I wrote this back in high school. I don't remember much about it except it was one of my epic ideas that never went anywhere.
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Charles Masmund looked favorably upon the small town that his horse had lead him to. There was only a small grouping of houses as well as a few buildings. He assumed that these were only the ones necessary for survival, such as a hotel for travelers (which each town was required to have), a hospital, a food shop, a general store for everyday needs and to provide toys for the tots, and a field reserved for local traders to set up shop when the occasion was necessary. If his calculations were correct, he should also find a laboratory in this small town, which the villagers were to think was a postal service. This was the perfect front for such a building since the people in town would have no need for a post office. The town’s people probably took the building as a sign that they were destined for becoming one of the larger towns or cities of the world. Their accusation was more than likely correct, but for the wrong reason.
Charles directed his horse to the town and went to the hotel. He had a package to deliver to the laboratory, but he was in no hurry and the sun was setting. He figured that the package could wait until morning when the dew had just dried from the grass. He checked in and then put his horse in the stable beside the hotel. As he had finished tying his horse and making sure that she had an adequate amount of hay, he heard a scream. Charles ran out and observed a woman holding a child close to her.
“No! Don’t take my poor little Sydney from me!” she shouted, throwing a rock at a man in a suit that was holding his hands in front of him placating the enraged woman.
“Mrs. Drift, you know the law. If you can’t provide proper healthcare for your child, then your child will be placed in a family that can care for it until you are able. Now, don’t worry. If you get a nice job, then you will certainly be able to care for your child.” The man was wearing glasses; one of the lenses was cracked because of a rock that he had not managed to dodge being thrown from the woman.
“What job? There are no more jobs in this town. It’s so small and I don’t have the education to work at the hospital and no one works at the post office yet.” The woman picked up another rock and prepared to throw it.
“That’s what you assume,” Charles thought to himself.
“We can find you something Mrs. Drift. Many single mothers are able to support their children and many have more children then you.” The man made to move towards her, however her countenance changed and she fell to the ground, convulsing wildly.
“Back off,” Charles stood in front of the man, “she’s going to become a fiend!”
“I know that, but how do we stop her?” the man watched fearfully as the woman’s figure turned black and she rose up, becoming a hideous creature with a mouth lined with dozens of sharp teeth.
Mrs. Drift, or the fiend of Mrs. Drift, was about to lunge at the two of them, when a woman around Charles age, perhaps younger, ran in front of the fiend. “Mrs. Drift, it’s me, Lucy. Calm down. If you want, I will take care of your child for you that way you can see Sydney everyday and you will have the aid necessary to support him.” Lucy stared into where the eyes would be if Mrs. Drift’s fiend had eyes. The fiend seemed to consider Lucy before it fell to the ground and disappeared, leaving Mrs. Drift where it had been. Lucy went to attend to Mrs. Drift as Charles watched her every move.
“I’ve never seen anything quite like that.” Charles mused.
“That’s Lucy. Every time a fiend sprouts it’s ugly head, she’s been able to turn it back into a human. It’s quite remarkable.” The man told Charles. Charles smiled as he thought of the possibilities that girl could offer him.
