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January 11, 2014
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First Appeared: Monday, 13th, September ‘Wooden Pews’ online news aggregator
The Heaviest Change by Lara Craft.

When Barry Finbarr (the editor-in-chief and owner of the Wooden Pews) first asked me to write about my experiences of the so-called Lupin virus I must admit I had to think about it for a long time. Not because I do not want people to know what it is like to have suffered through this outbreak. Nor because I am worried about the attention it will bring.

My concern is due to the secrets that I have had to carry because of it that I have not discussed with anyone. What I will reveal here may never make it to print because of what I have done, and seen done at the hands of others.
To give a little background, my childhood couldn’t be considered difficult. I have loving parents and a sister with which I am very close. As children we would play with our dolls and pony figurines like any girls our age, dreaming of handsome princes and horses of our own. The worst I ever suffered was from the similarity of my name to a computer game heroine and even then it was not often. When we were older we would sneak out together and watch the young men exercise in the park not far from our family home. We were inseparable until we left school where I went to Monash to study law and my sister went to the ANU to study medicine.

I had only been working in my first real job for three weeks when I was attacked.  I don’t remember much of the actual attack. I had left work at about 5pm and returned the last of my textbooks to the university, walking through the grounds back to my car. There was no time to fight or even consider what might happen to me. A flurry of dark fur and a violent shake and a blow to my head and I remembered nothing until I regained consciousness.

For the longest time I lay in a pool of my own blood wondering where I was and why no-one was there to help me. When I carefully tried to move I found I was barely injured, and putting my hand to my neck and shoulder I could feel my torn shirt and open wounds. I first thought I had been stabbed and raped, but realised this wasn’t the case. It wasn’t until I put my hand back on my neck to feel how quickly I was bleeding did I realise that the wound was closing under my touch.

Even then I hadn’t considered an attack by a bearer of the Lupin plague. Stupidly, I went home and showered and got changed so I would be presentable for the police. In hindsight I was in shock, as someone thinking rationally would have gone straight there from the university to the police station.

I had my keys in my hand, my clutch by the door and was looking for a matching shoe when the hunger gripped me. I don’t eat a lot as a rule and rarely get hungry without measuring and weighing everything. In part as I make a conscious effort to maintain my figure but also as I find comfort in knowing how much I eat. Call it OCD if you will.
Before I knew what I had done I had eaten everything in the fridge. No cooking. No consideration for calories. It was all gone and I was still hungry. I hadn’t even put down my shoe and it’s a wonder I didn’t eat that too.
After that things get… weird. From that point my memory comes in flashes and bursts. I don’t remember leaving my house. I don't remember the change itself. I have no idea how I got to Silvan Reservoir.

