The Beast I Have Become

Chapter 25

        It's night time, and my symptoms have gotten worse. I lay on my back on my bedspread eagle. I groan and turn my head to look out of the window. The moon is a slim waxing crescent.
        "Fuuuuck a duck!" I whine. I then cross my arms and put on a pouty face like a little five years old who's mom said no to getting candy. Why do I feel like this then? This doesn't make any damn sense. I usually don't make a damned bit of sense, but you know what I mean. I half-heartedly head downstairs and plop myself onto the couch.
        "You guys aren't feeling the same way I am, right?" I ask as I see how fine-looking they're acting. They turn their attention to me.
        "Probably not," Ryan says while shaking his head. I groan and run my fingers through my hair. Matt looks over to me and raises one eyebrow. I look him in the eye with a look that gives away how I feel, and he nods. He gives me that do-you-need-to-go-down-to-the-basement look. I shrug and he nods his head in the direction of the basement door. I nod, hand him my glasses and empty out my pockets before heading down.
        I sit here and wait as my body heat warms the freezing cold chain. I'm only in boxers, my clothes were thrown aside. I look around and eventually have to close my eyes because, without my glasses, my eyes try very hard to focus, and since they can't, it gives me a headache. When my eyes close, I notice how my hearing, smell, and other scenes become more keener. It's kinda cool, to be honest, and I mess with it and try to listen to any noises from upstairs. Suddenly, I jump in pain as one of those super loud as fuck car commercials come on.
        "Ah fuck!" I yelled. "I'm fine guys, just me being me," I call up to them. I don't want them to worry about anything, especially since I'm down here and already have enough problems to deal with. I then close my eyes and concentrate. I focus on keeping the wolf back. I growl as a headache starts due to the concentration. This is honestly some hard-ass shit, but I have to try my best to tame this damn beast.
        I squeak and cry out every now and then, but I mainly keep it back. I still have to get used to this. The wolf continues to push through, a light growth of hair forming all over, my teeth becoming pointy, and my nails growing to claws, and my tail bone a bit longer than usual. I feel bloodlust come over me, the strong urge to kill becoming more powerful by the second. I growl and look up as my vision starts to become sharper.
        No. Stop. I say in my head. Stop. STOP. STOP. I can't hold this any longer. My energy is draining rapidly due to my effort, and my body is starting to shift. Ryan then accompanies me down here. I can tell by his scent. He sits and watches the battle between two beings in the same body. I can feel him become a bit uneasy as he watches the beast come through a bit.
        "Ryan," I say, my throat feeling like a noose is tightly wrapped around it. "If you become too uneasy because of this...then leave or even better...tie yourself down." I then growl, my hands double tightly. My teeth are clenched and I'm on my hands and knees. Ryan simply nods but continues to watch. I'm not sure if he's trying to accomplish something, or if common sense isn't turning on, but he better get out if he feels off.
        "I thought you were able to control it, Mark," Ryan says. I grunt and look up at him, still focusing my concentration on keeping this damned wolf back.
        "I thought so too," I reply. "But apparently, this wolf has bigger plans than to just let me loose like that." Ryan nods and observes the situation. "Remember Ryan. If this makes you uncomfortable in anyways, tie yourself down. If I find out that you turned and didn't tie yourself down when something didn't feel right, it's gonna be off with your damn head. Not literally."
        This transformation is process is just going too slowly. The wolf obviously isn't done with me and will just keep on pushing until I literally have no energy left. I never really saw myself doing this, but I let go. I stop concentrating and let the transformation take its place. I scream and shriek as my vision goes from kinda blurry to super sharp.

