Zak woke up and walked into the bathroom. As he started to brush his teeth, he noticed something strange; they were unusually sharp and pointy. He ignored it and went downstairs to eat. He walked into the kitchen and sat down.
"Hi, mom. Hi dad," Zak said.
"Hi, Zak," replied Drew. "How are you feeling?" She placed a plate of pancakes in front of him.
"Good," he replied. He then ate his pancakes so fast, that he almost ate the plate.
"Are you sure your okay, Zak?" Doc inquired.
"Dad, I'm fine," He replied. "I feel great. I'm gonna go play with Fisk." Zak walked over to the elevator and took it down to the Cryptid garden. He started to play capture the flag with Fiskerton and Komodo. "I know you're down here," Zak said. He hid in the plants waiting for Fisk or Komodo to walk by. "This will be easy," he said to himself. He noticed Fisk walking through the bushes. Zak quickly grabbed Fisk's armband with The Claw. "Gotcha!" Zak exclaimed. Fisk grumbled in anger. Then, Zak quickly turned around to snatch the armband of the attacking Komodo. "I win," Zak said. Komodo snarled at him. As the trio walked back to the elevator, Zak suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and fell to the ground. Claws started to grow from his hands. Fisk quickly got into the elevator and ran over to Doc and Drew. They stopped drinking their coffee and ran into the elevator with Fisk. When they reached the Cryptid garden, they went into shock. Kneeling before them was Zak. But he was different; he had sharp claws, fangs, and a tail. Drew kneeled beside her son and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Zak," she whispered, "are you okay?" He placed his claw on her hand. Then he looked up at her. She could see the pain in his eyes.
"Mom," he said, "what is happening to me?" Doc came over and kneeled beside his son.
"When the Varadactyl Lizard stabbed you with his claw, some of his DNA got into you bloodstream," he explained. "His DNA is mixing with yours. You've become a hybrid being." Zak looked at his dad in shock.
"Is there a way to turn me back?" Zak asked. His dad looked at him.
"No," he replied. Zak turned his head away.
"Honey," Drew said to Zak, "this is not necessarily a bad thing." Zak looked up at his mom.
"It's not?" he asked.
"Well, no," she replied. "It could actually help you."
"Help me?" he asked. "How could it help me?"
"You could use it as an advantage if you get the right training," she explained. "I know a kid that might be able to train you." Zak stood up.
"I don't need any training," he said. He walked towards the elevator, but fell over before he could reach it.
"Well," he said, "I guess I could use some training."