039;oner removed some sort of scope and checked Weston&039;s eyes and ears as they talked

"How long have you been having these intestinal problems?"

"Um, on and off for about three months But they aren&039;t really intestinal probles in my bowel movements"

"Can you describe thes that look like strips of fabric"

Dr Waggoner raised an eyebrow

"Well, I have to ask the obvious question first"

Weston waited

"Have you been eating little stones or strips of fabric?"

The doctor grinned like a Halloween pued a weak smile

"Not that I&039;m aware of, Doctor"

"Good to know Tellnew or exotic?"

"Not really I eat mostly health foods, have been for the last ten years"

"Been out of the country in the last six etables?"

"Sooner chuckled

"Ah, the Internet It gives everyone a doctorate in medicine"

Weston did the open his , then said, "I know I&039;s in ments"

"Stones and fabric, you said Can you be more specific?"

"The stones are sort of white So?"

"About the size of my thumb"

"And the fabric?"

"There have been different colors Sometimes red Sometimes black Sometimes blue"

"How closely have you examined these items?"

Weston frowned "Not too closely I mean, I never took the Except for that" Weston pointed to the stool on the table

"We&039;ll have the lab take a look at that In theto have to take a look own, please?"

Weston hoped it wouldn&039;t have to cooner applied so jelly to his hand and the point of entry

"Just relax You&039;ll feel some pressure"

It was a hell of a lot worse than pressure, and impossible to relax Weston clenched his eyes shut and tried to concentrate on so up the down staircase

"You said this began three o Has it been nonstop? Intermittent?"

"Only two or three days out of the oes back to nor the month?"

"Usually the last week"

"Have youWait a second Stay still for a "

Which is the absolute last thing you want to hear when a doctor has his hand inside you Weston held his breath, scrunched up his face He didn&039;t knohich orse, the pain or the humiliation Blessedly, mercifully, the hand withdrew

"What is it, Doctor?"

"Hold on I think there&039;shis life and everyone in it The doctor went back in four additional ti used to it, a fact that disturbed him somewhat

"I think that&039;s the last of it"

"The last of what?"

Weston turned around, saw the physician staring at several objects on his paloner said "A coat button, part of a zipper, and sixty-three cents in change Apparently you&039;re not eating as healthy as you think"

Weston blinked, as if the act wouldto sound like a lie," Weston said "But I didn&039;t eat those"

"I had a colleague who once exaet into one of those world record books by eating a bicycle, one piece at a time He removed a reflector from the man&039;s rectu buttons or change I certainly didn&039;t eat a zipper"

"It looks like a fly froain "I know an old lady ed a fly"

"I didn&039;t eat a fly"

"Okay Then there&039;s only one alternative Are you sexually active?"

Weston sighed "I&039;irlfriends And the only person who has been up there in oner placed the objects in a bedpan and said, "You can sit do"

Weston got off all fours, but preferred to stand He didn&039;t think he&039;d ever sit again

"You think I&039;s didn&039;t just materialize inside you from another dimension, Mr Smith And you probably don&039;t have a branch of the US Treasury inside you,this Weston wondered when he&039;d ask hi the truth"

"Do you have a roommate? One who likes practical jokes?"

"I live alone"

"Do you drink? Do any drugs?"

"I have an occasional beer"

"Do you ever drink too much? Have blackouts? Periods where you don&039;t remember what happened?"

Weston opened his mouth to say no, but stopped hi the last feeeks that seemed sort of fuzzy, memory-wise He wouldn&039;t call theo to bed, and wake up in a different part of the house Naked

"I think Isoloves, put the to refer you to a specialist"

Weston scratched his head "So you think I&039;e ininside you, one way or another Consider yourself lucky I once had a patient hile sleepwalking, logged on to an Internet casino and blew seventy-eight thousand dollars"

"So he ca?"

"He came to see me to set his broken nose, after his wife found out Don&039;t worry, Mr Sht, to help curb late-night snacking, and the specialist will get to the root of your proble is usually the result of stress, or depression"

Weston frowned "This doctor you&039;re referring me to Is he a shrink?"