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I wake up with the usual groan and a typical Markiplier "Fuck me in the butthole". I push myself up and undo the chains, now ready for my day to begin. I hoist myself up and pick up my phone when I hear it a text tone go off. It's Jack.
        'Hiya Mark!' He texts. I can only imagine his loud, accented voice, which right now would be pretty annoying. 'Are things alright over there? We haven't talked in a while.'
        'Yeah, everything's fine so far,' I reply. 'Matt and Ryan were kidnapped and turned into shapeshifters too. Ryan is a bear and Matt is some kind of black unicorn from Hell.'
        'Cool!' He replies back. I kinda saw that coming. 'I plan on heading over on the next full moon. How's that sound?' I look at my phone calendar to see what's planned on the day of the full moon.
        'It's empty,' I type back. 'Sounds good. Hey, I've got some videos to record once I fully wake up. Talk to you later.'
        'Alright, talk to ya later then!' Jack replies, ending the conversation. I head downstairs and grab a coffee before starting on my videos. I sip on my coffee as I sit at my desk on my comfy wheely chair. I think and decide on the game to play. I play two games and sigh after editing and uploading them to YouTube.
        Everyone's tempers have been on edge. Ryan's hands hurt, my teeth hurt, and Matt has a pain in the center of his forehead where his horn comes out. We've all been on edge and very unhappy.
        Ryan's nails have been a bit longer, black, and pointy like the claws he has as a bear. My teeth have been getting pointier by the seconds, and blood oozes out every now and then as my gums painfully split a bit. Matt just has a small lump on his forehead which is also a bruise which he says hurts to contact and by itself.
        I'd have to go to the bathroom every now and then to spit and rinse out my mouth. Eventually, that got tiring, so I'd just swallow the blood and drink some water. I know, for those who despise the taste of their own blood may be grossed out, but it really isn't that big of a deal for me.
        We're all watching tv, and me being the clumsy self I am, I trip over Ryan's foot. As I fall, I instinctively grabbed the coffee table for support but end up breaking the front legs and the table and lamps coming down with me. The lamp actually shattering on top of my head. I've always been told that I'm hard-headed.
        I growl. "Ryan! Watch where you put your fucking feet next time!" I snarl. Ryan's shocked expression goes to a frown. He's gonna get defensive.
        "Watch where I put my feet?!" He asks. "How about you watch where you're stepping, shut head!" I growl and he growls back. I bare my pointy teeth as more blood oozes from my torn gums. I ignore it as it foams along with my spit and drips from my mouth. Ryan's eyes shine blue as mine probably dark yellow as our tempers rise higher than they need to be. Using my animal instincts, I stand up, trying to appear bigger than my opponent. I stand over him and hunch my back a big. If I had fur, it'd bristle up.
        "Then how about you give me a heads up or something!" I snarl. "You clearly see me walking. You could've moved your feet out of the way!" Ryan stands, automatically looking bigger than me. I know he isn't that much taller than me, I mean, he's literally like an inch taller, but still he's towering over me right now.
        I try to hold back the urge to slash his face, looking down at my hand to see my pointy nails bare and ready for attack. My hand muscles are tight and it actually hurts a bit. I gaze back into Ryan's bluish-tinted brown eyes. Suddenly, I can't hold that urge back any longer, but before I could even bring up my hand, I get five black claws that rake my left cheek. I growl and actually stumble back a bit due to the impact. Blood madly drips down the left side of my face, but I ignore it and pounce of Ryan, bringing us both to the floor. We become a ball of claws, fangs, and blood.
        I hear a hell, but put it off until Ryan and I get separated by a thin, tall figure. It's Matt. For a thin framed, weak-looking man, Matt is kinda strong and he shoves me off of Ryan. Matt's eyes are tinted red as anger clearly burns in his eyes, his hair a bit darker.
        "What the hell is wrong with you two?!" He asks angrily. "I leave for ten fucking minutes only to come back and find you two idiots fighting to he death!"
         I growl. Ryan and I don't look at each other, but angrily and somewhat shamefully look at the opposite walls.
        Matt sends us both to our room where we are to "calm down" and "get our shit together". We growl and obey without another word said. I slam my door and plop down onto my bed. I then get up and rinse my bloody mouth in the bathroom sink, bloody water flowing down the drain. I observe my scratches and growl, fighting the very strong urge to punch the mirror.

Authors Note
Hey guys! Sorry, this took so long. My parents have been wanting me to do less on my iPad and go outside and stuff. Also, it didn't save the ending to this chapter so I had to re-type the end. Hope y'all understand. And as always, thanks for the reads!