Chapter 1-
One Month Ago-
It was a quiet night other than the barking of a dog and the crunching of leaves and dirt. A tall hooded, broad shouldered figure was walking swiftly through the forest. His heavy work boots left deep prints in his wake. He had a messenger bag slung over his shoulder.
The man reached the edge of the forest where it connected to a sidewalk and a quiet road. A quick look at his wrist watch revealed it was a few hours past midnight. He continued walking, giving pause when he felt a strong grip on his shoulders.
"What's the rush buddy?" he heard a deep accented voice ask. Canadian, he thought to himself.
The hooded man turned around, revealing two golden eyes that shone through the darkness of the night.
"Just trying to get home." the man said in his deep, raspy voice. He observed the Canadian man, and judging by his uniform he was a cop on patrol. He was young, maybe in his late twenty's and Caucasian. He didn't really have any distinguishing features.
"Well, due to the recent attacks in this area, anybody out after midnight has to be searched and show some identification." said the officer in a bored tone.
The hooded man remained silent for a few seconds before bolting as fast as he could into the forest. The cop was shouting at him and judging by the sounds behind him, the cop was close behind. The golden eyed man simply ran faster but he tripped on a root and fell hard, his head hitting a rock in the ground. In his dazed state he wasn't able to fight off the cop who climbed onto his back, cuffing his hands.
"You're in a shitload trouble as it is, I don't think you want to get in more." the cop said almost mockingly. "Now let's take a look at what's in your bag..."
"NO!" shouted the golden eyed man. His hood fell away revealing a pale skinned face with a huge scar that took up most of the left side. The pale moonlight highlighted the red, angry scar in stark relief.
He got up as best he could and rammed himself into the cop to get away, but then a gunshot rang out.
"...Fuck..." he groaned when he felt bullet slam into his calf.
"I didn't want to do that!" said the officer. The pale skinned man tried to breathe deeply, almost meditatively, trying to rein in his anger and frustration at the pain in his leg. The temperature seemed to rise in the forest.
"What the fuck..." the officer mumbled as he felt waves of heat roll off of the man.
"GET AWAY FROM ME NOW! BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!" he screamed, his face showed a mixture of pain and fear. Not again, this can't be happening! His gold eyes turned red and the air in the forest became almost burning hot.
The officer started to back away when he noticed his eyes turn red. "What are you?" he whispered when he saw steam flare from the nostrils of the man handcuffed on the ground. The man's skin started to turn red, his body getting bigger. The only sound was the sickening snap of bones breaking. The handcuffs broke as his wrists had grown too big for them. His hoodie tore apart as his body grew too a monstrous size.
He let out a guttural scream when he looked at his hands.
"RUN...NOW!" he screamed at the officer who was frozen in shock at the transforming man. The hooded man had grown from a little over six feet to an 8 foot behemoth, and his skin was as red as blood and his eyes looked like molten red lava. His face now only resembled his human face; however the scar was still visible. His body was covered in rippling muscles; his clothes with the exception of his jeans had been torn apart during his transformation. He stood and growled softly in his throat, the air had become stifling.
"Dear God..." whispered the officer.
People heard an inhumane roar, even miles away. The next day the police found the body of the officer on patrol, all of his bones crushed and his skin covered in burns.