“son …”
The last word my father said just before he died protecting me from this killer drug addict and my tears just keep coming out from my eyes. I hugged my father very tight.
“No...” I murmur.
“Stop crying! You’ll be seeing him again. In the next life!! Hahaha!!”
That guy laughs like a monster! I hate it very much, I hate him!
Few seconds had passed and my tears just stop. Hatred and anger filled my heart triggered my transformation. I felt a sharp and excruciating pain in my toes. I could feel my skin and bones extending, and moving painfully. It was almost unbearable. My feet were growing bigger, wider, and I felt a bone in my foot tear through the side, only slightly and it made my pain only worse. I squirmed; I was panting; closing my eyes, trying to feel for some relief. The pain subdued slightly in my foot, and began getting sharper and even more painful in my toes, as I could feel them narrowing, claws trying to push through the toe of my shoes. I felt a slight tear, and I knew my new claws had pushed through.
I panted, trying to soak as much relief as possible before the next phase came, bringing a new and worse wave of pain.
“wha-. What is happening to you?” the guy said while slowly moving backward.
I looked at him gritted my teeth as the new wave begun. I felt the pain in my back now, not just your basic back pain. I felt my clothes drenched with sweat as the cold wind had died down now. I felt my ribs getting larger, the muscles in my chest growing. All at once, the skin in my back began getting tougher, more packed together, but grew to accustom my now growing ribs, for the ridges of my back popped up very suddenly, and it felt as though someone was stabbing me in the back several times. I began humming to myself; clenching my fists.
The anguish made me bend on my knees and hug myself very tightly, for I could feel my spine now rearranging itself, causing several different feelings and emotions to flood into my mind, and horrible pain to breach my mental wall, causing both physical and mental pain to plague me now. My spine was growing, becoming more sensitive yet sturdier, and flexible. My humming was getting louder as the pain was amplifying itself, causing each second to feel fitfully slow.
I opened my eyes and saw the killer of my father shocked. I blinked, disbelieving, the pain became somewhat oblivious as my surroundings had become clearer, brighter, and my nose could pick up many more smells than before. I could even pick up the slightest sounds now. I didn't understand why, for I was hardly halfway through the transformation. Before I could even contemplate how my senses were already heightened, the torture had come back; as it was much worse than the two other waves combined.
It was in my head now, and I felt like I had a horrible migraine. My brain and head was changing, and growing. I felt my skull growing, and some bones occasionally moving around. I felt the muscles in my face grow, becoming tougher; becoming more resistant as the muscles in my face began merging with each other, and becoming less expressive. My brain then began growing, including the veins which brought blood to the brain, and I felt several different emotions and feelings getting tangled with each other, making my already horrible migraine even worse. My brain didn't take very long to grow, but it was a horrible feeling, as my conscious became vaster, more aware, and perhaps even more intellectual than before.
I opened my eyes and finally the last wave of transformation is over. The cold wind picked up, blasting against my clothes, but I didn't really notice. My transformation was even faster today than the last.
I stood up looking at the killer’s pitiful eyes.
“Die!”
…
After the death of my father I went to Baguio seeking some of my relatives that our family used to visit but faith isn’t at my side and the bus that I’m in accidentally malfunction then fell. Almost all of the passengers died except for me. My wounds heal in no time. I continue travelling to Baguio walking, the beast in me give me an exceptionally long stamina. I am stronger than a normal human and faster. I also have a heighten sense than a normal human does. I can smell, track and recognize scent more than 50 meters away from me.
I began to live my life alone for no luck in finding my relatives. Climate in Baguio is just the opposite of manila, no wonder they call it “The summer capital of the Philippines”. The sun is always hiding behind the clouds and temperature here can reach almost negative degrees. Fogs cover the place during rainy season. My body can handle extreme cold temperature and even without shirt I can’t feel too much cold.
2 years pass wandering alone, a man saw me sleeping at night and pitied on me. A Chinese, he have a long hair and his body is well fit and a strong aura if you look at him.
“Hey! Hey! Can I take a sit with you?” said the man while tapping my shoulder for me to wake up.
“ahmmn” opened my eyes and sat.
“Are you hungry kid, coz I think I heard your stomach-. “ He paused after looking at my eyes.
“Take this.” He offered me bread.
“Thanks.”
“You’re not from here are you?” he asked while blowing his hand.
Tonight’s weather is just too cold to be outside. But me, I’m wearing a simple black coat that extends to my knees with a black old shirt and pants and I’m immune to cold or sickness for a reason that I still don’t know. Maybe it’s the beast inside me.
“yes.” I said in low voice while looking at the bread.
He laughed loudly that the people around us was shocked. I think this guy is a fool.
“Hey kid, I have this dojo and I want you to part of it.”
“Huh? Me?” my eyes widened.
He gave me a flyer then stood up.
“Come and pass by someday, I’ll be happy to see you.” Then he starts walking.
I smiled. After two years living in Baguio, it’s my first time a man talk to me like that.
