The Beast I Have Become

Chapter 26

        I wipe up the blood from my face, avoiding looking at myself in the mirror to keep from slamming my fist into it. I head back to my bedroom and press my hands to my head to the headache that painfully throbs in my head. I groan and press my hands hard against my head.
        "Ooooooh!" I groan as the pain seems to intensify. "Stop! Stop it! GODDAMMIT, STOP!!!" I was in way too much pain to actually walk, my muscles spazzing out and jerking uncontrollably. My hands bare black, pointy claws, my fingers stiff and jagged as if about to scratch someone. I growl as blood dribbles from my mouth. I scramble somehow to the bathroom and barely make it in there on my feet. I collapse onto the counter and slip and fall onto my chest. My back then hunches toward the ceiling and I scream. While I was choking to catch my break as sweat pours down my face, I hear another scream. It sounds like Ryan's. What's happening? It's only seven in the afternoon!
        "AAAAAAAAHHH!!!" I scream as my body jerks and my muscles tighten greatly. My claws scrape the tile floor and an inhuman growl escapes my lips. I then get thrown onto my back as a huge amount of pain pushes my ribs forward, causing me to arch my back the other way, my ribs pointing toward the ceiling. My claws dig into my shirt and tear it, leaving five-streak claw marks on it. I then feel pain as my tailbone pulls out to become a tail. I nastily scratch myself as fur grows and causes my whole body to itch.
      I hear a bang and a roar from Ryan's room. He's done already. Maybe. I don't know. That's not the biggest of my concerns at the moment. I'm kind of in the middle of a super painful process here.
        "OOOHH GOOOOOOOD MAKE IT STOP!!!" I yell as my voice lowers a bit in octave. The headache is still present and it's so fucking terrible. If you think a migraine headache is bad, then it's nothing compared to this son of a bitch. I press my hands to my head so hard, trying oh so desperately to numb the pain, even a little, but it doesn't work. I throw my glasses off and onto the counter as a snout forms. My screams continue to echoes and vibrate off the walls of my bathroom.

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Kill. Kill everything. Escape this room. Get out. You're trapped. BLOODY FUCKING HELL!!!
        Snarl at the opponent, dammit! Protect yourself! This could be a predator trying to take your place as the alpha hunter!
        That's right, claw and bite. You failed. He's got you and you're really trapped now! There's no escape.
        Try anyway. Try. Let the thought of juicy, bloody flesh run through your head. That's right. Escape.

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I groan as I wake up. I wearily spit out blood. My tongue brushing over my teeth and I feel them still halfway fangs. My nails are still a bit pointy, and my eyes are probably tinted dark yellow.
        I move a bit and feel and hear the crunching of leaves under me. Wait. Leaves? The coppery, metallic scent of blood comes at my nose like a punch to the face.
        Bloody fucking Hell, I moan in my head. Please don't let that be a friend. Much less a human being. I slowly open my eyes to find something even more terrifying. An infant. I immediately get up and get a blood rush mixed with almost losing consciousness. I then see the lady huddled over her dead child, barely alive. I rub my eyes.
        This has got to be a dream, this has got to be a dream, I better be fucking dreaming right now, I thought, panic starting to become a lump in my throat. I open my eyes and let them adjust. My wolf comes in and makes my vision sharper. The mom is staring at me in shock. I groan, knowing that she knows 100% that I'm the monster who slaughtered her child. Huge tears well in my eyes. I'm too soft for this.
        "I'm so sorry..." I choke out. "I didn't mean to do this. I'm a monster." The woman gives me a fearful yet sympathetic look. I then wince and cry out to the pain. My mouth waters to the smell of blood. Bloodlust. Not now. Please not now. As the pain builds up a bit more as I partially transform, I apologize.
        "I'm sorry," I choke. "Please forgive me. I can't...do anything about...this monster coming forth...GAH!" Blood flies from my mouth. Her blood, my blood...the infant's blood. I growl as my mood towards her changes. An evil smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. The predator in me is leaking out like the blood from my mouth.
        "That's what happens when you're the prey," I growl in a rough voice that isn't anywhere close to my own. I look up at her, knowing that my eyes are fully dark yellow. By the look of the woman, she can see that I'm a completely different man than who I was before. I stalk towards her, my body hunched down since this form can't really walk well on all fours. I brush my short snout light against her neck and breathe my nasty breath on it. She accepts defeat and closes her eyes.
        "I forgive you..." we're the last words she said, and ever will say again. My teeth are already into her neck as the predator takes a chunk of flesh out. Her words hit me and bring my soft-hearted self back. I immediately drop the chunk of flesh, but I can't gag. The only thing I choke on is the severe emotions of grief that have dropped over me. I pull back immediately, not wanting to even glance at the horror show that I've caused. I bawl my eyes out and fight the strong urge to cry out loudly and yell in anger through the woods. I'm not sure how close I am to other people, and I don't need them seeing this. I don't know what kind of DNA it left, but I don't give a damn at this point. I run, my instincts took me right home. It's super early in the morning and nobody was out. I can't even believe this.