'Shit!' Brylle freezes in his place, terrified by the person- no, calling it a person was no longer a viable option for him. Animal, Beast? that's more fitting.
He breathes heavily while desperately trying to rationalize his thoughts, but his fear is taking over him. The loud sounds of mechanism outside are not helping him.
'Should I run? But he might catch up. I'll fight then? But would I win?'
Various different thoughts and procedures rushed through his mind. No one was around, who would walk at a dark alleyway at 6:25pm? Not even the construction workers outside would. However, he was running out of time.
In an instant, the creature lunged towards Brylle, who luckily dodged it by the hair of his breath. Brylle fell down to his knees as he manages to grab his bag and successfully hit the hobo as it pounced on him for a second time, effectively stunning the creature for a little while.
With all his might, he runs away with his bag in his hand. The tight, short and suffocating alleyway seems to become even longer in his vision as he focuses on the light at the end of the path.
But just as he was about to reach that very same light, he was pinned down by the creature.
'It's fast!' Brylle thought, shaken by the creature currently on top of him. It was smiling sinisterly at him, as if it's enjoying the moment while mocking him. The creature took a big bite at the base of his shoulder, deeply burrowing his metallic, shark-like teeth.
Brylle screams reflexively at the excruciating pain he felt just now. He wanted someone to hear that scream but the loud sound of construction muffled out his attempt.
Still, the hobo ran away for some reason, maybe as to not take any risk and jumps from the ground to the roof of a 2-story building with ease.
Brylle stands up slowly but quickly rushed home while limping and covering his trapezius. Good thing his parents are still at work. He swiftly ran towards his room and sit's on the chair in front of his computer, still trying to process what exactly happened earlier. He knew his day was shitty, but this was the shittiest day he ever had.
After he patched up the deep wound that he got, he lies on his bed to think. He stares into the ceiling of his room filled with books, anime figurines, and posters.
'If you do get infected by a Twister, which is a lot of trouble, always, always, always remember! Just kill yourself!'
He still remembered James Dober's enthusiastic way of telling his procedures, this was the fourth and last one of them. The thing he once considered a fantasy is now a reality and it's coming to get him just as he fall slowly into despair. He knows that it's real but is having a very hard time believing it. The first stage of grief, Denial.
'Maybe it's just a crazy dude and I just ate too much chicken Ronalds-'
'-The stench of that alleyway is enough to make anyone crazy-'
'-Yeah it must be that right? It must be that-'
'-I'll just sleep this away. It's just a bad dream it'll go away.'
Then, he falls fast asleep as soon as he closes his eyes. It didn't last long though, as a sharp pain in his mouth prevented him from sleeping.
"AGH!" he grunted reflexively in response to the pain. His entire mouth is throbbing in pain, its as if his teeth is being forcibly plucked out by a dentist. Quickly and with panic, he stood up and saw a tooth fall off, and then a second one.
He rushes to the bathroom downstairs and stared at himself in the big mirror. He's having trouble even to flash his teeth, that's how much pain he's enduring right now. Forcibly, he flashed his teeth unto himself and saw all of his teeth gone accompanied with a pool of blood.
"!!!"
He spits all of the blood in his mouth into the sink, and takes a further look at his mouth through the mirror. Slowly, he saw pointy teeth slowly spring up like a mole from his upper and lower jaw accompanied by the pain he felt intensifying even further. He kneels to the ground while holding his mouth, gripping the toilet as he endures the excruciating amount of pain.
After the hellish pain he felt at his mouth, his entire body followed. He couldn't take the amount of pain his body was receiving, hence he passed out with his head dipped on the toilet.
"Mommy, what's that?" A much younger Brylle points at the TV showing a man arrested for killing women and taking their skin.
"Oh, that's a bad man! Mom helped the authorities put that baddy in prison!" She boasts proudly.
"Whoa, you're awesome Mom!" the kid exclaimed with sparkly eyes, amazed by his mother's feat.
"Heh, What did you expect?" she boasts even further.
