An Author's note: I don't own South Park or any random allusion to Star Trek…

Chapter 2

Rage

Kyle could not explain it. It was scary and horrible, yet at the same time he was almost starting to like it.

The anger.

He had healed quickly, very quickly. The doctors had written it off as to him being very young. Even though he was diabetic, and should not have healed as fast as he had, no one seemed to find it strange.

What was strange, however, was the building rage he felt inside him. It seemed to grow every passing day. Worse yet, he had no idea why he was so angry. There was absolutely no reason for it…it just seemed to happen. He was hiding it pretty well, but he had a feeling that it would break out eventually.

Now he was sitting in the bathtub, getting ready for his first day back at school since the attack. His stitches had been removed, but the scars from the beast's claws were still there, all over his chest and side. No one would notice them under his clothes.

His head shot up as he heard the door open. He had a feeling he knew who might be interrupting him…

It was Ike.

Ever since Kyle had come back from the hospital Ike had been almost hovering over him. The little three year old had seen his older brother come home all bloody and injured, and it was clear he wanted to make sure Kyle was okay. While it had been sweet for the first few days, now it was getting irritating.

"Ike, go away, I'm bathing here." Kyle said, trying to ignore his little brother. Ike did not move.

"Did you hear me? I said go away!" the anger was building inside Kyle. Fro some reason he felt…enraged at Ike's intrusion. There was no reason for it, but there it was.

Before he even realized what was happening, Kyle had flung a bar of soap at Ike. He screamed "GET OUT OF HERE YOU STUPID LITTLE BRAT!"

Ike dodged the soap and gaped at Kyle. Kyle had never acted like this before. Sure he sometimes used Ike as a football, but that was just a game…this was something different.

When Ike did not move, he was far to shocked at his brother's behavior, Kyle let out a strange scream of rage and lunged towards Ike. Ike quickly figured out that now was the time to head for the hills and promptly did so.

Kyle's hands slammed into the bathroom door, shutting it closed. He was not sure if he did this to keep Ike out…or to prevent himself from getting to Ike.

As quickly as it had come the rage was starting to fade. Kyle leaned his head against the door and closed his eyes, feeling his heart rate return to normal. Now that he was calm again he could not believe what had almost happened.

He had almost hurt his little brother.

"Dear God, what's wrong with me?"

Kyle went to school that day feeling confused. He hated himself for almost hurting Ike. He knew in his heart that, had Ike not managed to get out of the door in time, Kyle might have hurt him. Kyle knew this, and he hated himself for it.

He managed to get past the first half of the day without incident. Though his temper seemed to flare up often, he was managing to control it.

Until recess.

"So…Kyle…what do your scars look like?" Stan asked, completely out of the blue.

"Huh?" Kyle had been busy trying to freeze up the jungle gym by rubbing half defrosted snow on it, when Stan suddenly asked this bizarre little question.

For some reason…it irritated him.

"Come on man, what do they look like?" Stan asked.

Kyle gripped jungle gym like it was a life line. He could feel the anger building, and he was becoming afraid of it.

"Stan…don't…" Kyle snarled.

"Don't be a wimp, Kyle, I just want to-"

Stan never got to finish the sentence. Just like this morning, the strange anger that had been plaguing Kyle took a hold of him again, and he turned around and lunged at Stan.

"LEAVE ME ALONE! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" Kyle's hands somehow found Stan's neck, and before anyone knew what was happening Kyle started squeezing his best friend's neck.

Stan was shocked. Not only at Kyle's actions, but at the look his eyes. There was something feral lurking there, something that terrified Stan to no end. For a second he thought that Kyle was going to snap his neck.

"Kyle…please…you're hurting me." Stan gasped out.

As quickly as it came the anger left and Kyle dropped Stan with a gasp. He couldn't believe it! First his little brother and now his friend!

Kyle shook his head, bewildered at his own actions. Not knowing what to do he fled to the other end of the playground.

It only got worse as the day dragged on.

Rumors, like little breeding tribbles, burst forth everywhere. Soon everyone at school knew that Kyle had attacked Stan, and while he was not taken to the principles office for it, people where starting to avoid Kyle.

Finally, school was over, and Kyle could not have been happier. He thought he was going to snap.

Again.

He got off the bus as fast as he could, not willing to meet anyone's eyes.

"Kyle! Wait a minute!" It was Stan.

Kyle paused, but did not turn around.

"Stan…stay away from me. I don't want to hurt you again."

"Kyle, what's wrong?"

"I don't know, Stan…I just…I feel so angry. I don't know why. There's something wrong with me, Stan. Just keep away from me."

"But Kyle…"

Kyle did not want to hear anymore. He was afraid that if he did it would happen again. He sped home. Once there he locked himself in his room, with no intention of coming out.

It was nine o clock now, and he could not sleep. He paced…paced like a beast in a cage. His head hurt…oh how it hurt! It was like the anger was a living thing pounding against his skull.

The anger built, and it built…

And it exploded.

For a second Kyle felt a blinding throbbing in his head. He fell to his knees on the carpet, clutching his head and moaning. Pain roared though him.

And he began to change.

Hair, red and thick, burst through his body. His nails lengthened and sharpened, becoming razor sharp claws. His teeth became too big and sharp for his mouth, but then his mouth started to jut outward. Kyle cried in agony as a tail pushed its way out of his…well his rear. His ears traveled to the top of his head.

Kyle opened his mouth to cry for help, but what came out was a strangled howl.

From the woods a pair of evil yellow eyes watched the Broflovski house. The creature's mouth opened and it started drooling.

"Yes, little pup…come to me! Feel the anger of the werewolf, and come!"