What I do know is the change is something that grips your mind like an amoeba. It wraps up the part of you that is you and consumes it at its leisure until all that remains is a tiny grain buried in the brutal animal brain that now owns you. It is something that I cannot describe how I want to describe it. Everyone I have spoken to since has described it in a completely different way and not in a way that I recognise.
I remember in bursts the others that I ran with; other Lupin victims. As devastating as we were, we are all victims. Like zombies in horror movies they and I had no control or choice. We moved like marionettes to this disease. We ran, and killed and mated. I know that I remember that it happened, but I cannot remember anything about it. Like being shown a photograph doing something silly after a night on the town. It is there in my head but only as an image or a smell.
I do recall the feeling of working as a part of the pack. A vital team member led by one male. He would find the prey and we would stalk it and surround it. We all took down the kill and tore it apart between us. Usually a wallaby or stray dog, and very very far from my childhood dreams of princes and ponies, and my adult dream of a successful law career.
I remember words too. This is the strange part of the change. I remember human words, spoken by the pack leader. I don’t know his name; that’s not how it seemed to work amongst us. But he did speak to us and instruct us. When he chose our prey we would obey him. Even when that prey quickly became people. The most frightening thing now is how easily we did what he said. How easily we killed and ate what a short time ago was our fellow human beings.
That tiny grain of what was left of my human mind revolted quietly at first, but grew louder and louder. My conscious self hated it and enjoyed pushing it back into the amoeba prison. I guess though that it weakened enough to let me have a second of clarity. Maybe a millisecond even. I remember standing somewhere near the southern end of the reservoir and being aware for the first time of where I was. It was like a sudden pop in my brain. I was far enough in the bush that I couldn’t hear any traffic, but close enough that I could smell the water of the reservoir.
Yes, I could actually smell water! That was what kick-started my brain again and I noticed for the first time that I was covered in fur, unclothed and tasting blood in my mouth. In what I guess can only be described as a girly moment I noticed that my clawed hands still had remnants of nail polish on them. I noticed that before I became aware the rest of the pack was eating the remains of some poor man. The image will never leave me and even now I am sick to the stomach and want to be violently ill at the thought.
The pack leader was the only one that noticed I was standing there staring at them, and must have known that I had snapped out of whatever it was that held my mind in such a grip. He said one word.
‘Choose.’
It wasn’t a question or an offer. It was a demand.
I chose.
I turned and ran. I ran toward the smell of water and he chose to chase. He caught me quickly and knocked me down before turning on me with a mouth full of teeth I will never forget. I think I even screamed and clawed at him in a silly girlish way until it occurred to me that I was more capable than that, and I bit him on the neck and shook his body with every ounce of strength I had.
I made it to the water before he recovered and swam across far enough to get to the road. There was no traffic and no-one around. I didn’t learn about the curfew until after I had walked about four blocks of suburbia when I was shot in the back by police.
It hurt like hell, but again I healed in minutes. By then I was able to speak to them and they helped me back into civilisation.
Since then I have been working with countless medical researchers, scientists and psychological specialists. I’m told most of the pack had been captured or killed, but the leader has escaped. I heard a rumour that he has somehow made it as far north as New South Wales.
The revulsion I feel for my condition is not lessened by my ability to change between human and Lupin form. It is something that is painful and takes a long time to learn, but each time I do it I treat it as penance for the lives I have taken while under the influence of this condition. I cannot ask for forgiveness but I hope that I can give some understanding of the victims that are suffering on both sides of this disease.


First Appeared: Tuesday 14th September, The Blackburn Daily
A Murder of Wolves by Gerald Punt (Opinion)
I read with horror and disgust yesterday that a “woman” that has admitted to murdering up to five people is walking around free without any fear of repercussion. To make it worse this “woman” is one of the Lupin virus carriers and has since left humanity, both in terms of ethics and genetics.
Normal people cannot be expected to accept that a non-human can be allowed to kill and eat human beings without being locked away from the rest of us! How can the State Premier, the Minister for Police and indeed the Governor General allow this animal walk freely amongst us, to kill and murder and consume as it chooses to do!
As my readers know I have argued for months since this virus escaped what was probably a terrorist event that letting these animals live at all would only serve to cause more deaths amongst us. It was only thanks to your support that I was able to convince the Premier to put a curfew in place. This has been effective in flushing out the Lupin and their sympathisers. Now we read today that the government has been collecting them? What for? Why can’t they just take tissue samples and destroy the threat to the rest of us without any risk of live murderers escaping back into our community?
How can they justify letting this poisonous, murdering bitch to live, let alone not charging it with murder. It has left humanity and literally run with the wolves. It has killed and devoured someone’s sons, daughters or parents. All the talk of the pain of changing shapes as some sort of rosary-bead penance is ridiculous and makes me sick.
Let’s look at the facts. In the last two months, this virus has spread across the eastern states of Australia like a bushfire and over twenty thousand people have been killed by Lupin. That’s not people affected by the virus, that’s people KILLED by these humans-cum-animals. That’s more than we lost in the second world war!
While two-bit internet blogs can run any hopeless tripe they want to, the Wooden Pews has scraped right through the bottom of the barrel by asking a murderer and a non-human to write an article asking the Australian public to excuse its actions. In my opinion the unemployed hacks at the Wooden Pews should hang their heads in shame.


