You do want

To know

What I look

Like,

DonÕt you?

You would,

Eh?

You would

Turn away

In fear.

For,

As IÕve said before,

Although I look normal now,

I have not been

ÒArousedÓ

By any emotionÑ

And I have not

Yet been called forth

By a soul who has been

Wronged.

But yet you still

Want to see

Me

In all my fearful

Glory?

You are oddÉ.

Very oddÉ..

Yes, that is what I said.

Odd.

You still wantr to see?

Okay. IÕll give you

A preview.

I place

My hand

Upon your

Forehead.

You gasp.

I know what

YouÕre seeing.

A jumble of

Images

Flashing by

So fast you

Can barely

Understand.

You still want to

See me

In all my

Horrifying glory?

I see.

You are foolish.

But oh well.

It is your

Choice.

But I must kill

You afterwards.

Cut yourself,

Fool.

The smell of blood

Excites my senses,

Exploding a sense

Of bloodlust.

I feel the change coming

And I cannot control

Nor do I want to control

It this time.

I feel my face,

My body,

Changing

And growing.

I see my vision shift

Into red

And hear a howling

In my head.

I know it is me

But I cannot stop it.

My image becomes distorted,

Becoming skeletal

And bony

And sinewy.

Protrusions appear

Everywhere

And my teeth

And claws,

Yes, claws,

Are sharp

And deadly.

An inhuman scream

Escapes my

Horrible jaw.

In the sea of red

That I see,

I see you.

Yes, you.

Savage bestiality/rage

Blooms and burns brightly.

I attack,

I do not care,

After all,

He was warned.

I will be back,

Though I must go

Now.

And when I am,

You all shall pay!