I sat on the ground in a crisscross position. The man walked into the room and stood exactly opposite of my position. He too sat on the floor, the same way he had before. The man hung his head low and placed his hands on the floor. The lights dimmed to almost complete darkness for no rational explanation, but intuitively I understood that the man had done it. He was still, and appeared focused on me. He spoke not a word. The man took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. His limbs gently shook, and his chest continued to rise and fall.

I could feel the man's hot breath splash against my skin. The stench of his breath brutally attacked my nostrils, yet I didn't even flinch. The man's shaking began to become more forceful. His knees bent and his arms jerked, writhing in unnatural positions. I could hear the man's bones snap. His flesh began moving on its own. His deep breathing became more raspy and shallow. The flesh which loosely clung to his bones convulsed and thick, grimy slobber leaked from his mouth as he crashed to the floor, spasming. I witnessed his limbs contort into strange shapes and sizes, and as I watched this all occur, I simply sat there, motionless.

When he was done "transforming", the only recognizable feature the man had were the silver eyes he possessed which still sparkled like a burning star in the night sky. He was no longer a man, but something else. He was taller, his arms and legs wider. The skinny person from before gained a hefty torso and larger features. Where he and I had been eye to eye before, it was suddenly far larger and looked down upon me. His body hair quadrupled in its amount, covering the "man" from head to toe.

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I looked in astonishment at the incredible sight. I had never seen something so beautiful, so magnificent, so ungodly. Its chest heaved with each breath. Its lips moved the same way they had when the man was outside. He repeated the same word on his lips without saying it. I studied him closely. I watched his lips move and tried to discern what the beast was saying. Licking my lips and opening my mouth, I replicated what the beast had been saying all along.

"Lycanthrope."

Lycanthrope, Werewolf, Beast, a Monster. The Lycanthrope turned towards me in hunger. It needed to feed. The wolf stepped forward. It sniffed the surrounding air with its large nose. Its nostrils were the size of golf balls. I knew what it was. Lycanthrope... Lycanthrope... Wolf. I flung myself back into the corner. The feeling of safety and comfort melted away and was replaced with what I had previously felt. Raw, unadulterated fear. I tripped over myself and fell to the floor, staring up at the beast. It positioned itself in front of me and stuck its tongue out like a dog yearning for a treat. The beast opened its mouth and its thick saliva ran down its cheek. It mounted its strong leg on top of me, preventing me from moving.

I desperately pounded my fist against the monster's leg but to no avail. With each blow, the beast looked angrier and hungrier. It lifted its foot and smashed it into my side, rupturing my ribs. I screamed in pain as my arms fell to my side. I faced the heavens, struggling to breathe. Each breath I took felt like a sharp knife stabbing into my side. Hot tears welled within my eyes and ran down my face. I felt the taste of blood in my mouth as well as the searing pain throughout my body. The wolf bent down in front of my face and sneered at me in victory. I glared at the wolf in hatred and spat at it, quickly causing the wolf to lose its grin.