The images that flashed in my head weren't mine. There's no possible way they could be.

I felt four feelings at once: Guilt, fear, aggression, and bloodlust. I wanted to taste blood.

I felt something like a pinch in my hind, then in slowly turned into an agonizing burning. I tried to open my eyes, to see where I was, but I couldn't.

Something smelled metallic. I had the taste in my mouth. I ached for more, but that need was slowly wearing off.

Why wasn't the pain going away now? What was happening to me?

Everything went black.

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My eyes opened, slowly and painfully. Instantly, I was shocked with what I saw. Instead of seeing like a fucking normal human being, I saw .. More intense, colorful, and bright. The gray pavement in front of me was glowing, almost like the sun was reflecting very brightly off of it. The grass on the curb seemed to grow closer, and it was ten times greener.

What the actual hell was happening to me? I moved my body, which felt .. Somehow different. I furrowed by brows, and I staggered to my feet. Did I shrink? Why am I on all fours?

Wait a minute..

My eyes locked on not feet, but paws.

I opened my mouth and screamed, except it didn't come out as a scream. I was howling! What the serious holy fuck?! I thought in alarm, instantly jerking back and taking in deep gulps. I had to be dreaming.

"You aren't dreaming," a soft voice whispered.

I felt the air leave my chest and I shrunk down into a ball and looked around. Who said that? I wanted to yell, but disgruntled barks and whines came out instead.

"McKenzie .. I need you to calm down please. I understand you are scared and very, very confused, but please just turn around," the same voice spoke again, this time much more gentle and reassuring. Something made me want to trust her, it.

I swallowed and closed my eyes for a hard moment, debating whether or not to listen to the voice. After what seemed like hours of self-arguing, I straitened my body out got to my feet -no, paws- and slowly turned around.

As I made a full turn, I took the opportunity to take a look at my appearance. My legs and paws were covered with white fur, and my tail was white on the underside, but on top I saw grey and black mottled fur. Why so familiar? I wondered, focusing on my tail for a brief moment before turning my head.

My eyes locked into a body! A body! Not just any body, but my body. No. Fucking. Way.

This is just a dream.

"I am afraid that it is not a dream, McKenzie," the voice murmured solemnly. "That is your body."

Who the fuck are you? Why are you in my head? I demanded, my lips curling back. I realized I was snarling at the air, so I quickly stopped that.

"It is not so much who is in your head .. But you being in mine."

Excuse me?

"Mckenzie .. where is Shark?"

Shark! Instant concern waved through me and I came to full alert, looking around rapidly. Where'd she go?

"Go to the puddle by the curb."

I shook myself out and took in a deep breath and made my way forward. I could feel my heart racing with angst. When I slowly approached the puddle, my heart skipped a beat. What the hell?! I screamed.

I wasn't just a dog. I was Shark. I studied my - Shark's - face and flattened my ears. What the actual hell? I kept chanting in my head, swallowing and backing away. No no no ..

How? Shark killed me! I should be dead ..

Shark killed me.

.. Shark ..

SHARK?!

"Yes, Kenzi," the voice whispered softly in my head - her head - as I backed farther away with ears pinned to my head. "It's me."

I felt a growl erupting in the base of her throat, but it was me who was providing the sound. You're sort of the last person - dog - I want to talk to right now. You killed me! Do you see that body? That's mine!

"I am well aware of who it is. But you are not dead. You are very much, In fact, alive. Be happy about that?"

Be happy about that? I repeated, giving myself a massive headache when I yelled at her in my thoughts. That's what you're telling me right now? Oh my God!

Before she could respond to me, my head jerked to the side without my action of doing so. Shark must have done it with whatever control she had. Our eyes stared ahead, and our nose twitched.

A rancid scent filled out nostrils, and the fur on my back bristled with absolute disgust. Whoever was coming our way smelt of foul things, like they hadn't bathed in weeks.

There was a tugging in my stomach, a feeling that was somehow telling me to run away, get out of view. I was in danger, and danger did not sit well with me. Usually I wasn't scared of a lot of things, and I don't know why I felt so much fear and need to run right now. But that didn't stop me from turning tail and getting into a sprint, my fur bristling on my spine.

My heartache increased, slowly and slowly, and then suddenly I felt sharp pains in my paws. I stumbled, as if my knees were being scraped of all skin. I could smell blood, my blood. I collapsed on the thick undergrowth. I remember running into the nearby woods, leaving my body behind.

I let out a gasp of breath, which surprisingly came out human like. My fingers curled around sharp thorns, instantly resulting in a stinging pain to go through my body. I felt blood trickle down my palms and wrist.

I knew I was human again. I don't know how. One moment I was Shark, running on four paws expertly into the woods, an the next I was struggling through thick shrubbery with scraped knees and bloody hands.

I lifted my hand, shaking from the thorns caught in it, and tugged each thorn out. I tried to do it quickly, but it hurt like a bee sting with each tug. Blood spurted like lava from the thorn holes, dripping down onto the grass below me. I dropped the bloody thorns in the small soaked grass, shaking with pain and terror.

I lifted my non-bleeding hand and ran my fingers over my face. It felt familiar, like my face. How is this possible? I saw my dead body back at the road, this couldn't be possible. No.

But it was. I knew how my face was structured. When Tommy ran his fingers down my jawline and cheekbones, I would trace the flaming trails his fingers and kisses left along the structures. It was definitely my own, which meant something bad was happening to my body.

Shark, I need you to tell me what the fuck is up, please. I thought, my heart twisting with the pain of the betrayal as I remembered her attack only sometime earlier. Thirty minutes, maybe? It couldn't have been more than that.

"Kenzi," she responded in a breathless voice. It was as though the pain of the body and bones shifting and readjusting had hurt her too, as if the throbbing in my head outmatched the throbbing in my hand caused her pain as well. "Oh .. Kenzi .. "

What the fuck is happening?! I screamed at her, despite it making my headache continuously grow. What did you do to me?

"I'm as confused as you are!" Shark replied sharply, a wave of her frustration only fueling my distress. "Don't pin this on me."

You attacked me! It was your fault! Why the hell wouldn't I blame you for something you did?

"Because I don't remember doing it!" she snapped, another, bigger wave of frustration, and this time, anger, coursing through me and knocking all the ability to breath out. "All I remember are things going completely dark. I saw nothing, I felt numbness. I couldn't control my actions, I didn't know I was attacking you until I could see again. I tried to stop, but it was like I was being forced to continue."

I closed my eyes when she threw the memory at me. I watched from her view as her vision flashed in and out of focus, before darkening to nothing but blackness. I tasted blood, my blood, and I felt her terror erupt inside me like a bubble being popped. My vision cleared, her vision, and her jaws were locked around my throat. My eyes held tears and fear, but she couldn't stop. I felt her try, the struggle of attempting to force her muscles to remove from me. But she only gained the ability to release me when I was dead.

That's when I fell unconscious.

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Intense. I tried to do as much detail as possible for you to get the understanding of the formation.

Thoughts?