"His name is Dr Glendon He&039;s a psychiatrist My nurse will set up an appointment for you In the meantime, try to lock up all the small, sable objects in your ho like an idiot An idiot who sat on a cactus His apartment, only a few blocks away from the doctor&039;s office, see

The sun was starting to set, and Naperville had its holiday clothes on Strands of white lights hung alongside fresh evergreen wreaths and bows, decorating every la snow added to the effect,the street look like a Christmas card

None of it cheered Weston Since his job moved him to Illinois, away from his family and friends in Asheville, North Carolina, he&039;d been down But not actually depressed All Weston knew about depression ca TV commercials for antidepressants He&039;d never seen a commercial where the depressed person ate nickels, buthis keys from his jeans, he was about to stick them in the lock of the security door when it opened suddenly Standing there, all four feet of her, was his hbor Weston didn&039;t know her name She probably didn&039;t know his either She simply called hi on the wall between their apart noise If he turned on the TV, she&039;d bang - even when it was at its lowest setting If the phone rang, she&039;d bang When the ed while he was brushing his teeth

He&039;d called the landlord about her, three tiot the brush-off

"She&039;s eccentric," he was told "No fanore her"

Easy for the landlord to say How do you ignore someone on&039;t let you into your own door?

Weston tried to step around her, but the old woht brown skin, and some sort of fabric tied to the top of her head Weston couldn&039;t help staring at her ears, which had distinctive, gypsy-like gold hoops dangling froer than Weston&039;s hands Maybe if his ears were that big, he&039;d co, so fur and a an to yap at hi on his collar that read ROMI

"Excuse et by

The old woman stayed put So did Roer at his called earplugs," Weston said "I think they coh-pitched native tongue that sounded a lot like "BLAAA-LAAAA-LAAAAA-LEEEE-LAAAA-BLAAA!" Ro Weston took it for about ten seconds, and then pushed past, heading for his aparth it was early, Weston yawned, then yawned again He hung his keys on a hook next to the door, switched the TV on to one setting above MUTE, and sat on the sofa There was dog hair on the carpet, which

But the crazy old lady had a dog

Could she be getting in my apart for anythingor out of place He ca up everything s it in his pockets He took these items and placed them in a junk drawer in the kitchen

For soy, and the sun had barely even gone down He sat back down on the couch, switched to the SciFi Channel, and closed his eyes for just a few seconds

A ringing sound woke Weston up He was naked on the kitchen floor, the sun streah the s Weston auto to see if he could taste anything odd Then he got to his knees and reached for the phone on the counter

"Mr S Please hold for the doctor"

Weston scratched his chest, listening to Neil Dia to a chair who apparently didn&039;t hear hiht?"

"Not well," he said, noting his nude body

"Remember to keep your appointment with the psychiatrist today And also, it wouldn&039;t hurt to see a dentist as well We got the lab report from your stool sample It contained three molars"

"Teeth?"

"Yes Your teeth There was also a shoelace, and a silver cross on a necklace The lab is sending the cross over to my office later, in case you&039;d like to pick it up It will be cleaned first, of course"

"Doctor, I"

Dr Waggoner hung up before Weston could finish, "don&039;t own a silver cross"

He got to his feet and padded over to the bathroo any molars Each of his teeth was in its proper place

What the hell is going on?

His abdoru to make sense of any of this How could he have sed teeth, or a silver cross? Why did he keep waking up naked? What was going on?

He didn&039;t want to look, but before he flushed he forced hiasped

At the bottom of the toilet boere two distinct, un that said ROMI

When he stopped running around in a blind panic (which took the good part of twenty led "eating+disorder+neighbor" This led him to sites about anorexia, which certainly wasn&039;t his probleot hits for bad Italian horror +people" produced articles about sleeping pills, and "I ate hus" led to a YouTube video of sos" and apparently posted the video so wasted he misspelled the title of his own rant

Various other word coes about Hannibal Lector, Alfred Packer, Sawney Bean, and ultimately Hansel and Gretel

While on the site about fairy tales, Weston clicked fro bad anted to eat children This took him to a site about the history of lycanthropy, which featured several old paintings of wolf people running off with screa up "clinical lycanthropy," which was a real psychiatric term that pretty much ht Do I subconsciously think I&039;m a olf?

A quick click on a lunar calendar confirmed Weston&039;s fears: The only tis in his poop was during the full moon

Weston sat back, slack-jawed He wondered if he should call someone His parents? A doctor? The cops?

He searched his soul for re, but couldn&039;t find any

But he ht?

