Alex panted. His cart was a horrible, horrible mess. "Control it. Hide it." Alex muttered to himself. "Conceal, don't feel. Like Elsa from Frozen." Alex had recently seen that movie with Gia and knew that that strategy didn't work with her, but he didn't care. "Isolate yourself." He said. "I don't care what Gia says anymore. I'm doing this for their safety." Alex rocked back and forth slowly in a fetal position like he'd gone insane. His pupils were small, his claws were out. He sat in the far left corner of his cart. He looked around himself. His bed was demolished, his dresser was destroyed, there were claw marks everywhere, and written in his claw marks were things like, "help", "control it", or, "kill me". Alex froze in fear of himself. "What have I done?" He whispered.
Earlier That Week...
"That was even better than the last one!" Marty exclaimed. Everyone was wound up about the performance they just had. Alex and Gia especially. They did a trapeze solo and they were a hit. Vitaly patted Alex's back. "Nice job with the performance you two!" Gia giggled. "Thank you Vitaly." Gia was bouncing like she had had a million sodas. Alex chuckled. He thought she was cute when she was excited. That night Alex felt strange. He felt like he was going to throw up. He went outside and went behind the train and opened his mouth to vomit, but nothing happened. Alex was puzzled. The nausea remained but he couldn't throw up. He guessed that it was just from all the swinging on the trapeze. So he went back inside his cart to sleep.
Alex woke up early that morning from the nausea. Why is it still here? Shouldn't it have passed by now? He thought. He decided to ignore it and get some breakfast. He was strangely very hungry. He ate some fish but still seemed hungry. He went to practice the trapeze to take his mind off his troubles. Eventually, everyone else came out to practice. Gia was puzzled on why Alex was up so early. Alex continued to swing solo, but the nausea stayed and started to get on his nerves. Alex walked up to Melman. "Hey Melman." Alex said. "You got something for nausea?" Melman thought. "Do you need to throw up?" Alex shook his head. "I've tried." Melman thought some more. " Its probably from swinging on the trapeze so much" Alex nodded. "yeah, thanks anyway" and he went to meet with Gia so they could practice.
The next night Alex felt very, very strange. He was twitching slightly and his nausea was even worse, yet he still couldn't throw up. And no matter how much he ate, he was still hungry. Really hungry. It took hours, but finally Alex got to sleep.
Alex woke up the next morning feeling much better. "Morning!" He said smiling. No one was there. "Hello? Marty? Gia? Anyone?" Thats when he heard the ear piercing scream. It was a scream caused by extreme torture. Even worse, Gia was the one screaming. "Gia!" Alex followed the scream into the woods. The screams stopped. "Gia?" Alex then saw the most horrific thing he'd ever laid eyes on. Gia was lying there. A huge gash was in her back. She was dead. Alex screamed. He looked around to see all of his other friends were dead too. "Who did this?" Alex felt tears run down his golden fur. All of the sudden, A large beast began to approach him. He didn't know how but instantly Alex knew it was the one who killed his friends. He tried to run but his feet were stone. The beast emerged. It was covered in the blood of his friends. It grinned mockingly at Alex. Alex had never been more afraid in his life. Especially since the monster covered in blood, who killed his friends, was himself.
Alex shop upwards screaming. He looked around himself in panic. He was on his bed in his cart. After some hyperventilating, Alex came to his senses. It was all a horrible nightmare. But what could Alex have thought of to make a nightmare so terrifying? Then it came to him. He rushed to his mirror. His pupils were slowly growing to normal size and his claws were unsheathed."Oh no..." He whispered. He now understood everything.
Alex dashed outside to see it was morning. He instantly ran over to Marty. "Marty, Marty, Marty!" Before Marty could respond, Alex hugged him. "Um, what're you doing?" Marty asked, quite confused. Alex was relived to see his friend was still alive. He then let him go. "You. Me. Talk. Back there." and Alex dragged him behind the train. "Ow! Alex! your claws are digging into my arm!" Marty paused. "Your claws...?" Alex shivered. "This is why I wanted to talk to you."