Project 8

4. Powerful

Damian itched at his back, clawed at it.

Seconds after he had witnessed the Solar Eclipse, his back had taken a turn for the absolute worst. He was on the ground, his shirt thrown the the side, tearing at his back.

He could feel himself taking away skin with his fingernails, felt blood covering them. It felt like something sharp was stuck in his back, and he had to get it out. He had to.

He felt something, sticking from the part where he had stripped some skin. Something was sticking out of his back. He grabbed it with his fingers and pulled. It was painful, but after it was out, it was followed by slight relief. He looked at what he had pulled out. Horror struck his face.

It was a white feather. The top was coated in blood.

"Oh my god..." Damian felt like he was gonna throw up and faint at the same time. How was there a feather in his back? That wasn't possible. It couldn't be.

But that definitely wasn't the last one. His back still felt horrible. He didn't care what was wrong with him then, he just wanted the pain to stop.

What he couldn't see, was that it looked like something large was moving under his skin, desperate to get out.

* * *

Jay was grasping his head.

He was on his knees. The pain in his head was unbearable, like someone had whacked him with a sledgehammer. "Gah!" He exclaimed, biting down hard on his cheek.

His ears were beginning to point sideways. His teeth were pointing; it felt like his regular teeth were being replaced by large needles. They dug into his cheek, and he tasted blood. He could barely breath, like he was in shock.

He opened his eyes. For a moment, they were completely gray, almost blending in with the whites of his eyes. He blinked, and they were normal again. He was sweating like he had run a marathon.

There was a knock on his bedroom door. "Mijo? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay mom!" Jay lied. "I just...hit my foot on something!"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive!"

Jay slowly stood up, then walked into his bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked at his ears. He looked at his teeth. He noticed that his fingernails were slightly different too. They were pointed, like claws.

Then he felt it. Something wiggling in the back of his pants. Suddenly, something long and furry came snaking out of the back of his boxers.

A tail.

Jay was about to throw up.

* * *

Alisa was on top of Bobby.

It was, so called "round two". They were kissing, Alisa making a back and forth movement under the blankets. Her back was arched, leaning down to connect her lips with his. Their noises weren't loud, but they definitely were persistent.

Alisa couldn't possibly see a black line coiling up her back, almost exactly with her spine. It looked like a tattoo, but alive. It made a little line pattern on her back, then it moved towards her arm, which, through her hand, was connected to Bobby.

She stopped. Bobby looked up at her. "You...okay?"

"Yeah, sorry..." She took a breath. "I just felt weird for a second."

"Did I..."

"No...you're perfect." She smiled. She leaned back to kiss him, and they continued the movement.