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I heard a loud crack echo, in the otherwise silent room, as I felt my breast bone break. Shatter would be a more accurate description. The pain was so intense and sudden I couldn’t even scream. My mouth was open, my eyes shut, my throat closed from all the air trying to be forced out at once to form a scream. I didn’t even have time to comprehend what was going on when I felt every single vertebrae dislodge, or dislocate. I don’t know, just that it hurt. Almost at the same time I felt my ribs breaking one at a time. And then....again. They all broke again. At this point I noticed that my entire being felt as if on fire. Like all the breaking bones wasn’t enough. Have you ever felt your muscles scream during an intense workout? Multiply that by 100. And again by 10. My fingers, and my toes, simultaneously, were breaking again and again. I opened my eyes to see what was actually happening to me. I couldn’t see much through my tears, in fact, what I did see made me think the tears were distorting my vision. My hand was stretched out. Not like I was reaching for something, more like an unnatural smear almost. It felt as if my bones were breaching my skin, constantly breaking with a stomach turning CCCRRAAACKKK!!! Over and over. I felt my hips break, and shift, and break again. I don’t remember how I wound up on the ground, probably after the first time my legs broke. The burning was so intense I was suicidal from it. I was willing to die right then just to alleviate this affliction. I was on fire from the inside out, it felt like. Just then KKKAAAAKKKKKAAAAKKKK!!!!!
I felt like I was just slammed in the mouth by a baseball bat. I felt my nose break, my teeth fall out, my jaw fall agape. Just no blood. Through all of this not one drop of blood. How can this be? Was I not just attacked? Am I currently not under attack? I have to be! But there’s no blood! What’s going on!? My eyes felt like they were swelling, fast. I thought they were going to burst out of my head! All I could hear besides my bones cracking and breaking, was a deafening tone. I tried to regain some composure, but it was in vain. There was no composing this kind of...pain. It felt like hours have passed, my entire body....broken. All of my will....shattered. Suddenly it stops. All the pain disappeared, as if it was never there. There was no residual pain, all gone. I can...hear...again. The sound is...crisp. I can hear the neighbors from two houses down talk about their child’s school grade, while he is blissfully unaware. Playing video games upstairs. How did I hear that? How did I just conclude where these people were off sound alone? I took a breath in through my nose and almost passed out from the overwhelming scents. True sensory overload. I tried to open my mouth and form the words “what happened?” But I couldn’t utter a sound. I reached up to feel my throat, my neck, and was alarmed at what I felt. I frantically hurried to the bathroom, the closest mirror. I stared at myself, unable to comprehend what I am looking at. First I noticed that I was covered in a fur....a soft, thick...fur. So soft. Once I was able to get past that I saw that my face wasn’t my own. It’s like I had a head transplant with a dog, or wolf, or something. I was substantially taller, and way more muscular. I took a look at my hands and my finger nails had grown impossibly long, and thick. They somehow turned black as well. I tried breaking them on the edge of the sink, but I only ended up ruining the sink. I’m thinking I’m on drugs, or I’m hallucinating again. I look myself in the eyes inside the mirror. Those bright golden eyes that stared back at me were not my own. It was at this point I was wondering “if this is real, if this is true, then shouldn’t I be unconscious? Effectively asleep while this body is controlled by nothing but the most basic of instincts? How am I still conscious? How am I still me?” I put my huge hand/paw thing on the mirror. Still staring at myself, I can’t help but feel so surreal. I move my hand back, my claws left marks. Suddenly, a feeling similar to panic sets in. Not panicking over the fact that I’m some sort of monster now, but panicking about being trapped. All of a sudden my home felt like a prison. A cage. I need out, I NEED TO GET OUT!! I try to run towards my nearest egress, but find the action was awkward and unnatural. Without thinking, I dropped down to all fours and barrelled out the door. The moon was so bright, it almost hurt my eyes. Relief replaced panic, as I felt I had escaped capture from a pursuer who wasn’t there. I didn’t get to enjoy this feeling, however, I noticed I was hungry. Yes, I am hungry.....I.....hunger......
I felt like I was just slammed in the mouth by a baseball bat. I felt my nose break, my teeth fall out, my jaw fall agape. Just no blood. Through all of this not one drop of blood. How can this be? Was I not just attacked? Am I currently not under attack? I have to be! But there’s no blood! What’s going on!? My eyes felt like they were swelling, fast. I thought they were going to burst out of my head! All I could hear besides my bones cracking and breaking, was a deafening tone. I tried to regain some composure, but it was in vain. There was no composing this kind of...pain. It felt like hours have passed, my entire body....broken. All of my will....shattered. Suddenly it stops. All the pain disappeared, as if it was never there. There was no residual pain, all gone. I can...hear...again. The sound is...crisp. I can hear the neighbors from two houses down talk about their child’s school grade, while he is blissfully unaware. Playing video games upstairs. How did I hear that? How did I just conclude where these people were off sound alone? I took a breath in through my nose and almost passed out from the overwhelming scents. True sensory overload. I tried to open my mouth and form the words “what happened?” But I couldn’t utter a sound. I reached up to feel my throat, my neck, and was alarmed at what I felt. I frantically hurried to the bathroom, the closest mirror. I stared at myself, unable to comprehend what I am looking at. First I noticed that I was covered in a fur....a soft, thick...fur. So soft. Once I was able to get past that I saw that my face wasn’t my own. It’s like I had a head transplant with a dog, or wolf, or something. I was substantially taller, and way more muscular. I took a look at my hands and my finger nails had grown impossibly long, and thick. They somehow turned black as well. I tried breaking them on the edge of the sink, but I only ended up ruining the sink. I’m thinking I’m on drugs, or I’m hallucinating again. I look myself in the eyes inside the mirror. Those bright golden eyes that stared back at me were not my own. It was at this point I was wondering “if this is real, if this is true, then shouldn’t I be unconscious? Effectively asleep while this body is controlled by nothing but the most basic of instincts? How am I still conscious? How am I still me?” I put my huge hand/paw thing on the mirror. Still staring at myself, I can’t help but feel so surreal. I move my hand back, my claws left marks. Suddenly, a feeling similar to panic sets in. Not panicking over the fact that I’m some sort of monster now, but panicking about being trapped. All of a sudden my home felt like a prison. A cage. I need out, I NEED TO GET OUT!! I try to run towards my nearest egress, but find the action was awkward and unnatural. Without thinking, I dropped down to all fours and barrelled out the door. The moon was so bright, it almost hurt my eyes. Relief replaced panic, as I felt I had escaped capture from a pursuer who wasn’t there. I didn’t get to enjoy this feeling, however, I noticed I was hungry. Yes, I am hungry.....I.....hunger......
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