Monsters start at coffee

Not according to plan

Tom woke up with the sun's light hitting his sensible eyes, vision still blurry from his slumber. His head hurt like it was gonna explode - more than the usual pain he'd grow used to in the last weeks. He only remembered flashes of last night's occurings, but his mind told him he had said something he shouldn't have.

Coming back to the present, he felt a warm pressure on his side, and turning his head lead to the reveal of chestnut messy hair. What? He didn't have brown hair! So this is...

Tord. The shock sent shivers to down his spine, jolting him upwards, out the bed. The movement, however, gave him one of the worst pains he's ever had. It felt like his insides were moving, but it reminded him of certain mornings in his past when he would drink the night away. Someway, it was kinda of conforting, going back to the good old times.

The world spinned around so much it made the hybrid nauseous. He felt weak, sprinting to the bathroom, vomiting just on time to hit the toilet - his puke a familiar shade of black. Standing up again, the man's vision went dark, specks of light perking from the void.

Recovering, he came back to his room, agreeing, in his mind, to go back to sleep and pretend this never happened. Because, of course, sleep will always be the best medicine for everything (including hangovers). What he didn't expect to find was Tord, very much awake, looking out for something. It scared the shit out of them both, and Tom almost jumped, making his dizziness worse.

- Tom, I can-

Tom couldn't hear the rest of the sentence, for a loud ringing replaced all sound. It translated to pain. Even worse than before. The sensation pierced through his body in an agonizing way, but it eventually stopped. At this point, Tom's body was not his anymore. Once again, something else took control, and there was nothing he could do to stop it, but wait.

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Separate chapter

Tord opened his eyes, remembering the night before. The alcohol scent still haunted his nose. Tord woke up, stretching his arms and yawning, expecting to see Tom lying beside him in bed. But to his surprise, Tom was nowhere to be found. Confused and concerned, Tord quickly sat up and scanned through the room noticing the door to the bathroom was agape.

And that's when he saw him. Tom was standing at the other side of the door, face contorted in agony. Tord's heart raced as he saw the hybrid, his concern turning into fear.

An excruciating scream came out of Tom's mouth, hands clutching his head. He started to convulse, his limbs contorting and elongating. His skin darkened, and Tom's eyes glowed with a sinister light. He looked even more feral than last time. Tord watched in horror as Tom's transformation continued, as he turned into a monstrous creature right before his eyes.

Panicking, Tord stumbled back, unsure of what to do. The monster that was once his friend let out a deafening roar and bolted past Tord, crashing through the front door and disappearing into the darkness outside.

Driven by a mixture of fear and determination, Tord dashed after the creature, not willing to abandon his friend. The chase led them through darkened streets, the monster leaving destruction in its path. Tord's mind raced with panic.

But Tom was way faster than the other, leaving Tord standing alone in the middle of the road. Overwhelmed by the events that had unfolded, Tord sank to his knees, the emotions seeping in.

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This chapter was minuscule, but I felt like I should post it, since it's been so long.
I'll try to make the next one bigger.
What'd y'all think'll happen? I have big plans...