Weston slipped on soh back issues of the local newspaper for accounts of murders or disappearances He found five

The first was from yesterday A hand and partial skeleton found near the River Walk, a popular woodsy trail in Naperville The prints on the hand belonged to Leon Corledo His death was attributed to the Naperville Ripper

How could I haveabout that? Weston wondered Too much work, probably And the fact that the news depressed him, so he avoided it Not to mention the fact that every tied

Weston read on, found that Mr Corledo was a registered sex offender No big loss there Weston followed the links to articles about the Ripper&039;s other known victims They included:

Waldemar Daanized cri a liquor store and beating the owner unconscious

Ginger Fitzgerald, who had recently lost custody of her daughter for locking her in a closet for a ithout food or water

And Marty Coslaw, a lawyer

Weston felt zero guilt, and breathed a bit easier But how many criminals and lawyers did Naperville have? Eventually, he&039;d run out of scus to eat Then what?

He tried the search terot a hit A single hit, for a website called Shapeshifters Anonymous

Weston went to the site, and found it to be a hoh a spate of awful puns (Where do olves go on vacation? A Howliday Inn!), he had about given up when he noticed a tiny hotlink at the bottoe that read, "Real therianthropes click here"

He knew fro that therianthropes were hue took hiround and only five large cryptic words on it

THERIANTHROPES MUST VIEW THE SOURCE

Weston stared, wondering what it meant Which source? The source of their affliction? The source of their food?

On a whiled "view the source" and ca Then he got it

View the webpage source

He went back to the olf page, opened his Internet Explorer toolbar, and under the PAGE menu clicked VIEW SOURCE The HTML and Javascript appeared in a ne Weston read through the coook until he ca}return true};gbar ={};(function(){;var g=gbar,a,f,h;functionm(b,e,d){bdisplay=b display=="block"?"none":"block";bleft=e+"px";btop=d+"px"}gtg= function(b){real therianthropes call 1-800-209-7219}

Weston grabbed his phone and dialed with tre, may I help you?"

"Iuhis this for real?"

"Are you a therianthrope, sir?"

"I think so Is this really a olf hotline?"

"Is that what you turn into, sir? A wolf?"

"I have no idea I black out beforehand, can&039;t re"

"Why do you think you&039;re a therianthrope, sir?"

"I&039;s like bone frag, coins, watches, and keys?"

"How did you know?"

"I&039;m a therianthrope myself, sir Can I ask where you currently reside?"

"Naperville Illinois"

"So I&039; you just realized you&039;re the Naperville Ripper we&039;ve been hearing about?"

"They were all bad people," Weston said quickly "I&039;m not sure about the lawyer, but I canthe news He was a defense attorney, defended child iven a choice, therianthropes usually prefer the wicked over the good The creatures inside us find evil tastier"

"That&039;s, uh, good to know Sowhat are you, exactly? Are you a olf, too?"

"I&039;m a weresquirrel, sir"

"When the full moon rises, you turn into a squirrel?"

"Yes"

"A squirrel with buck teeth with a big fluffy tail?"

"That&039;s the one"

Weston wasn&039;t sure if he was supposed to laugh or not

"Do you shrink? Or stay full size?"

"Full size"

"And you eat people?"

"No, sir Not all therianthropes are carnivores"

"So, if you don&039;t e?"

"I hoard nuts"

Weston chose his next words carefully

"Are theyevil nuts?"

"Sir, I&039;e of a nervous breakdown, so I&039;ll ignore it Are you interested in getting help for your therianthropy?"

"Yes, please Thank you, Zela"

"Letschedule Okay, today, at noon, there&039;s an SA , approxiain entry is Talbot"

"What&039;s SA?"

"Shapeshifters Anonyo there, and they&039;ll let ive the secret word Yes"

"Do I have to bring anything?"

"Donuts are always nice"

"Donuts I could bring donuts Will you be there tonight, Zela? I can bring sohtful of you, sir, but I live in New Jersey And I also think you&039;re kind of a sch else I can help you with today?"

"No Thanks, Zela"

"Thanks for calling the hotline"

Weston hung up, ending as easily the o, he&039;d been a noruy with some odd bowel movements Now, he was 99 percent sure he was some sort of therianthrope

But what kind?

He went back to the sofa, picked up sorayish, fluffy

Was he a weresheep?

No He ate people Had to be a carnivore of soray anis Cats Were elephants carnivores?

