My name is Phillip Smith. I have brown eyes and dark brown, almost black hair. Some call me a strange one. I'm not normal.

I am going to tell you the story of how a certain gene that runs in my family resurfaced in me. I am 12.5% Quileute Native American. All I know about my ancestery is that my Great, Grand-Father is from the Western Portion of Washington. I always knew I was different than the rest of my family.

I could win any fight I got into at school. I could take any Physical Punishment and still have a sneer on my face. I once was bitten by a dog, it almost tore a chuck of meat out of my arm and I healed two mouths eariler than our family doctor expected. When I was four-teen I broke into an abondoned house and cut my arm. It didn't cut deep but I knew my parents would ask questions when I got home. I walked to the nearby Community College and washed the wound so it would be less noticeable.

I got home three hours past curfew so I knew I was in trouble. They asked me where I was and I told them I was playing Baseball with my friends and lost track of time. They accepted the excuse because they knew I had a passion for Baseball even though I didn't play on my school team.

I was waiting for them to ask how I cut my arm but they never asked. After a while I noticed that the cut was almost faded. I knew and accepted that I healed faster than normal but that was on a whole new level.

Then It happened. A few weeks after I turned six-teen I got into a fight with a druck driver that almost totaled my Motorcycle. He looked about thirty but I wasn't intimidated. Then he pulled out a gun and fired. Before I knew what happened I dodged the bullet. I didn't have time to think about what happened before I was overcome by an intense rage. He tried to kill me. Then I lost all control of myself and something happened to me. I felt sick. I thought I was going to pass out but I didn't I felt myself changing. I was growing fur and getting bigger I ripped out of my clothes and, and then there was nothing, I blacked out.

When I woke up I was in a daze. I couldn't remember where I was or how I got there. I looked up and saw trees, lots of them. I was a forest.