"So Brylle, always be good alright? Else, Mom's gonna have to put you in prison! Okay? Brylle? Answer me! Brylle? Hey Brylle?-"
"Brylle!" he faintly hears his mother's cry as he notices his head dipped in the toilet. He stands up sloppily as he hears the door banging constantly with his mom still shouting for his name. Looks like his parents are home, but he can't open the door yet since there's blood all over the place.
"Hey Brylle! Are you alright? Brylle!" shouted his Mom with concern.
"I- I'm alright Mom" he shouts back in response.
"Oh, thank God. What are you doing there? I heard thuds and crashes!"
"Oh, uh, masturbating! and, uh- I can't open the door because it's everywhere!" he came up with whatever reason his brain gave him. He expected his mom to get angry, but to his surprise she turned out to be open-minded when it comes to these things-
"Told ya!" A response from dad followed.
"Oh! U-Um, that explains a lot-" he hears her mom whisper through the door. "T-take your time then, you're a growing kid after all! Make sure to eat dinner after you- clean up- yeah I'm leaving- (boys are so bold these days-)"
"T-Thanks mom." He replied. He takes one final look at the mirror, nothing seemed to have changed, he's just covered with blood that flowed from his mouth. He flashed his teeth in the mirror to confirm it. Here, there's no mistaking it. Metallic, shark-like teeth replaced his pearly-white set of teeth, which was now covered in blood scattered everywhere on the ground.
He stared blankly at his own teeth in the ground, still trying to deny the reality. Leaving the bathroom he just cleaned up, he rushed straight towards his room once again to sit and sigh. Help was something he needed and wanted, someone- no, anyone would do. But who would help him when they see him? He was sure that they would run rather than help him.
Despair filled him once again as tears fell down from his eyes, unsure of what will happen to him from now.
Then, he concentrates. He tried thinking up of a possible solution.
'Concentrate, concentrate' he would tell to himself.
Suddenly, he felt something crawl from his neck up to his cheeks.
'It's a bug' the thought of it made him panickily rub his neck and cheeks to fend the bug off. This 16-year old apparently hates bugs.
However, instead of bugs, he felt multiple bumps from his cheeks. He swiftly brushed his cheeks to make sure, and it seemed to never go away. He look at the window and a faint image of him could be seen. His pupils turned into a crimson red hue, and his neck had large, blackish veins that would lead all the way up to his temples.
His schlera (white part of the eye) was painted a dark-grey color and he felt his hair and fur shoot up like they were just electrocuted.
He had no time to be confused, as his hearing picked up multiple different sounds, from the television show that his mom was watching to the breaking of rocks and mechanism from the construction site from where he was bitten. His ears throbbed from the pain as he covers it to rid himself of the sound.
His vision was able to penetrate through and wall, able to perceive his mom watching that television downstairs. He was also able to see something from far away as if they were up close, like Bene, Paul and Sayaka walking together towards his house then ringing the bell.
"Oh, no, no, no, not now!" he anxiously says. His friends and mom seeing his current condition would be bad, so he needs to find a way to hide it-
Mom opened the door and was surprised of the company.
"Oh, it's my three favorite kids! Are you looking for Brylle today?" his mom cheerfully asked.
"Yes auntie, we just want apologize to him because I think we went a little too far on teasing him today-" replied Sayaka while carrying chocolates and other snacks.
"Oh, sure! KEN! COME DOWN HERE! YOUR FRIENDS WANTS TO SEE YOU!" mom shouted, but he didn't respond.
"Sorry about him, he just finished masturbating in the sink-" Dad shouts to them.
"Pardon?" Asked Paul and Bene while laughing when Brylle suddenly butted in clothed with a hoodie and a mask.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! That's enough! I'm right here!" he shouts before his mom pinches him for it.
"Don't shout out! We're not 10 miles away!" her mother scolds him, to which he nodded in response.
"Let's just, get out of here first-" he told them before grabbing Sayaka's hands and wandering away from the house aimlessly.