[TORIE] It's getting harder and harder to breath.

Jared let out a long dreary sigh, his eye following the stair steps as he made his way up to the roof of the school. He knew something was wrong, but he just couldn't quite place his finger on it- he could have sworn seeing Clara just the other day, but knowing his luck it was probably five weeks ago. Rubbing his eyes, Jared dug into his memory helplessly- trying to find something that seemed to be missing. He always remembered everything, why couldn't he remember when he had last seen Clara? Maybe it was because he had packed everything else into his brain it just couldn't handle anymore.

Frustrated with himself, Jared took out a new potion that he had just created a few days ago- if this potion worked then it would be a breakthrough for him; it would mean that he would have the ability to shape-shift...

Feeling slightly jittery, he stepped onto the roof and took a deep breath, pulled the cork out of the bottle of his potion and gulped it down all in a few seconds. The next moment though, Jared immediately regretted it- he could feel the potion acting differently then planned.

Gasping and then falling to the ground, Jared yelled out in pain as his body started to revolt against the potion that had warped into a virus. The hairs on his arms slowly began to grow into feathers, and in mere minute his body was covered in them. Jared could feel his bones too, trying to warp into a shape that they just couldn't possibly do. Screaming, and now in the fetal position- Jared desperately grabbed at his belt trying to find a potion to reverse this mistake.


[OOC; For excitement I think I might have Jared permanently altered in one way or the other, I'm yet to decide how or what will be altered though... xD]

[OOC; wow, thank yous. I like how Clara has to walk into a cluster-f*ck xDD]

Life was getting boring. It had been a few days since she had watched Jared and some kid fight, knocking the Hell out of each other. She had planned on intervening, but never acted on it. Why bother? He was barely in her life at all anymore; the way she saw it, she was single. No boyfriend, not a care in the world. Amy was getting better, too. She seemed a little lonely, but shared the same predicament.

Clara clenched her fists. Of all people to do this to her, how could it have been Jared? He was so sweet... She heard something. It made her jump back a step. It kept going, ahead of her and very loud. A scream...?

Her heart stopped. She knew the scream, the sound of the voice, even the way her body reacted to being near him. She took the stairs two at a time, running as fast as she could. She didn't even bother to push open the door; she just used her mind to do it first.

The sight before her made her stop in her tracks. There was Jared, covered in feathers...? Hmm. If he hadn't sounded to be in so much pain, she would have stopped to laugh. Clara rushed to his side, using the only way to talk to him at this time.

Jared, what's wrong? What happened? What do you need?

[OOC; ps. sorry this sucks]

At the sound of Clara's voice, Jared groaned in pain- feeling his bones alter even more in attempts to change into a bird. A new potion, jerking suddenly his torso rose of off the ground just a little bit and he clenched his fists; what had he been thinking? What did he do wrong? I... messed up.

He barely ever screwed up anymore, why now? Why? Gasping, Jared's eyes opened up wide- everything being pitch black; simliar to that of a raven's eyes. He looked at Clara desperately, grabbing at his belt but failing seeing as how he barely had any control of his muscles. Small, red, left, being in so much pain; Jared was finding it hard to even think correctly. I need to drink it.

His voice made her cringe, regret everything bad she had thought about him. He was in so much pain, she could feel it radiating off of him. She wanted to push it away, push him away, but a larger part of her wanted to hold him close and make the pain go away.

Clara searched for the little vial, too flustered to think correctly. Blue, gree, too many colors in too many pockets. She was about to ask for help when something red caught her eye. Her mind grabbed it before she did and she lifted his head up. Do not close your mouth until I say so. With his mouth open, she popped open the concoction and poured it in, hoping this would work. It better work; she could not lose him.

Swallow, and close.

Doing his best to bear the pain, as Clara said it was okay for him to close his mouth- Jared did so and swallowed loudly. Feeling the potion taking it's effect immediately, Jared's body relaxed and he suddenly became very still- his eye's taking back a more humanisitic quality but still not quite there. The feathers on his body started to shrink back into normal human hairs, and his bones went back to normal; except though for some of his fingers. His nails were claw-like, black and hard- looking awkward with his human fingers. Looking over at Clara, deep pain and remorse showed clearly on his face.

Sorry.

She held her breath, waiting for something to happen... It didn't take long before the feathers started sinking away, before he started to look like Jared again. Her body relaxed when his did, and she brushed the hair from his forehead. She looked over him, watching as some of the malformations stayed. The black nails, his fingers...

His thought shook her. Clara looked down at him, at the pain etched on his face and reflecting through his eyes. Her arms wrapped around him and she felt her body shudder before she realized she was crying. She hadn't cried in years...

Don't you EVER do something stupid like that again Jared! If you want to die, just ask me.

A bad attempt at a joke.

[BAHHHH WB!!]