PELTS
I was so cold. I was shaking all over. I tried to open my eyes, but the world was spinning too fast, it was making me sick. No, I wasn't cold, I was on fire. My whole body began to twist, twist in the most painful ways possible.
My muscles where loosening and tightening, and swimming around each other. The pain was so intense that it had a color that flashed in my eyelids. Red. Yellow. Pain.
I was loosing myself. This wasn't me. I Wasn't me. No. I had to remember, I couldn't lose myself, I had to hang on. I couldn't hurt the people I loved, I had to keep this monster inside me under control.
My bones were braking and healing in a different shape. I think that I must have screamed, or yelped, or howled, but I couldn't hear over the ringing in my own head. I told myself that when the pain got to be too much, I was going to pass out. But that didn't help much, because once I had passed out, I wouldn't wake up again until it was time to become me again.
I clutched my face with my hands, I could feel my skin under my fingertips changing into something rough and fur covered. It smelled wild, and musky, and inhuman.
I didn't think I had any fingers any more. I realized that I was laying on a hard, cold wooden floor. Where were my friends? This is when they should run. I thought that I should tell them that I didn't have any fingers left and that they should run, but I couldn't form words, because I didn't really have a mouth any more either.
So much pain. So much fear. I couldn't live with myself if I hurt them, my friends, my brothers. I was almost gone, I had to let go, but I didn't want to, I didn't want to become a monster. Become a monster? You are a monster.
Not true, not true. I was gone, I felt myself slipping away. Gone, gone, gone.
When I first changed, I thought that I was going to die. I remember crying, sobbing, wanting to die, so it would all be over. But I didn't die. Here I am. A monster, a nightmare, a shadow creeping in the night.