Bryan stood in the middle of a large public subway station in New York City.
He was scared, almost frantic. He was running, he had been running since morning, since school.
He was a monster! He knew that. He checked his hands and legs again to make sure they hadn't changed into…into it.
He still didn't know what he had tuned into. But he knew he needed help. And fast! And he thought he knew where he could get it. He didn't know where it was really but something was guiding him. He didn't know what it was but what ever it was it was all he had.
Some where behind him he could hear the sounds footsteps and lots of sirens, he knew instantly what they were doing in the subway station, they had come for him.
Far to the right, on the tracks he could see the subway slowly coming around the corner and out of the tunnel.
Come on!
He had killed two kids at school. Boys, 15 year olds, his age, they had been bullying him and it had ended up with a fight and the fight ended up with the to bullies dead. And the cops would take no chances.
Bryan thought back on what had happened. One of the bullies had ordered him to let him ride his bike and Bryan had said no. Next thing he knew was that one of them had pushed him over. And from there on every thing seemed to be a bad dream.
He had turned into something he couldn't remember what but something horrible.
And then they were dead, and know he was running.
"Alright kid, remain calm and put your hands on your head."
Oh no!
"Now!"
Three cops stood behind Bryan with guns out and ready.
"Please kid? We don't want to hurt you, put you're hands on your head!"
Bryan tried to stop it but he couldn't. As he spun around he changed from boy to monster.
The cops hesitated for only a second than opened fire.