The Internet told him they were herbivores, which was a relief But then Weston thought of another gray carnivore

Rats

Weston didn&039;t want to be a wererat He hated rats Hoarding nuts was one thing Swie and feces and dead animals, that ful He held his ar if he could detect any sort of sewage smell It seemed okay Then he checked the ti So he hopped in the shower, dressed, and got on his way

It had snowed during the night,Naperville seeood on Weston&039;s bare face He attributed the slight fever to his condition: Google told hie body teoner&039;s, to pick up the silver cross Weston didn&039;t want to keep it for hiet rid of it

The nurse handed it to hi to put it on?" she asked, eyes twinkling

"Not right now"

But when he stepped outside, he did open the envelope to take a look It was, indeed, silver But all of the movies, all the books, said silver killed olves Weston took a deep breath and dumped it into his palm It didn&039;t burn his skin Or was that only with va it up to his face, ready to touch it to his tongue, when he remembered where it had been Besides, it had already passed through his syste

He tucked the cross into his coat pocket and walked into town, toward the bakery On his way, he passed aa bell for so of the cross, Weston approached and dropped it in the steel collection pot

"Beware," Santa muttered, voice low and sinister

Weston wasn&039;t sure he heard correctly "Excuse me?"

"There&039;s a killer on the loose in Naperville" Weston could smell the NyQuil on Santa&039;s breath "Not an ordinary killer either Only co"

Weston began to walk away, but Santa&039;s hand reached out and snatched his wrist, pinching like a lobster claw

"Naughty boys get what they deserve," Santa intoned

"Okay"

Santa&039;s eyes suddenly lit up, burning with some internal fire

"They will be torn limb from limb! Their heads severed froround! BURNED! BUR-RRRRRRRRNED!!!!! "

Weston pulled free, then walked briskly to the other side of the street, badly shaken What kind of charity allowed cough syrup-crazed psychotics out in public? Wasn&039;t there solanced once over his shoulder, and Psycho Santa was talking on a cell phone, still pointing at him like Donald Sutherland at the end of the first Invasion of the Body Snatchers re stayed with hiht a dozen assorted donuts and a black coffee When he stepped back onto the street, Weston considered taking another route hoain, then chided hi afraid After all, he was a werecreature What did he have to fear? If that Santa was really a bad person, chances were good that Weston&039;s inner therianthrope would eat hi the full ht of seeing a white beard in his toilet toular path home But when he passed the spot where Psycho Santa had been, he saw the volunteer was no longer there Crazy Kringle had packed up his charity pot and left

Weston walked to his apartra the drive, he tried to get his mind around the events of the past twenty-four hours But he wasn&039;t able to focus He kept seeing Santa&039;s face Kept hearing his threats Once, in the rearview ths behind hi paranoid," he said to hi to drink any more coffee

Just the same, he drove a little faster

TenCatholic church with a 1970s vibe to the architecture It was orange with a black shingle roof, shaped like an upside-down V Two large stained glass s flanked the double entry doors, and a statue of someone, possibly Jesus, perched atop the steeple There were only six cars in the parking lot, which Weston appreciated because he wasn&039;t good at re names, and no one would be short a donut He parked behind an SUV and took a deep breath to caloods in hand, he approached the double doors and let himself into Saint Lucian&039;s

The church was dark, quiet It s on a stand next to a charity box Weston looked down the aisle, to the altar, seeing no one Then he caught a handwritten sign taped to the back of a pew that read, SA MEETING IN BASEMENT

He did a 360, opened a storage closet, then a confessional booth, before finding the door to the stairs next to a baptismal font The concrete staircase wasn&039;t lit, but at the botto ware furnace, down a short hall, and over to a ray hair and loose skin put hilasses He wore jeans and a faded turtleneck sweater Frouessed he was ex- Weston fro"

The conversation in the rooht?"

"Yeah But it&039;s invitation only"

Weston was momentarily confused, until he remembered the hotline conversation

"Talbot," he said

"Tall what?"

"Talbot Isn&039;t that the password?"

"No"

"It&039;s last week&039;s password," someone from in the room said

"Sorry, buddy" Old Guy folded his arms "That was last week&039;s password"

"That&039;s the one I was told to use"

"By whom?"

"The SA hotline woman Tina or Lena or soht you donuts" He meekly held up the box

Old Guy took them

"Thanks"

"So I can come in?"

