Teratoid (One Direction FanFic)*ON HOLD*

Mutated

*Zayn's POV*

We went home the next week. I went back to my flat and the boys went back to theirs. I was unpacking when my feet began to lift themselves off the ground. I couldn't stop myself and I soon smacked my head off the ceiling. I clawed at the flat, pearly white surface; searching something, anything, to grab onto. I began breathing faster and faster. Why was a floating? This wasn't normal and I couldn't get down. I'm scared of heights you know. I stared at the carpet in my room as some invisible force pressed me up against the ceiling. I couldn't get down no matter how hard I tried. I just closed my eyes and hoped for a miracle.

*Louis' POV*

I'd been having neck pain since the incident. I couldn't figure out what it was. It wasn't your normal old achy neck pain. It wasn't like a kink in my neck or anything like that. It was more like my skin ached. It almost felt like my skin was burning, but only in those two exact same spots on either side of my neck. I rubbed the one side of my neck as I walked in my bedroom door. The skin there was killing me and I popped a few of the pain pills they'd prescribed me. I went to bed and woke up to a horrifying scream.

*Harry's POV*

I had noticed that my mouth had felt funny since the accident. It felt hard, like there was a protective coating over it. From what it was protecting I didn't know, but it almost felt like scales were covering the roof of my mouth. I unpacked everything and sat down to watch the telly. Louis had gone for a nap after taking those dreadful pain pills. I didn't like those pills they gave him for pain. I never have liked the idea of heavy medication for anyone and these pills made him pretty loopy at times. I felt an uncomfortable sensation in my stomach, an almost burning sensation. My stomach felt like something was scalding the inside of it. I didn't think anything of it; I thought it was just a cramp. That is, until a sudden urge to throw up hit me. I gagged, clapped a hand over my mouth and made a beeline for the bathroom. I threw open the door and knelt in front of the porcelain bowl. I bent over the toilet, gripped my hands on either side of the bowl and prepared for the unpleasant taste that I thought was about to hit my taste buds. I wasn't at all prepared for what actually came out of my mouth. I heaved as if to retch, but instead of vomit red hot flames spewed forth from my lips sizzling as they hit the water. I sprang back from the toilet as the flames singed the towels by it and I screamed loudly and shrilly. What had just happened? Had I actually just breathed out fire? Louis threw open the door with a scared, concerned look on his face and the first thing I noticed was his neck. Three bright red slits on either side of his neck opened and closed with each breathe he took. They looked like fish gills.

"Are you alright Harry?"He asked.

"Lou, you have gills."I said pointing a shaking finger towards his neck and his head snapped towards the mirror.

"Oh my God. Holy shit, I do."He said running his fingers along the skin flaps.

"I just breathed out fire."

"Is that why the towels are burning?"

"Precisely, that is why the towels are burning."We stood there for the longest time staring at our reflections. I burped out a torrent if flames a couple times and Lou's gills continued to move with every breathe he took.

"We can't go out in public like this."He said sighing."I have gills that move every time I breathe and you're belching out flames, not that I'm blaming you or anything. I know you can't control it, just like me."I nodded burping again and running my hands through my hair. How were we going to do this? I really didn't have a single clue, but I was confident we'd figure it out. I looked up as the lights began to flicker. What was going on with this place?

*Niall's POV*

I was standing in the kitchen looking for something to eat. The Hospital's food was nasty and I hadn't had a decent meal since two weeks ago. I leaned over to grab the milk, which had gone bad, off the shelf in my fridge and the light bulb started to flicker. I groaned, it was such a bitch to change those damn light bulbs. I grabbed another one and turned off the fridge light. I placed my hand on the counter near an outlet and a lightning like flash of energy jumped from the socket into my fingers. I pulled my hand back out of alarm, not pain, because it hadn't hurt. I'd actually kind of liked it, it had felt good, and that scared me more than anything. I reached in to grab the light bulb but as soon as my fingers came within a couple inches of it the light turned on. I stared at the off switch then back at my hand as it all began to click; the lightning from the socket that jumped into my hand and now the light bulb not turning off. I'd absorbed energy and now I was putting it back out. I was freaked out and I put my hand on the counter again. I saw the energy bounding out of the socket towards my hands but I didn't care. It felt nice to feel the energy flowing through my body and even when the lights began to flicker I didn't stop. I was too shocked at what was happening and the feeling was too soothing to be able to move.

*Liam's POV*

I looked up from my suitcase as the lights began to flicker and buzz. What was with the lights in this place? I made my way towards the circuit breaker to try and rectify the problem. However, Mother Nature called before I could even try to fix the electrical problems we seemed to be having. I tried to open the door but found it was locked, strange. I jiggled the handle getting a little angry that the bloody thing had somehow locked itself. I shook it one last time, groaning as it wouldn't open. I turned quickly and heard a loud cracking sound, like wood splintering. Something heavy and flat hit my back and I turned to see what it was.

“What was that?”I asked myself as I turned to a most unexpected sight. The bathroom door was leaning against my spine the round, silver door handle still clutched tightly in my hand. That's when the realisation hit me. I'd ripped the door from the doorframe. It was all me. Since when could I rip doors out of door frames? I lifted the door off my back with ease and threw it aside. The urge to go was suddenly gone as I looked from my hands to the splintered door frame. I spun on my heel making my way towards the kitchen. I put my hands on the counter and closed my eyes trying to make sense of what just happened. I dug my fingers into the counter and opened my eyes to find finger marks and cracked granite in front of me. I lifted my hands slowly; both my arms were shaking as I stared from one hand to the other. What was going on with me? I grabbed the fridge handle and tugged on it only to find the fridge door swinging open and the handle in my hand. What was happening? Why was it happening? Then it hit me, the gas. It must have mutated me or something. If it mutated me I knew it had to have happened to the other boys too. I set off to find out, first stop, Zayn's flat.