Author´s Note: Since Halloween is upon us. I thought I´d write this little horror story about Chuck literally finding his inner monster. Please review. As always I do not own Chuck. As always thanks PJ Murphy for coming to my rescue.

Somewhere in California - 2003

Chuck had been expelled from his dream school, Stanford, for doing something he didn't do. He swore he didn't steal the answers to that test, but they didn't believe him. It was that worm Bryce who betrayed him. And as if planting the test in his room wasn't enough, he slept with his ex-girlfriend, Jill. Chuck was going to propose to her after they graduated, but all he felt now was anger and contempt for them.

Driving down to Burbank would take a while, so he decided to stop at a motel for the night. He pulled his beat up station wagon into a Motel 6. Ironically, the desk clerk saw the despondent look on his face and offered him his only remaining room for six dollars. Chuck was too tired to even think about it as he dragged himself down to the place where he would spend the night. Taking one look around at the decrepit room, suddenly he felt like the manager had ripped him off. Par for the course, given how the day had gone.

The sun had set below the clouds as Chuck dropped his bag on the bed, which kicked up some dust as a result. He could see a full moon glowing brightly in the dark sky. He sighed.

Twenty minutes after checking in, the young man felt slightly feverish as he watched television on the bed. He rubbed the back of his head feeling, which felt much warmer than usual. He put the remote down and went into the bathroom. He tried pouring some cold water on his face, but he felt worse and worse with every passing second.

"What is happening to me?" he whispered fearfully.

Suddenly, Chuck's warm brown eyes turned into midnight black. He closed his eyes and shook his head to clear it out, but he saw those same foreboding eyes when he looked again.

"Don't freak out."

However, the point at which to freak out was gone. He slumped to the floor as a sharp pain ripped through his body. He groaned as he clutched his stomach, it was like he was being torn apart from the inside. He let out a blood-curdling scream as his body was undergoing a radical transformation. His muscles tightened and grew exponentially, sharp and menacing fangs extended inside his mouth. The pain he was feeling was beyond anything Chuck could describe. The bones inside his body broke apart and remolded into new ones, Chuck's cries became more and more animal-like. Long ivory-colored claws extended from his fingers as the transformation brought him through the fire.

Outside his door, a concerned motel manager knocked on the door, having heard Chuck's scream.

"Sir, are you alright?" He knocked again, but there was complete silence coming from the room. Shrugging his shoulders, the manager walked back to the counter when the door blew off its hinges. The manager turned around instantly to come face-to-face with a seven-foot tall humanoid wolf with ripped pants. The man screamed as the brown furry werewolf looked at the manager and roared, which was the manager's cue to flee in terror.

Werewolf Chuck looked around with sharp vision, everything so clear to him in the dark. He saw the station wagon and snarled. In a blur, he lifted the one ton vehicle like a toy and threw into the forest. Chuck sped off into the night, searching for food inside the forest, his inhumanly acute senses attuned to his surroundings more than any human could muster.

The sun's rays bathed the forests outside of Los Angeles as Chuck groaned. He slowly opened his eyes to a brand new day. He tasted something sweet in his mouth; he saw a deer not three feet from him dismembered and half eaten. Washing the blood from his body in a nearby stream he walked to a diner where the cook having opened up saw the first customer of the door enter through the door.

He looked at the young man up and down. "Rough night kid?"

Chuck nodded. "You could say that."

He had fifty dollars in his pocket but the thought of that deer lying in the forest killed his appetite. He asked for a cup of coffee and some change for the phone. He gave Ellie a call, asking her for a ride. Things had gotten weird last night and he needed an explanation.

THE END