Chapter 9

Micheal rushed to Chris, who was kneeling on the ground with his face bowed.

"Chris, relax," Michael said as he stroked his back. "Take it easy."

"Don't tell me to calm down. Why does it have to be this painful? Please, "he groaned. "Make it stop."

Chris's bones were fracturing and rearranging into new forms, and he felt like he was being butchered. He would do anything to stop this unbearable pain.

He looked down at his hands; hideous claws were stretching out of his fingers. Inside his mouth, his canines ached, like a child growing its first tooth, and he felt an overwhelming urge to bite flesh. When he closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them, they glowed gold.

With force, Chris pushed Michael off of him, and Michael flew across the room, hitting his head against the back wall and crumbling to the floor. Michael reached to touch the back of his head, and his fingers returned covered in blood. His eyes shut as he swam in the ocean of pain.

Chris growled, and Micheal opened h