the light
Going to the light.
I woke up in the middle of the night. I looked around me, and saw a beautiful ball of light. I got up to grab it, but it floated out of my room. I ran out the room, and ran full speed after the ball. I kept running, and I found myself going down a dark road, with streetlights doting the side of the street.
"HEY! COME BACK HERE!" I screamed. For some reason, even though I felt like I would pass out, I couldn't stop chasing it. As if every step closer I came, was bringing me closer to happiness. Stopping to catch my breath, I looked around me. The road was gone. All around me was nothing but inky darkness, except for the light. I heard a voice saying "I know something you don't!"
Then it disappeared. It was replaced by a tall man in a dark suit, who started walking towards me. After he took ten paces, his clothing disappeared, and instead of a man walking towards me, it was an attractive wolf.
"Hey there big boy, wanna take a ride?" she said, gesturing to her nude body.
I was about to grab her, when she turned into a man. He was wearing a military fatigue, and instead of arms, he had two large swords. He stabbed one into me, and said "You can look, but don't touch, idiot." With that, he pulled the blade out. To my surprise, no blood came from the wound, or even any pain. All that I felt was a sensation of air being sucked out of my body.
The man turned into vapor that swirled around me. As I got back to my paws, the mist formed around me, and the man in the suit grabbed me by my throat in a sleeper hold. He kicked at the back of my knees, knocking me back of my paws, and dangling slightly from my neck. He took out a knife, and slashed my throat. Again, there was no blood, only a feeling of air being pulled out of me.
"See fatty? I can be anything I want," he said, dropping me. I shot my hand to my throat, trying to stop the feeling. "And if I try hard enough," he said, and then raised his hand, and hit the back of my head with his palm, "I can make you anything."
I looked down, and where my fur had been, there was now skin. I was a muscular man, and the cuts were gone. I got up, and tried to punch him, but again his arm became a sword, and stabbed me. I fell back to my knees, as he said, "pathetic, how can you ever hope to face me? How can you even be his kid?"
"Ok, look at the end of the week, you will fight me. I hope by then you have gained some power." He cracked his knuckles, and yelled, "WAKE UP!"