Flintwood's once pail skin turned a darker shade of red as an enormous amount steam rose off of him. His chest drenched in sweat rose and fell as quickly as he breathed. He spasmed in his chains that rattled like windows hit by a fierce wind. Under his skin Flintwood's veins coiled and contracted like snakes. His thick veins swelled just as every muscles on his body did to a size that could crush a persons skull between his muscles with ease.
The sudden growth broke the chains binding him scattering them around the room. As the changes progressed so to did the delirium and the pain. The only things keeping him from thrashing about in agony were the iron spikes and meteorite shackles that still bound his body. Tears fell down Flintwood's contorting face as the changes continued to alter every part of his body.
Thick red scales harder then any plate armor replaced his skin while ebony black finger nails protruded into the stone floor that he griped with enough force to crack the ground beneath him and crush it into dust. To enduring the painful transformation Flintwood clenched his teeth tight, but as the pain grew so to did his bite. Cracks formed on his teeth till they shattered into a bloody mess that ran like a river down his throat and onto the floor.
But it didn't stop there because the transformation process was a complete one. As the broken remains of Flintwood's teeth fell Flintwood's lips parted and out from the gums Jagged shark like teeth jotted outward. Flintwood's Jaw dislocated and grew to fit the new set. His once brown eyes became as wide as a fishes and glowed a crimson red.
The moment Flintwood's lips parted open out came a bestial scream. This scream was deep and primal its pitch was high enough to shatter glass, but at the same time was a wet gurgle that made hairs stand on end. With the walls unable to contain its might his voice spread through the halls along with the rest of the facility.
Guards stopped their march while prisoners awoke from their slumber. There was confusion all throughout the compound. Some didn't know what it was others knew the sound of that scream to well. Those were the lucky few that escaped the horror before those were the few that didn't want to relive those days again. Those who shut it out, stepped back only to fall scared to a monster that wasn't even there.
Fully transformed what was bound in the room was not just Flintwood it was a creature spoken about in horror during the night, seen as a plague, and enemy to all mankind. What Flintwood had become was blasphemy a beast forever shunned from gods grace and one who's hunger shall never know satisfaction. What Flintwood had become was a lanshi.
In these moments when Flintwood was more beast then man tears mixed with the blood that had spilled out of him because as the beast fought to claim his body it failed to completely seize his mind. This is why Flintwood cried not from sorrow or pain, but from the joy knowing that at the end he didn't truly lose and got to die as a man instead of a monster.
"What was that? ... Hay!, Flintwood you still there?".
Nathaniel was scared and worried he had no Idea what was going on in Flintwood's cell relief only came when Flintwood spoke to him.
"I'm here, but not for long its eating away at me faster then ever before".
When Flintwood spoke it sounded somewhat sloppy and monstrous its as if each word is caught between a wet hissing snarl. Nathaniel caught this sudden difference and asked, "what happened to your voice?".
"Its hard to speak, so shut up and listen. Whatever you do with this power I'm going to give you I don't care how its used just have the decency to kill yourself before you no longer have the luxury and remember because this is important. I don't know if this is just because we all have shit luck but those with the curse are destined to meet each other. Try as you like to avoid destiny it just has a way of happening".
With his journey at an end it was time for Flintwood to pass his burden off to another. Bound to his cell Flintwood struggled to set himself free. With one powerful jerk Flintwood's entire cell rumbled. From Nathaniel's perspective it soulded like an explosion erupted from Flintwood cell. But to Flintwood what he had done was nothing special at all.
A cloud of dust mixed with the smoke and steam in the air as Flintwood ripped his arms free from the wall. His broken arms hang limp beside him with gushing holes of blood that fully showed torn muscle and shattered bone. Both his arms were clearly crippled beyond repair and would stay that way for most, but Flintwood is not like most men. What others call a fatal injury he calls a flesh wound. He is an impossibility made possible a cursed child of the sea that wields its legacy.
With a twitch of his muscles Flintwood's body began to bloat further this time more like a pufferfish. The extreme strain caused the collar around his neck the same device that dampened his powers to crack then explode into dozens of chunks. With the power dampener gone little could stop Flintwood now.
His arms were in tatters but that meant little to him now. With little effort on his part all of Flintwood's blood stopped flowing and receded back into him.
In an amazing display of explosive regeneration Flintwood's wounds healed in seconds his broken bones were restored stronger then before, muscles stitched themselves together and skin regrew. With his arms restored Flintwood ripped out the other spikes imbedded in his body. His body repaired itself just like before and without having to worry about tomorrow he used his abilities freely.
Slowly Flintwood rose from the floor each step forward cracked the pavement from his tremendous weight. At the cell door Flintwood placed his palm upon it only to have it burn as thorough it were on fire. The pain was insignificant to him it all was now.
As he moved to clench his fist his long finger nails cut into the metal door slicing through with ease leaving deep gashes on its frame. With his arm reeled back he struck out with tremendous force. With one blow the steel door bent inward and contorted as it was blasted away and imbedded inside the wall on the other side.
The light from the hallway landed on him clearly displaying his new form. With a large stride Flintwood stepped out into the empty hallway where he was met with- .
"FIRE".
A rocket straight in the face.