Chapter 4 – Transformation

It had taken twenty minutes to get home on foot, he had started off fast but he had started to feel weird, as hot as could be. A burning emitting through his body. He staggered into his bathroom. He put on a cold bath. Tripping he caught himself on the sink, he looked in the mirror to see skin was moving unnaturally. His back felt a sharp stabbing of pain, things were trying to get out of it, trying to tear through the skin. He felt something come up from his body, it came out his mouth, a dark purple.

James struck the sink and it broke apart. Orb of flesh seemed to congregate to his face, they morphed into eyes. A new feeling of power carved itself into his body and at that time eight dark legs shot from his back and into the ground. James looked at himself with disgust in the mirror.

"This feels refreshing," a voice came from his mouth, but he hadn't said it. James watched as the new legs contracted and the being that used to be him leave. He no longer had control over the body. "Shhh, just accept it. This is my body now." He went out of the bathroom and out to the hallway.

The door burst opened and two people came in calmly. "Hands up," the girl said pointing a gun squarely at his face. The man next to her held a strange mist around him.

"Fine, I've gone through the conversion. We are on the same side," James' body stated.

"No, you are a failed experiment." The man said.

"Why, I am so powerful now. How am I a failure."

"You exist; therefore, you are a failure. You are pathetic." James' body took this personally and rushed at the man only for the mist to pin him in the air. "See, pathetic. The only thing you are useful for is entertainment. Sarah, take him to the arena, I need a drink."

"Yes sir." The girl punched him and he fell unconscious.