George's mouth opened wide as a silent scream filled the room. He watched in horror as his fingers twisted and looped around each other.
His wrist contorted in hellish shapes as if the very bones themselves were colliding and splitting. The worst thing about it was that he felt it all.
Every crunch and crack his bones made.
Every muscle fiber that tore and snapped.
The skin itself wriggled around like a dying animal. He tried screaming but the air refused to enter his body.
Soon the pain began to subside as he closed his eyes. Darkness blanketed him in its soft embrace. It felt so welcoming in the dark. So calm. The memories of pain he had experienced mere moments ago seemed to feel like distant cries to him.
Slowly he opened his eyes, witnessing the aftermath of whatever had just happened to him.
As he picked himself up he immediately noticed the large amounts of hair on his hands. It was dark and curled in all directions, it was like he had superglued several tufts of black cotton to his hand.
"What the hell?" He said under his breath, marveling at the change.
The next thing he noticed were the tips of his fingers. His nails had grown to impossible length. Their sharpened point made them almost seem like daggers.
He slowly closed his hand into a fist. He almost immediately felt a small tinge of pain as his new nails poked at his palm.
Okay, at least my hand still functions like a hand. He thought.
He unfurled his fist, flexing his fingers before taking a moment to get accustomed to them.
He wanted to know how sharp they were, how far they could cut, who they could cut.
"There's got to be a way to test these.." He said, glancing over at the couch. Its upholstery glittering in the orange light.
Knowing that nobody else was around, George raised his hand high. He could feel the air dig into the underside of his nails as they tore through the greyish white spiral.
Huh, clean marks George thought, surprised at how little effort it took.
Excited, George continued to hack up the poor couch, its springs crying out in pain as its stuffing flew all about the room.
Soon the entire room was blanketed in a wash of brilliant white fuzz and greyish white fabric. In the middle of it stood George, a crazed smile on his face.
He stood there among the wreckage of what used to be a living room. While George was pleased with the sharpness, there was something missing. He needed to truly test his limits.
Another vision flashed before his eyes. It was of a tall mismatched metal door. Before him were two words: DED ED. He could almost feel the blood painted on the door as he reached out his hand towards it.
In another flash, the vision was gone and George smiled, his wild teeth laid bare.
George knew what he had to do. Let's kick the shit out of DED ED. He walked towards the wooden door that separated him from the outside world, claws at the ready.
George took one final look around the ruined apartment before smiling.
"Goodbye forever….I guess"
The room fell silent as wood splintered to the ground, George's shadow waiving back as he left.
Chapter 13 [Metamorphosis] end.