Symbiote Compatible?

Chapter 2: first encounter

A rush running through the woods, avoiding the branches and roots from below. Hands red, his own blood. Running faster and faster the wind in Max's hair , this would be a great feeling if he wasn't being chased. The woods clear and Max ends up at the other side, his backyard. He stops and sees Rick and the other 2 right there in front.
"We had a wholesome thing going for us Max. Shame you couldn't keep it up."
"Why don't you just leave Rick."
Rick grabs him slamming him on the ground. Throwing him on the ground punches and kicks. His shirt ripped and a lip bleeding. Trying to get up the 3 stand a feet apart from him staring in fear. The 3 slowly step back running away back to the street farther and farther away. Max gets up wiping his lip and brushing off his clothes. Walking forward 2 steps dizzy and then hearing a strange noise. Turning back hearing growling. A wolf. Staring at him growling. Eyes dead on him. The color of his eyes go from complete white to red and back to white. The dog jumps on him, Max laying on the ground scared. The dog staring at him. A minute goes by and the dog staggering back, taking the advantage and getting up walking backward. The dog staring at him then quickly whimpering and running back into the woods. Staggering back feeling his lip. Then turning back to run to his house.
  Walking inside throwing his keys onto the table. Kevin walking up to him.
"Did you get it?"
"Sorry Kevin maybe later."
  Max runs upstairs to the bathroom taking of his jacket and shirt. His chest completely fine no scratches nothing. He looks closely at the mirror and sees his lip fine, he tasted blood before but now everything fine. In fact realizing now, he felt no pain he feels completely fine. Putting his shirt back on and throwing his jacket onto the couch downstairs from the balcony Max walks slowly down the stairs then stops immediately. A weird feeling coming across him.
"Hey Kevin where's mom?"
Kevin says out loud back, "went to the grocery store."
  Max walks up the fridge and looks up and down pulling fruits and left over food from last night. Biting apples and eat bananas with the skin not peeled. Opening the upper fridge taking out raw meat that had been recently put in. Blood of the meat still visible yet being eaten down. Food after food being eaten by Max. Looking at what he did he runs to the sink to puke up a bunch of food. The feeling of an empty stomach with such hunger to a sick feeling of disgust. Looking back to see Kevin standing in the door way.
"Where you really that hungry?"
Wiping his mouth still feeling bad, "yeah I apparently...was."
"You ate frozen food."
"Kevin go upstairs and play on your wii I'm feeling sick already." Kevin leaves while Max stares at the mess and starts cleaning up.
  Laying down in bed staring at the ceiling closing his eyes. Then opening them fast as if all the sleepiness gone away instantly. A rumble happens in his stomach. Hungry again. Max thinks and figures he can order a pizza pie.
"Mom can we order pizza?" Max calls out.
"Sure but you paying for it with your own allowance."
"It's fine I'll pay it."
Dialing the number something came across his head and almost said 5 pizza pies. Max orders one pie and waits for the door bell to ring which comes in 10 minutes. Walking downstairs with a 20 dollar bill he opens the door and hands the money.
"It'll be 8.50"
Max gets his change and hands the guy 5 extra dollars, thanks him and closes the door with the box in his hands.
"Kevin come down , you too mom."
"It's okay you two boys eat I'm fine." Max's mom says back.
"I want 2 slices Max."
"You better finish them both and not just throw what you don't want out."
"I won't." Kevin grabs a plate and puts 2 slices on his plate and walks back upstairs to his room. Max's stomach growling again reminding him of the dog. Staring at the pizza he grabs a slice and eats it within seconds. Staring at the rest eating it like there's certain time left. Faster and faster slice after slice until the last slice is eaten. Staggering back watching the empty box being full 5 minutes ago. Shaking his head feeling satisfied with his meal he crushes the box and puts it in the trash bag.
*I must have been really hungry to eat that fast*, Max thought walking upstairs.
  Staring at the mirror of his room staring at his eyes and face. No bruised lip, no marks, nothing unusual. Everything seeming fine and yet he feels different. Not the same like he wasn't himself. Scratching his head he lies down turning on the tv. Headlines reading
(Space shuttle investigation)
"There still figuring that out?"
Turning off the tv and looking outside at his backyard seeing nothing. No unusual things, no dogs no animals except birds. The sky dark still, clouds covering the faintest of light. Staring at a lady walking by with a poodle, the wind blowing gently. A sudden voice heard,
"FOOD" , turning around seeing nobody in the room. The voice deep and scratchy, strange nobody is in the room except himself. He's alone.... right? Shaking his head Max lays down again and tried to take a nap hopefully feeling better when waking up and not feeling like a crazy hungry animal.
Yet dozing off, his body felt awake, almost alive on its own, not in control of his own actions, not alone. No longer the old self. Now part of something greater, a feeling of awareness, unsettling and yet strong.