[Serra Britt]

It's not super long but thanks to that little inspiration I have something :p

Batty was tired after another long day of working out. She had done everything she normally had done except her swimming, but that was because tonight was going to be special. She had read about a special lake that, if one were to swim in it on a full moon, at the right time, a wondrous thing would happen. So she was on her way to the lake, by car, and imagining all the wonderful things that could happen.

Batty arrived at the lake just before midnight. She parked the car and jumped out, throwing off her clothes and running straight for the lake, not worried at all if anyone else was watching. At the edge she did a graceful dive into the lake, and swam out toward the center. Once she reached there, she started floating on her back, staring at the full moon. All the things she had been thinking about as she drove danced in her mind, and she couldn't help but hope that maybe all of them might happen. However, a sharp stab of pain in her side darkened her current thoughts. She felt down and noticed that she had started bleeding, and wondered how that could have happened. She started carefully swimming back to shore when another sharp pain got her, this time in the leg. The bleeding was getting bad and she started getting dizzy. It was getting hard for her to keep her eyes open, and she was still far from the shore. Another pain hit her, on her arm, and the dizziness was finally enough to claim her senses.

Batty woke with a start. She was clothed, and sitting in her car at the lake. She wondered if it was just a dream as she got out of the car, but it was hard to stand because she was dizzy. She had bandages around the spots she had been bleeding from and she realized it was not just a dream. All around her car she was large paw prints, but she could not tell what animal they were from. As she got back in the car to drive home, she noticed it was just before dawn. She silently thanked whomever had saved her, and drove home thinking again on the wonderful things that might have happened at the lake.

Now I can resume panicking about the art portion >.>;