The bus pulled away from the bus stop. The guy that stood on the sidewalk now looked around. The summer air was warm, although it was early in the night. He crossed the street and began walking to his friends house.
Tony lived a block from the bus stop. His house was old, almost neglected. The front door had no lock, the basement door was nowhere to be found. The grass on the lawn was brown and crisp. A group of friends stood on the porch of the house. Tony turned to look down the street. "Jay!" he called. "What took so long?"
"I missed the first bus, dude." Jay called back.
Before he got to Tony's place, he popped a few more pills into his mouth and swallowed them, washing them down with a half empty water bottle. Jay's palms were sweaty, and his fingers had faint red stains from the pills and sweat.
In what seemed like a blink of his eyes, he was standing in Tony's kitchen. A group of friends stood around Jay, all of them holding cans or red plastic cups.
"Hey, are you okay?" a voice asked. Jay looked around, unsure of who asked. He ignored the question, pushed past everyone, and headed for the basement. Another blink and he found himself sitting on the couch. A thick pall of smoke hung in the basement, blurring Jay's vision.
"Fuck. Guys, I think I fucked up." Jay said, as he stood to try to get to the bathroom. He realized he didn't recognize anyone in the basement, but he wanted someone to comfort. Another 'blink' goes by.
His reflection in the bathroom looks like shit. Pale skin, dark, purple bags under his eyes. His body feels heavy. Without feeling it coming, he vomits into the toilet. Red liquid fills the water in the toilet bowl. His stomach is on fire, his throat burns, his head is pounding.
Then it's gone. The pain, the sickness, gone. Jay stands up, wiping his mouth clean. He reaches to flush the toilet, but immediately vomits again. Now it's a clear, thick liquid. The pain returns, this time doubling.
The third time he vomited he could taste blood. It filled his mouth, running down his chin, and dripping onto the floor. The pain was tremendous. He started to panic. When he had another black out, he's out for hours.
He woke up in a park, early in the morning. Someone laid him out on a bench. The sun was already beating down. He could still taste blood, vomit, beer, and another, unidentifiable taste. Dry blood was spattered in small droplets all over his shirt. Think to himself about the night before, he realized he had, once again, overdosed on Coricidin.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
After that, the change was complete
Lon sat at the desk, smoking a cigarette. He was worried. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead, his dark hair frayed, damp with sweat. A lamp sitting on the desk was the only source of light in the room, except a square of moonlight on the floor where the moon was shining through the window.
He was too afraid to look out the window, scared of what he knew was inevitable. From the pocket of his white button down shirt, he produced a small handkerchief, which he wiped his face with. Another drag from his cigarette and he placed it on a glass ash tray, still burning.
Slowly he stood and walked to the only door in the room. The door had been locked for hours now, but panic and fear had corroded Lon's memory of locking the door. He wasn't sure if he had locked it or not. He worried too much, had to double check.
Scratches ran down the center of the door. They were deep, whole chunks of wood were missing. The scratches only reminded Lon of the terrors from previous nights, very similar to this night.
After double checking the locks on the door he returned to his seat at the desk. His heart was racing, he could hear it pounding against his ribs. The cigarette was still burning, so he picked it up, killed it with one drag, and dropped the butt back into the ash tray.
He became hot, his face was burning, his heart beating even faster than before. Then hair began to grow from is arms, spreading down to his hands. His finger nails grew into claws. Bones throughout his body were shifting, extending and getting shorter, completely changing the structure of his body.
His brown dress pants ripped and tore, making room for his legs, which were getting thicker and hairier. Lon's whole body was covered in dark brown hair. His body twisted and convulsed, transforming him while he screamed out in agony. His face was the last to change. He felt his teeth shift position, getting longer and sharper. His jaw bone popped forward, jutting out to make room for the teeth. His whole face became covered in hair. After that, the change was complete.
He was too afraid to look out the window, scared of what he knew was inevitable. From the pocket of his white button down shirt, he produced a small handkerchief, which he wiped his face with. Another drag from his cigarette and he placed it on a glass ash tray, still burning.
Slowly he stood and walked to the only door in the room. The door had been locked for hours now, but panic and fear had corroded Lon's memory of locking the door. He wasn't sure if he had locked it or not. He worried too much, had to double check.
Scratches ran down the center of the door. They were deep, whole chunks of wood were missing. The scratches only reminded Lon of the terrors from previous nights, very similar to this night.
After double checking the locks on the door he returned to his seat at the desk. His heart was racing, he could hear it pounding against his ribs. The cigarette was still burning, so he picked it up, killed it with one drag, and dropped the butt back into the ash tray.
He became hot, his face was burning, his heart beating even faster than before. Then hair began to grow from is arms, spreading down to his hands. His finger nails grew into claws. Bones throughout his body were shifting, extending and getting shorter, completely changing the structure of his body.
His brown dress pants ripped and tore, making room for his legs, which were getting thicker and hairier. Lon's whole body was covered in dark brown hair. His body twisted and convulsed, transforming him while he screamed out in agony. His face was the last to change. He felt his teeth shift position, getting longer and sharper. His jaw bone popped forward, jutting out to make room for the teeth. His whole face became covered in hair. After that, the change was complete.
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