Thursday, 16th September
Victoria Police > Home > News Centre
Press Release:
Victoria Police have arrested a 25 year old woman in relation to five missing persons in the Fern Gully area.
The woman has been released on bail with a hearing set for the 22nd of December.
Trevor Banks
Media Officer
VP73224


Monday, 20th September <Transcript>
Radio AGB3

Rick Daniels: Good morning everyone. Welcome to another bright and sunny Sydney Monday morning. Today I see that Lara Craft; the murdering Lupin that has openly admitted to killing five people has finally been arrested, only to receive bail! Frankly I’m horrified! Even if it was human, the community would expect it to be locked safely away from the rest of us! This Lupin animal has killed five people remember. We have laws and courts for a reason. What’s the point if the legal system is treated like some sort of revolving door? Never mind using it to let bloody werewolves roam our streets. What if they are planning on banding together and starting a war with normal people? What are your thoughts on this? Give us a call. We’ll be right back after a message from our sponsors.
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Rick Daniels: I see this is a hot topic. Let’s go to our first caller. Hello, David is it? You’re on the air, mate.
Caller (David): G’day Rick, mate, I’m as disgusted as you are. Why do we even have the police if everyone they catch is just let back out again. Mate, I tell ya, if this was like a pit-bull or something –
Rick Daniels: Yeah, exactly! If it was a rabid dog, they would have just shot it on the spot and been done with it!
Caller (David): Yeah, yeah! Exactly!
Rick Daniels: Thanks David. Next caller, Who have we got?
Caller (Jenny): Uhh, hello? Rick? It’s Jenny here. I’d just like to say that these Lupin are still people and until we find a cure –
Rick Daniels: People? Last time I checked people weren’t seven foot tall, had tails or went about eating human beings.
Caller (Jenny): Yes, but-
Rick Daniels: This is murder we are talking about here! This animal has even admitted it openly! Next caller; we have Adam on the line.
Caller (Adam): Hi Rick, what I want to know is where this virus came from in the first place. I read last week it was terrorists.
Rick Daniels:  No-one knows yet, Adam. It probably is terrorists and it wouldn’t surprise me after those Cronulla riots a while back that they would do something like this to us.
Caller (Adam):  Yeah, I dunno if it’d be a Muslim thing, you know? They hate dogs!
Rick Daniels: (Laughter) Yeah that’s true! Next caller. Hi, who have we got?
Caller (Melissa): Hi Rick, Melissa here, I’m a big fan of your show -
Rick Daniels:  Hi Melissa, thanks very much. What’s your thoughts on this?
Caller (Melissa): Well, I just, you know, I was reading that Lara Craft article and, you know, wow. Did I read right that she was even having sex with them?
Rick Daniels: That’s what it said! Animals doing it in the dirt with other animals. Everything about Lara Craft is stomach-turning.
Caller (Melissa): (Gasping) Oh wow.
Rick Daniels: Yeah, I know! Okay, we have time for one last caller.
Caller (Hassan): Hi Rick, Just on that comment from your listener Adam; that’s like totally unfair on the Muslim community. We are suffering as much as anyone else. We have all lost loved ones in this –
Rick Daniels: Let me cut you off there Hussain, no-one’s saying it’s a Muslim thing. No-one’s said that, okay?
Caller (Hassan): YOU just said that! You just-
Rick Daniels: No, I did not. What I was saying is that we don’t know where it has come from yet.
Caller (Hassan): Look, from what I read on Wooden Pews –
Rick Daniels: Don’t get me started on that hack website peddling a load of twaddle. Let’s get this clear, right? The Pews is two guys and a fax machine and they don’t have a quarter of a journalist’s education between them. Okay, let’s have a quick word from our sponsors and we will be right back with the news and weather.
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First Appeared: Friday, 24th September ‘Wooden Pews’ online news aggregator
Mainstream Media Licks Us but Calls for Lara Craft’s Blood by Martin Sharp

