DALTON'S POV
"You can't do this to our boy!" My mom yelled sobbing.
"Honey, it's for his good!"
Those were the last words I heard from my both parents and of course, the last time I saw their faces. Left for my mom I would have remained in the house with my rare condition.
You see, at just four I was pushed out of the house to live with my father's friend, Uncle Jethro, who lived outside the city in the most isolated and deepest woods in the country. my dad not for once told me the reason not even my mom also could share.
"Once you turn five, you will thank me for this definitely", my dad once told me.
I'm 28 now and I haven't seen any reason to celebrate my dad for pushing me out of the house at such a tender age. I grew up with Uncle Jethro and know him as a father.
My mom never visited, not even once and I lived like I fell from the sky to my uncle since men don't get pregnant.
It wasn't an easy experience, I learned in the most difficult way. You see Uncle Jethro owns a secret agency that has its web woven in every path of the world, a kind of ridiculous body that eliminates people at any given point. Once any name gets on their list, an assured death is certain, with no escape route for the victim of cause.
They haven't . . . . . . . . . they?. . . . . . lol
We haven't had any failed operations since we began and that has set the institution at a higher pace, paving the way for it among rich elites that pay amounts the mouth gets tired of calling.
I started my training from the first day I stepped my feet into the association, no secrets or meetings were withheld from me, my age wasn't a barrier and I lived amongst the most dreadful assassins in the world fearlessly.
My uncle said I'm a bright one, he might not be far from the truth. I was always quick to comprehend the different things I was taught, ranging from different martial skills, bomb arrangement, use of weapons, and other treacherous acts.
I started my training right from my fourth year when my dad pushed me out, I was strong-hearted, fearless, and bold due to where I finally found myself.
I started learning different styles in martial arts like Karate, Taekwondo, Judo, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, Muay Thai, and finally boxing. Uncle Jethro has highly trained professionals with hardened hearts, mercilessly training me like I was some kind of adult. I guess that alone contributed to my brutality.
The training process wasn't easy, there were times I got beaten with blood falling off my body and some days I stayed up practicing throughout the night. Even though my hands bleed out, Jinhua will never tell me to stop or rest for some time. I was trained with an iron rod that eventually got absorbed into my little body and when I turned five I was so good that I got allocated to missions along with the big cats.
At six, I experienced the most painful transformation of my life, it was like I was going to die in the next minute. My entire body was in agony, and for the first time in my little world, I knew grievous pain in the hardest way, not even my training process could be equal to it. Maybe this was what my dad wanted me to know, even when his timing was wrong. He was in a haste to get rid of me anyway.
It happened in the night, a dedicated period when pagans danced under the bright moon appreciating their gods for the so many blessings they had received. Uncle Jethro and his boys went to watch the exciting moment while only I was locked inside. Just the moment I thought I had finally found a new family.
I sat on my chair staring at the happy moment everyone was having except me, I felt sorry for myself in an instant. My family has rejected me and the people I once saw as part of my life, have also turned their backs on me, I saw Jinhua looking at the mansion from where he sat, and finally, our eyes met. He stared for a second and turned briskly like I wasn't what he sought.
I felt cold tears dropping down my chin, I rubbed them off quickly. I wasn't meant to cry, it is a serious training I'm undergoing and I need to please Uncle Jethro by all means. Even after consoling myself, I felt denied again, I just left the window and lay down on my bed crying quietly.
For 30 minutes I lay on my stomach shading tears in total sorrow, not even when I was thrown out of the house did I feel such amount of pain, this one was intense and it struck my heart heavily leaving me very weak and helpless, I couldn't even feel my body anymore.
Like I was communicating with someone in my heart, I felt things moving in my body all of a sudden, every part of me was in motion at their own will. I didn't know when I got to my feet and the next thing I saw was unbelievable.
My legs got so bold and longer that, in a second it snapped out of place and formed hind legs, fear gripped me tightly. I saw claws growing out of my toenails, black and long.
I was completely taken aback as I watched my own body take scary shapes without my consent.
I looked outside the window trying to shout for help but no voice came out and the only thing I could hear was a deep scary voice out of my cavity, no words were formed from it. Unfortunately for me I tried forcing the words but howled instead, as if I had done the abominable, I covered my mouth quickly looking scared.
With my hands on my mouth, I saw how it grew out aggressively, my fingers snapped out and restructured, now longer with sharp claw tips . . . . .what is this?
That was the only word going through my mind, I looked again and again and I was turning to another being in a split second. Hair from nowhere engulfed my whole body leaving no part out, my face started peeling off, more excruciating pain lept into my system and I could feel my teeth falling off at the same time, and boom! Fangs.
What!, I felt the fangs, they were long and very sharp, I moved closer to the mirror before me, Hombre Lobo?
I was like the werewolf movie I watched, I remembered what my mom normally says, that some movies can possess someone's soul anytime she didn't want me to watch werewolf movies.
Am I now the someone's soul? I stood before the mirror in total disbelief. The pain was over and I could sense another inciting from within me, I couldn't bear it and it was like I wasn't in control of the new me.
I obeyed quickly not wanting to experience another painful change. I removed the curtain aggressively, with fierce yellow eyes like that of fire facing the full moon and I howled powerfully with all the strength in me.
It was like I was in another world, and I was enjoying every bit of it, it was another experience I can boast about and declare the best so far in my 28 years of existence.
PG 5