The Beast I Have Become

Chapter 11

Sean's POV

I wake up with a yawn and stretch. I can tell that the moon is starting to affect Mark. His behavior has been showing it. He's been a little more irritable and he hasn't been up for much lately. He uploaded a prerecorded video and me and him did one together. We both decided on Happy Wheels. We couldn't honestly think of anything better to do. We played and we had our mad moments and our laughing moments when Willy (the old wheelchair dude for those who don't know) started to glitch somehow. His feet were backward like a dog rubbing his ass on a carpet. It was hilarious.
        "Is the moon really affecting me that much?" Mark asks me sometime after recording.
        "Eh, a little," I reply. "Your mood kinda shows it. Irritable. Not havin' the patience. That kinda simple stuff." Mark nods, running his fingers through his black "floofy" hair. I think it's kinda funny how Mark calls his hair "The Floof" when it gets a bit long. He usually just ruffles it up some more and leave it like that, something that probably makes the fangirls squeal a bit when he does it on camera.
        "I guess I can kinda tell," he says after (what I'm guessing) wrapping his head around the information. "I feel a little odd altogether. And dammit! This fucking headache! It's seems like I have one almost every fucking day! Dammit!"
        "Yeah," I reply. "Ya better get used to it, lad. It's gonna stick with ya, especially when it gets closer to the full moon. Sucks ass, I know."
        "Isn't there anything that I can do about it?" He asks a little desperately.
        "Not really," I reply. "Take some pain medicine, I guess. That's about as good as it's gonna let. I don't guarantee it though." Mark sighs and gets some pain medicine from the cabinet and drinks it down. He plops onto the couch with another long drawn out sigh.
        "Am I gonna kill people?" He ask while staring off into the distance. "I mean like when I fully transform. I hear that I supposed to be strong enough to break chains."
        "Not as long as I can help it, lad," I reply.
        "But you won't be here all of the time," Mark replies. "I mean, eventually you'll have to go back and tend to your business, your house, your girlfriend."
        "Yeah..." I trail off. "But still, I'm gonna train ya. I'm gonna try not to be like my father who was tough as nails on me, but I'll give it a try to help get ya ready to do it yourself."
        "But you've been doing it since you were young," Mark replies. "How long will it take to be as good as you?"
         "Well," I reply. "It'll take a while, but if I train ya in a way, then we can get to our goal faster. And don't ask, you're gonna find out for yourself."
        "Ah, the suspense!" Mark yells playfully. "Fuck, you little douchenozzle." We all start laughing, Matt and Ryan apparently hearing us in the other room.
        "Well," I reply between laughs. "Fuck you too, ya little bitch!" We both start laughing and eventually, lunchtime comes. We go out and order some hamburgers. We decide to eat in the restaurant, too hungry to wait and take it home. We talk and laugh and decide to sit in a booth.
        "So," Matt says. "How're things over in Ireland?"
        "Eh," I reply. "Same ol' same ol'. Raining." We all laugh a bit, happy enough to laugh at almost anything. We finally get our food and eat hungrily. We get back home and decide to watch a movie. Matt, Ryan, and I choose the movie. We wanna test something, but Mark doesn't know the name of it and we didn't let him see it when it came on either. The name of it kinda gives it away. I know it won't affect me, but it'll probably affect Mark. We aren't tryna be mean, but it's just a test.
        "Wait a sec," Mark says a little later in the movie. "Holy hell! I can see where this is going." I sit closest to him, Matt and Ryan sitting in the other chair. We're just waiting for the moment to come.

Mark's POV

I think I see where this is going. Ok, so the story so far is that this dude got attacked by this big thing with teeth and whatever, and tonight is the full moon and the dude ends up sick for the day. Anyone with a brain can connect the dots to this. Especially me since I literally kinda lived that right there. I'm actually eager to see the transformation. I just hope it isn't one of those so super obvious ones that look like a dude wearing a costume or a hell of a lot of makeup or some bullshit like that. Finally, the transformation comes. Jack, Matt, and Ryan all keep glancing my way as it's just mere seconds before it starts.
        "Man," Jack says casually. "This is pretty realistic for a movie. Don't you all think so?" Matt and Ryan nod, all kinda looking my way. I admit I do feel a bit squirmy on the inside as I watch the dude turn from man to wolf.
        "You alright, Mark?" Ryan asks. "You look a little pale there, buddy." I do feel a bit off, but there is no way I'm gonna let them know that. I want to prove them wrong, but I don't know if my wolf will allow that. I wince a bit once I get a bit of a toothache. I rub my tongue over my teeth and feel my canine and the two teeth surrounding it become pointy.
        "Are ya sure you're alright?" Jack asks. I nod in response, running my fingers through my hair. "Alright then, open your mouth." I shake my head. "I can smell blood, I have a nose as good as yours, lad." Dammit! He's right, I can taste and smell it. "Open your mouth, ya can't hide it. I already know what's going on." I purse my lips before pulling them back to reveal my bloody, pointed teeth. Ugh, my teeth feel big in my mouth.
        "There, I have fangs," I reply. "Ya happy?" Jack smiles a bit and raises his eyebrow. Jack looks down at my hands. "What now?" I look down and notice that I'm just clicking my claws without any thought into it. Time to say it again. DAMMIT!
        "Are ya gonna be fine, Mark?" He asks.
        "Yeah, I'm gonna be fine," I moan. "When I start having a heart attack then you can start to worry about me." Jack rolls his eyes with a small smile and we continue watching the movie. "My eyes are the same though, right?"
        "Yeah," Jack says while turning his head over to me. "I'm not sure if this is entirely true, but your eyes only turn when your wolf controls ya. That's how ya know when it isn't you anymore. Or when your eyes slightly glow, then that means you aren't entirely you, but still somewhat in control." I nod, taking in the information. We end the movie and get ready for bed. I go to the bathroom to take a shower. As I strip off my clothes, my scar catches my eyes in the mirror. I run my fingers over it. People are bound to see this unless I hide it somehow. But I don't want to lie and hide it from my fans. They'll find out about it eventually and I can't wear jackets and hoodies forever. I sigh and take off my glasses before slipping into the shower. I run my fingers through my wet hair.
        "Gah fucking hell!" I yell when I get shampoo in my eyes. "Fuck." I get myself washed and get out of the shower. I put some clothes on and ruffle up my blue hair with my towel. I brush the knots out of before sitting on the edge of my bed. I don't like laying down with my hair wet, to be honest. I get cold and I don't like a wet pillow. I look at my phone. The full moon is the day after tomorrow. I plug my phone up to charge for the next day and look out the window. The moonlight is shining beautifully through the blinds on my window. I feel a little squirmy in my stomach, but ignore it and decide to go to sleep.
        I end up whrithing due to the extreme squirming that night, making sleep an endeavor.