Well, what a week it has been. Lara Craft took some incredible strength to tell her story to the world and is receiving no favours for it.
Gerald Punt wrote an opinion piece in The Blackburn Daily which brutally painted Lara as a mere animal and not human at all. An approach mirrored by so-called ‘shock-jock’ Rick Daniels along with numerous others. It is easy to forget that amongst the death and disruption we have all endured that those affected are still human. Even when the physical form is altered, there is still a person inside there.
A disturbing trend is the way some media commentators are leaping to the conclusion that this was all brought about by terrorists. Australia has not seen an act of terrorism since the 1978 Hilton bombing, and the 1986 attack on the Turkish Embassy in Victoria, neither of which was targeting the wider Australian community.
Gerald Punt made the claim that the Lupin victims had caused deaths in excess of 20,000 which is simply ridiculous. The figure according to official reports is in the range of 200-250. This does not at all diminish the pain and suffering of friends and relatives of those victims, but the claim of 20,000 is fear-mongering. Never mind the additional 7,000 lost in WWII Gerald failed to account for in his comparison with the Australian war effort back in that era. Nice work on the fact-checking Gerald.
One point many commentators seem to be missing is that they can’t have it both ways. If the Lupin are non-Human animals, then they cannot be convicted of murder. Sharks are not murderers. Nor are snakes or spiders. Only Humans can be classified as murderers. If the Lupin are to be called murderers, this by default is accepting that they are still Human.
The outcome of Lara’s court case will affect many more people than herself. The Pews can cope with the mainstream lack of respect for the new media landscape we are operating in – after all, we represent a massive paradigm shift that threatens their core business model! But rejecting Lara’s humanity because she now looks different and has had to experience the loss of our most human quality – our minds – and to fight and win it back again, truly smacks of Dark Ages mentality.
Since Lara’s original article was published here at the Pews we have spoken to a number of the Lupin affected, and have found that while they look and act (and to be honest, smell) different, they are as human as anyone else. That thing that makes us human beings is still there, only with a better nose and a penchant for scratching fleas.
Perhaps a cure or a vaccine will be found. Perhaps not. Perhaps in the meantime all of our energies will be better spent learning how to ‘pop’ them out of the animalistic mental torpor they endure in the early stages of the change, before all humanity is lost to them. There is no denying that the Lupin that ‘go wild’ as it were are a real threat and have caused terrible pain to many families, but recovering these people and assisting them to regain their human minds has to be better than government sanctioned murder of disease victims.
A quick read through our letters section <LINK> shows a vastly different response than the callers and letter writers represented in the common media.

As always, the Wooden Pews provides references to all facts at the bottom of each article.  We would rather be late and right than first and worst.


Wednesday, 22nd December. Magistrate’s Court of Victoria.

The bailiff leaned forward to speak to Judge Croydon.
“She says she can’t appear in her human form.”
“Why not?”
“She says that when she’s in her monthly cycle she can’t change at will.”
“You mean to tell me I’m going to have a moody werewolf in my courtroom?”
“Yes, your Honour.”
“Do you think it’s a ploy?”
“Well, sir, she’s not dressed for fighting, if that’s what you mean.”
“I suppose the gallery is packed to the rafters for this session too.”
“Yes, your Honour. It’s chockers. The press is all the way up the front steps outside as well.”
“Lupin?”
“There’s maybe a half a dozen obvious Lupin in the gallery. I can assure you that safety is paramount.”
“Always reassuring.”
The bailiff left the judge’s chambers and Judge Croydon waited a few moments before entering the courtroom.
“All rise”.
He took his seat behind the polished wooden bench and took stock of the room.  All eyes were on him as usual, but for the first time in many years he felt the weight of office on his shoulders. He ignored the spectators in the gallery in favour of the defendant; an obviously feminine werewolf in a dark pinstriped power-suit jacket and matching skirt, crisp white blouse, carefully brushed fur and nail polish on the clawed hands resting on the bench in front of her as she stood with the rest of the room waiting to retake their seats.
“Be seated. This court is now in session.”
He had always thought little of judges that counted down the days to their retirement but today he found himself doing exactly that.
Another Tales of Change.  First story in the series is here: spamdragon.deviantart.com/art/…

My first story writing with a female MC. That's new for me! Hope I didn't ham-fist it too much.Waaaah! 

This is a very different way of doing things and something I have wanted to try for ages.

Title is from a Midnight Juggernauts song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-Sj7u…
The lyric "If we can make it out of here alive, we can do anything" got me thinking.

*edit*  Many, many thanks to  xlntwtch and neurotype for the DD!  This is my very first one and was absolutely unexpected.  I have been travelling for a few weeks so this was a very pleasant surprise!
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