Chapter4

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As John gradually awakens from the effects of the tranquilizer, he finds himself in an unfamiliar place. His bandmates surround him, their faces etched with concern. Confusion and disorientation sweep over him as he struggles to piece together what happened.

His body feels different, foreign. He glances down at his hands, half-expecting to see fur and claws, but instead finding his human form. The memories of the recent events flood his mind, and with them, a wave of frustration and anger rises.

"Why did you let them shoot me with that thing?" John's voice is laced with bitterness as he directs his accusation at his bandmates. His eyes blaze with a mixture of anger and hurt.

Paul steps forward, his voice calm but firm. "John, we didn't want you to get hurt."

George adds, "Mate, you were out of control. We had to stop you."

But John's emotions are running high, and his sense of isolation and being misunderstood intensifies. "You don't understand what it's like! You have no idea how it feels to be trapped in this body, this monstrous form!"

Ringo steps closer, his expression a mix of empathy and concern. "John, we'll help you figure this out."

However, John's frustration boils over, and he clenches his fists. "You can't help me! None of you can. You've never experienced anything like this."

Tension fills the room as the bandmates exchange glances, each struggling to find the right words to bridge the gap between them and their friend.

Tears well up in John's eyes as the weight of his emotions becomes too much to bear. His frustration, fear, and sense of isolation converge into a torrent of overwhelming feelings. His body trembles, and he raises his hands to his face, covering his eyes as he tries to hide his vulnerability.

His bandmates watch, their concern deepening as they see John's distress. Paul steps forward, his voice soft and soothing. "John, we're here for you. We may not fully understand, but we want to help you through this."

But the emotions swirling within John make it difficult for him to hear their words of comfort. His chest heaves as a sob escapes him, and his hands clench into fists. His anger and frustration resurface, and in his heightened emotional state, he loses control.

He lets out a primal scream, the sound echoing through the room, a raw manifestation of his inner turmoil. He swipes at a nearby table, sending objects crashing to the ground. His bandmates step back, giving him space, recognizing that he needs to release his emotions.

As the room falls into chaos, John's cries mix with the sounds of shattered objects. His bandmates remain nearby, ready to step in if he becomes a danger to himself or others, but also understanding the cathartic release that this moment offers.

In the aftermath, as the room settles into an eerie calm, John's bandmates approach him cautiously.

The tension in the room reaches its breaking point as John's emotional turmoil spills over into aggression. Paul takes a step forward, his hands raised in a calming gesture, and tries to speak to John, but before he can say anything, John's fist lashes out, connecting with Paul's jaw. The force of the blow sends Paul stumbling back in surprise and pain.

"John, stop!" Paul exclaims, his voice a mix of shock and hurt.

George and Ringo rush forward, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief. But the situation escalates quickly as John's anger seems to fuel the transformation once again. His body begins to contort, muscles bulging as fur sprouts across his skin. The transformation into a werewolf is swift, and before anyone can react, John's form looms over them, his amber eyes blazing.

Ringo's voice trembles as he says, "We need to calm him down. Remember what happened last time."

George nods, his expression determined. "Right. We can't let him hurt anyone else."

The three of them try to approach John slowly, their voices soothing and reassuring.

But John's growls drown out their words, and his posture remains aggressive. The tension in the room is palpable as they tread carefully, each step fraught with uncertainty.



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