LOGINCalen was a benchwarmer on the university swim team, someone who never actually competed. The captain, Karl, was everything he wasn’t, a campus golden boy. Three records broken. A new girlfriend every other week. One night, Calen realized he’d left something behind and went back to the locker room. That was when he heard it. Ragged breathing. Strained, barely held back. And beneath it… the slow, awful sound of metal bending under pressure. He pushed the door open. Karl stood with his back to him. His bare muscles writhed beneath his skin, moving wrong, his spine standing out in sharp ridges. His fingers were dug deep into the steel locker, nails tearing through metal, leaving long, brutal gouges. The air was thick with the smell of blood… and something wild. Predatory. Karl snapped around. His eyes burned gold in the dark. Blood stained the corner of his mouth, and when he bared his teeth, the canines were far too long. Far too sharp. He ran. He barely took two steps before something crashed into him from behind, slamming him to the floor. Karl’s weight pinned him down, his body radiating heat… too hot, almost painful. A low voice brushed his ear. “You saw something you weren’t meant to see.” “I won’t say anything….” Karl lowered his head, his nose grazing his neck as he inhaled slowly, deeply. “…You smell fucking irresistible.”
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I pushed the locker room door open and walked straight into a nightmare.
Karl stood in the center of the room, his hands buried deep inside a steel locker. Not *on* it. *Inside* it. The metal screamed as it folded inward under his grip, bending like aluminum foil. Blood dripped from his knuckles onto the white tiles below, each drop echoing in the silence. I stopped breathing. My brain tried to make sense of what I was seeing, but it kept stuttering on one stupid, impossible thought:
“Lockers aren’t supposed to bend.”
Then I saw the rest of him.
His back was to me, bare and slick with sweat, but something about it was wrong. His muscles moved beneath his skin in ways they shouldn’t… rippling, shifting, like something underneath was trying to claw its way out. His spine stood out in sharp ridges, each bone pronounced and animal. The air reeked of copper and something else. Something I didn’t have a name for. Wild and hungry.
Karl went still.
Then he turned around.
His eyes hit me first… burning gold in the dim fluorescent light, nothing human left in them. Blood stained the corner of his mouth, dark and fresh. When his lips pulled back, I saw teeth. Canines too long, too sharp, made for tearing and killing.
We stared at each other.
My thoughts scattered like broken glass. This was Karl Brennan. Captain of the university swim team. The guy who’d broken three records this year alone. The golden boy everyone worshipped… coaches, teammates, random girls who hung around practice just to watch him cut through the water. He was perfect. The kind of person who made life look easy, who collected admirers like other people collected loose change.
And I was nothing.
A benchwarmer. The guy who showed up to practice, did the drills, and never once got called to compete. I was background noise. Half the team probably didn’t even know my name. I’d accepted that a long time ago. I wasn’t bitter about it… just realistic. People like Karl existed in one world, and people like me existed in another, and those worlds didn’t touch.
Except now they had.
The absurdity of it hit me hard enough to make me dizzy. Of all the people who could’ve walked in here, it had to be me. The guy nobody noticed. The guy nobody cared about. Karl had everything… power, fame, control over every room he walked into. Why the hell would someone like him need to be… this? What was he hiding from? What was he hiding as?
I almost laughed.
Then I remembered why I was here.
I’d come back for my phone. That was it. That was the only reason I’d pushed through that door instead of heading home like everyone else. I’d left it in my locker after practice, and I’d turned around halfway to the parking lot because I knew I’d need it in the morning. Something so small. If I’d just kept walking, I wouldn’t be standing here right now and be staring at a monster wearing my captain’s face.
But I was.
And he was staring back.
Reality crashed into me all at once. Karl took a step forward, slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on mine. My body moved before my brain caught up. I spun around and ran.
I didn’t make it two steps.
Something massive slammed into me from behind, and the world tilted violently. My chest hit the floor hard enough to knock the air out of my lungs, and then Karl’s weight came down on top of me, pinning me in place. I couldn’t move or breathe. He was too strong, and heavy, and the heat pouring off his body was wrong… burning, suffocating, like standing too close to a fire.
I tried to push up, to twist away, but his hand pressed down between my shoulder blades and held me there effortlessly.
“Please…” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper.
Karl leaned down, his mouth close to my ear. When he spoke, his voice was low and controlled, almost calm. But underneath it, I heard something else. Something sharp.
“You saw something you weren’t meant to see.”
My heart hammered against the floor. “I won’t… I won’t say anything. I swear. I’ll forget this ever happened…”
“Oh! Really?”
His breath was hot against my neck. I felt him shift, felt the weight of him settle more firmly against my back, trapping me completely. Panic clawed up my throat. I’d seen enough movies to know how this went. The guy who saw too much didn’t get to walk away. He didn’t get a second chance.
I was going to die here.
On the locker room floor, pinned under the golden boy everyone loved, and nobody would ever know why.
“Please,” I tried again, hating how my voice cracked. “Please, I…”
Karl lowered his head.
His nose brushed the side of my neck, and I went rigid. He inhaled slowly, deeply, like he was breathing me in. My pulse thundered in my ears. I waited for the pain… for teeth sinking into skin, for everything to go dark.
But it didn’t come.
Instead, Karl went very, very still.
Then he laughed.
It was quiet, almost surprised, and it sent ice racing down my spine.
“You smell fucking irresistible.”
I didn’t understand. Couldn’t process the words. They didn’t make sense… not here, not now, not from him. But the way he said it, low, rough and hungry, made something in me scream to run even though I was already trapped.
His hand slid up from my back to the base of my neck, fingers curling possessively around the back of my skull. He held me there, his thumb pressing against the rapid flutter of my pulse.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
I couldn’t answer. My mouth wouldn’t work.
Karl’s grip tightened just slightly… not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me he could. “I asked you a question.”
“Calen,” I choked out. “My name’s Calen.”
“Calen,” he repeated, like he was tasting it. Then, quieter, almost to himself: “I’ve seen you at practice.”
That shocked me more than anything else. He’d noticed me?
“You’re the one who never talks to people,” Karl continued. His voice had changed… still dangerous, and wrong, but there was something else in it now. Curiosity, and amusement. “The benchwarmer.”
Shame burned through the fear. Even now, even like this, that’s all I was to him.
“Yeah,” I whispered. “That’s… me.”
Karl was quiet for a long moment. His thumb traced a slow circle against my neck, and I shivered despite the heat radiating from him. When he finally spoke again, his voice had dropped even lower.
“Do you know what happens to people who see what you just saw, Calen?”
I closed my eyes. “You kill them.”
“Smart.”
My stomach dropped.
“But you…” Karl trailed off, leaning in closer. His lips brushed the shell of my ear, and I felt his smile. “You’re different.”
I didn’t know what that meant. Didn’t know if it was better or worse. All I knew was that I was still breathing, still alive, and that had to count for something.
“What are you going to do to me?” I managed.
Karl pulled back just enough to look down at me. I couldn’t see his face, but I felt his gaze burning into the back of my head.
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