The first thing I did after a good 15 or so minutes of staring at myself was to snap back into reality. I suddenly seemed to forget about what I'd just turned into, and I suddenly found myself recalling what'd just happened in the past half an hour.
I was walking home from the park. Tried to take a shortcut. Got smacked down by a car. Almost died. Crushed a little green rock. Turned into a dragon, and I'm now standing in the middle of a road.
The road… I looked around me and took a deep breath, drawing in information about my own surroundings.
I was standing in a puddle of what used to be my blood in the middle of a deserted, unlit road. The sides of the road were cluttered with tall grass and an assortment of trees, which all carried the scent of small, nocturnal animals hiding in the grass.
At both ends of the long road were what I could make out to be the lights of passing cars and a few streetlights, which wasn't surprising since those roads were supposed to be main roads.
Getting back to my own needs, I needed to get out of here and back to my house, where I could probably be able to hide. Simply walking out onto the streets probably wouldn't be a very good idea, since the last thing I wanted to do was to scare the shit of a few people before I'd get wrangled to the ground or something. Flying was also totally out of the question since I lived in a populated area, which means that someone would probably see me landing.
I trotted over to the edge of one side of the street and began to ponder, thinking about what I might be able to do to get back home. It was going to be crucial for me, since I probably wouldn't last very long on my own in the first place.
My phone! I could use my phone! I could use my phone to call for a pick up on the excuse that it was dark or something, and then from there I could explain to either my mom or my dad – depending on who'd pick me up – and convince them I was their son, before hiding in the car 'till we go back home!
I began to frantically start searching for my phone, my new eyesight being able to help me see a lot better. Honestly, it was like being able to see in the middle of the afternoon, but with the colors of things leaning towards being slightly more grayscale.
Everything seemed to be slightly grayish in color, but it was still enough for me to be able to tell what color was what.
I looked around for my green (how ironic) iPhone, searching the street for that small little piece of technology that would probably save my bacon, all the while praying as hard as I could that my phone was not broken.
Eventually, I did find it, and gently, using three of my claws, I picked it up like my claws were a crane, being careful not to damage my only ticket back home. Heh, I wasn't even a dragon for more than 15 minutes and I was already referring to my hands as claws…
Using the underside of my finger I tapped the phone lightly, causing the lock screen to appear. Seven messages on my phone. All from mom and dad. I looked at the time and realized it was already 10pm, which means I was actually out for much, much longer than I anticipated. Odd, I could've sworn I was just starting to bleed out when I regained consciousness.
But either way, in normal circumstances, getting 7 messages from my parents and being about 2 hours late in getting home was an instant ticket to getting my ass whooped. However, I'd doubt getting smacked by a car and turning into a dragon stood as 'normal'.
Again with much care, I pressed the touch screen on my phone, trying not to scratch the screen with my claws. Dialing my house number, I quickly put the phone to a finned ear and began listening intently.
There was a dial tone as the phone in my house probably began to ring.
"Hello?" a familiar voice sounded.
"Dad?" I asked, trying to sound as normal as possible.
"Ryan Ee, do you have ANY IDEA HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU'RE GETTING INTO WHEN YOU GET HOME?" he almost screamed, causing me to flinch, "WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU?!"
"Listen dad, I got hit by a car, I need a lift back home-"
"What?! You got hit by a car? Oh god, are you alright?!" my dad said, his tone suddenly swinging from an angry tone to one full of concern.
"Yes, I'm fine, but I could use a lift home. Something's… Happened to me…" I said, stuttering out the last two phrases.
"Are you hurt? If you're hurt, just tell me where you are, I'll get an ambulance for you!" he said.
"No, I'm fine! Look, just pick me up, I'm not hurt, but I'm different." I said, blurting out the last sentence.
"What do you mean by… different?" he asked, sounding suspicious, "and why do you sound so throaty? Have you been smoking?!"
"No, no! I swear, I'm fine, just pick me up! I'm at the old Changi Drive 19, the street with the unlit road. Just pick me up there, and please… Promise me you won't freak."
"Dad! Just pick me up! Trust me, I'll explain when you get here!" I said, raising my voice. I suppressed the urge to growl, trying not to give my game away just yet.
"Fine. But you're still in trouble when I get to you…" my dad said, trailing off as he put down the phone. That's my dad alright, never really holding up telephone etiquette.
I stood in the middle of the empty road, gazing up at the night sky. I was going to be in the clear, for now. I gave my wings a tentative flap, wondering if I should learn to fly to kill time while my dad came to pick me up. I'd need to prepare a few things to say to him, but that wasn't probably the most of my concerns for now.
I continued to stare at the night sky, wondering what to do next. Flying really seemed like a good idea at that time, and I was pretty sure nobody would see me provided I flew high enough.
However, just as I was about to give my wings a tentative flap, my finned ears picked up the sound of an engine rumbling. I turned to my right and saw a black SUV approaching, which momentarily caused me to stare at it.
Car. Moving. My direction. My brain seemed to freeze up as I stared at the approaching object, before I finally snapped into action. Without giving a moment's thought, I turned around and sprinted for the cover of the long grass, diving in just as the car began to draw near.
And then I realized my mistake. Lying in the middle of the road not more than 20 feet from me, I could still see the fairly large-ish puddle of half-dried blood still there. And to make matter worse, my paw prints were going in and out of the puddle, making it look like something was going on there. I could still see it through the tall grass, and I could see the car's headlights shining at the road. The lights were getting closer to revealing the blood on the road, and I silently hoped that the driver wouldn't notice it.
The black SUV approached the apparent scene of a crime, slowing down. The car came to a complete stop just in front of the pool of blood. The door clicked as it opened, and I listened from my little hiding spot in the bushes as I heard the sound of shoes making contact with the old, tarmac road.
I quickly sunk lower into the bushes, crossing my fingers that whoever the driver was wouldn't come into the bushes looking for me.
No such luck. The driver began to take steps in my direction, and though I couldn't see him, I could definitely hear and smell him.
I began to attempt to creep away from the road, hoping that this guy would leave before my dad came, or it'd be a lot harder to get things sorted out.