"That night, Dave was throwing a party and everyone was going. Well maybe not everyone. I wasn't going. Though he asked me directly and was nicer than usual I... I couldn't deal with him and everyone else. Not after what happened. Don't even start to wonder or ask what happened because I'm not going to tell you." John stated before closing his eyes and leaning back against the wall. He just wasn't ready to talk about that yet. John was currently in a small white room being, as he liked to call it, interviewed by the doctor. Doctor Lalonde was trying to get John to tell her what happened the night they found him. "Gone on." Doctor Lalonde stated simply.
"Alright now where was I... Oh yeah, Dave really wanted me to go and I would've if he was the old Dave. I just ended up staying in my room for the rest of the night, I was to afraid to face my dad. At one point there was a knock on my door and when I opened it... it was Dave. I screamed and he grabbed me with his black claw hand thing. He started to drag me out of the room and I heard him laugh but I couldn't see his expression because of the mask. Maybe it wasn't him that laughed though, maybe it was my dad... I don't know, I assumed my dad was behind Dave but I couldn't see because his wings were-" John continued but Doctor Lalonde cut in.
"John, did you just say Dave had wings, a mask, and a claw?" she asked.
"Well yeah. That's what he transmuted into. And he had a knife through his chest to. You believe me, don't you?" John said.
"Yes! Of course I do John, why wouldn't I believe you? I went through the same thing after all!". Doctor Lalonde no longer looked or sounded like herself anymore, she looked like Johns friend Rose after she transmuted. John screamed and backed into a corner as the other stood up, her tendrils reaching towards him. Her white shirt was now splattered with blood where the tendrils seemed to connect and the blood was dripping on the floor. She dragged a thorn across John's cheek, drawing more blood. John kicked at Rose and tried to get to the door. He was screaming bloody murder as he pried it open.
It was dark... to dark.
John suddenly felt hands on his arms as he snapped back into reality. He felt the need to start screaming again but he heard a comforting voice.
"Jooohn... Jooohn wake uuup."
John eyes shot open and he looked around. Two guards were holding his arms, their grips loose since he stopped flailing and trying to escape. Doctor Lalonde was staring in front of him, a concerned look on her face. She whispered something to the guards and they took John out of the room. John had no idea what was going on. Soon after he entered another plain white room but this one had padded walls. Then everything went black.
When John woke up again he tried to stretch but he couldn't move his arms. He looked down, at himself.
He was wearing a straight jacket.