"No"

Weston didn&039;t knohat to do He could call the hotline back, but he didn&039;t have the number handy He&039;d have to find Internet access, find the website, and by then thecould be over

"Listen" Weston lowered his voice "You have to let me in I&039;m a thespianthrope"

Several snickers from inside the roo Shakespeare?" sohs Weston realized what he said

"A therianthrope," he corrected "I&039;m the Naperville Ripper"

"I don&039;t care if you&039;re Mother Theresa You don&039;t get in without the correct password"

Weston snapped his fingers "Zela Her narab people&039;s nuts"

Old Guy remained impassive

"I mean, she said she was a weresquirrel She hoarded nuts"

"I&039;ll call Zela" It was a wo what he would do if they turned hi, he&039;d found precious little information about his condition He needed to talk to these people, to understand as going on And to learn how to deal with it

"He&039;s okay," the wo password Said he&039;s kind of a schh"

Old Guy stared hard at Weston "We don&039;t allow for schhten up, Scott" The wouy in" Scott stepped to the side Weston took his donuts back and entered the roo Dahts Old-fashioned coffee percolator bubbling on a stand in the corner, next to a trunk A long, cafeteria-style table doe plastic chairs In the chairs were five people, threeblonde, stood up and extended her hand She had apple cheeks, a tiny upturned nose, and Angelina Jolie lips

"Welcome to Shapeshifters Anonymous I&039;m Irena Reed, chapter president"

The one who called Zela Weston reached his hand out to shake hers, but she bypassed it, grabbing the donuts She brought the and choosing Irena selected a jelly filled and bit into it, soft and slow Weston found it incredibly erotic

"So what&039;s your naht this was anonymous"

Irena motioned for him to come closer, and they walked over to the coffee stand while everyone else ate

"The founders thought Shapeshifters Anonyravitas"

"Gravitas?"

"You know Depth Sorry, I&039;m a schoolteacher That&039;s one of our current vocab words When this group was created, they thought Shapeshifters Anonymous sounded better than the other potential na ourselves Shapeshifters &039;R&039; Us"

"Oh Okay then" He looked at the group and waved "My name is Weston"

Weston waited for them all to reply in unison, "Hi, Weston" They didn&039;t

"You&039;re welco

"They aren&039;t very social when there&039;s food in front of theuess not Soyou&039;re a therianthrope?"

"A werecheetah Which is kind of ironic, being a teacher"

He stared blankly, not getting it

"We expel cheetahs" Irena put a hand to her led

Weston realized he was already in love with her "So who is everyone here?"

"The ex-marine, Scott Howard, he&039;s a weretortoise"

Weston appraised thewrinkled neck Bowed back "It suits hi head, that&039;s David Kessler He&039;s a werecoral"

Weston blinked "He turns into coral?"

"Yeah"

"Like a coral reef?"

"Shh He&039;s sensitive about it"

"How about that older woe mess of curly black hair

"Phyllis Allenby She&039;s a furry"

"What&039;s that?"

"Furries dress up in animal costumes Like baseball team mascots"

Weston was confused "Why?"

"I&039;"

"So she&039;s not a therianthrope?"

"No She likes to wear a hippo outfit and dance around Personally, I don&039;t get it"

"Why is she allowed into s?"

"We all kind of feel sorry for her"

A tallcovered in sprinkles called over to the about us?"

Irena shot hier "Got it in one, Andy"

Andy strutted over, his grin s enthusiastically

"Andy McDerruessed

"Actually, when the full e into someone vastly self-interested, and I talk incessantly about worthlesson in my life"

Weston wasn&039;t sure how to answer Andy slapped hih to rock hi Weston with sprinkles "Actually, kidding, I turn into a pig"

"You ht, Andy?"

Andy shot Irena a look that was pure letch

"God, you&039;re so hot, Irena When are we going to get together, have ourselves a litter of little kiggens?"

"On the first of never, Andy And they wouldn&039;t be kiggens They&039;d be pities"

"Snap," Phyllis said "Shoot that pig down, girl"

"So who&039;s the last guy?" Weston asked "The big one?"

The trio glanced at the heavilyoff into space

"That&039;s Ryan"

"Just Ryan?"

Andy wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his sports jacket "That&039;s all he&039;s ever told us Never talks Never says a word Co like the Tere into?"

"No one knows Has to be soh, or Zela wouldn&039;t have sent him here" Andy faced Weston "So you&039;re the Naperville Ripper, huh? What kind of therianthrope are you? Wererat?"

Andy frowned "I&039;hter froroup

"What&039;s funny?"

"Everyone thinks they&039;re a olf at first," Irena explained, patting him on the arm "It&039;s because olves are the ood press," Andy said "All the books All the onna see a flick called An A," Phyllis added

Furry or not, Weston was starting to like Phyllis

Irena&039;s hand ht-headed