Absent-mindedly Transformed.

Never, for once, had he imagined something as gruesome as this would happen to him. His eyes trembled in their sockets while gaping at Marie fearfully. 

Jinx at that moment was overwhelmed with fear and his body shivered violently like a drenched cat. Marie, on the other hand, didn't seem concerned about his fearful gaze—after all, he is going to die tonight in a short while. 

“Delicious!” she gushed satisfactorily as she took a bite from the fleshy, hot and bloody organ. “You're… the serial killer?” Jinx asked faintly with blood accompanying his every word. He winced silently in pain; his body feels too feeble to cry for help—his eyes are getting drowsy, and he's aware he'll pass out any moment for now. Then again, Jinx didn't want to die; he can't die here, not in this way. 

Marie, done devouring his kidney, ran her slimy tongue all over her stained lips. “Yeah. Surprised, Mr. Armstrong?” she smiled widely but lethally. “You don't have to answer that, you're going to die soon anyway”

Suddenly, she swayed her left hand brutally on his right eye, causing a lot of blood to gush out due to her sharp claws. Out of impulse, his feet accidentally pressed against the car pedal and of course, it accelerated. 

Marie almost lost her balance and fell off the seat, she growled at him. “What the fuck do you think you're trying to do! Just stay still and die painfully!” Again she attempted to shove her hand into his body, but Jinx took the wheel—he pressed the pedal hard with his other hand, trying to steer the wheel. If he can get the car to the nearest police station or to a public place, then he might get saved. 

Those were his thoughts as he drove, although Marie continuously tried to kill him. He swayed his head forward and fortunately avoided her deadly claws again. “Die already…!” Marie, maddened with desire, hurled herself at him—most of her victims never put up a fight. They always stay motionless and get eaten. Then why is he so different? 

What the hell does he badly want to live for? He did move his head out of the way, but got his left cheek clawed. “Fuck” he whispered painstakingly then faced the road. 

Unfortunately, Jinx wasn't concentrating while driving, so he didn't notice the massive tree in their path. Before he could swerve the car to safety, it already collided harshly with the tree. 

“Ah…!!!” a boisterous scream elicited from Marie's lips. The car crash was so violent, she bashed her head right on the windshield; her skull got cracked due to the impact with the trunks. 

Luckily, Jinx was saved by the airbag, but lost consciousness immediately. 

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“Get the transplant ready!” The unruly order of a doctor was heard as the patient got wheeled quickly into the emergency room. His face was currently enclosed with a sheet while being conveyed, but his blood ran down his abdomen, dripping on the floor. 

“But doctor?” the nurse yelled in opposition. “We can't find a suitable donor and…”

“The girl who was with him; she's a perfect donor”

“But she's died!”

“Her organs are still fresh—prepare for a transplant. We must save this young man's life”.

“Doctor? What about his parents? Or relatives or friends or…?” The nurse tried to reason logically with the surgeon, but he was having none of it. “His life or some shitty paperwork? Choose! Now prepare for the transplant!”

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Bashing through the door like a deranged lunatic, Leonard breathed heavily. Behind him were three nurses who were trying to stop him from getting through the doctor. “Who are you?” the doctor—Mr. Lionel, asked with a furrowed eyebrow. “We're truly sorry for…”

“I'm Leonardo Christen! Jinx Armstrong's friend!” Leo declared gallantly while walking in. A small but short smile appeared on Lionel's lips afterward. He dismissed the nurses, then offered Leo a seat. Despite that, Leo definitely isn't desiring that. "Cut the bullshit you darn doc! Where is Jinx? He was involved in a terrible accident, where is he? Why can't I see him, huh? Tell me!” Leonard barked ragingly at Lionel, who seemed relaxed. Quietly, he brought out a file and placed it on the door. 

“Have a seat, then we'll converse like mature males” he uttered calmly. Heaving a deep sigh, Leo settled on the chair across Lionel.

They were both engulfed in silence for some seconds before he broke it. “Tell me, you darn doc, what the fuck happened? The cops told me he was taken to this hospital and when I asked to meet him, my request was denied. Why? Moreover, the accident was fucking bloody, is Jinx alright?” Leo questioned all at once. “All those questions and you want me to answer…”

“All at the same time! Goddamn it! Stop keeping me in anxiety and spill. Is Jinx okay?” he asked, more loudly this time around. After a few seconds of silence, Lionel spoke. “Are you his friend?”

“Yeah. His only friend, so you can understand how fucked up I'm feeling” he muttered bitterly—the fact that he couldn't save Jinx, is literally killing him. What kind of friend is he really?

“Well about Jinx Armstrong, he's in a stable condition now” he responded, making Leo exhale in relief. “But…” Lionel's tone got serious real quick. “But what?”

“Jinx Armstrong had his left kidney ripped unbelievably yet violently from his body. A transplant was needed to save his life, and the only available donor was the deceased Marie Vermilion. Furthermore, his left eye might not function perfectly since his retina was damaged beyond repair”

“Marie? Deceased?” Leo repeated in disbelief—Marie truly died in the car accident, huh?

“Yes. She's dead, but unknowingly saved Mr. Armstrong's life. Now, the only problem at hand is that Mr. Armstrong might have the tendency to go into a state of comatose; when he'll be awake, we're unaware. He might regain unconsciousness, perhaps a week or even two years from now”.