*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEE* *SLICK* *Groan*

I feel awful, massive headache, dry mouth, weak all over and the worst of all *groan* college, only a week ago since it was my 18th birthday and i'm already feeling the strain of adulthood.

"Max are you up yet!" My mum calling from the bottom of the stiars, "YeEeS" my voice fluctuating as if talking through a fan, maybe i'm really ill? i feel colder than i normal should.

Sloppily sliding out of bed to begin the day, something felt off, has my room always been this small? shrugging my shoulders I forcing myself back into my routine, first stop, getting my clothes ready.

My wardrobe consisting off slidable mirrored panels , I motioned to them to slide them out of the way, my sleepy eyes finally waking up I notice the reflection in the mirror.

"Eh" since when did we have a bug mask? Richard must have paid quite a bit of money for this mask, its pretty convincing I can't see any strap? with a motion I tried to pull the mask off, slowly bringing my hands over my face a quick search revealed no latches, straps or anything that held it on.

My hands feeling weird I brought them in front of me, silently staring at what should have been my VERY HUMAN HANDS were very vacant, instead what was there were single claw hands, the light reflecting in them betraying their very sharp edges.

*Knock knock* "Max are you up yet?" My attention darting at my door, I felt a cold sweat roll down my back, the moment of silence felt like an eternity, "YeEeS muM, don'T ComE IN"

The dornob twisting ever so slowly I scrambled to grab it *SLICK* *Click clack* I watched in horror as the dornob was cleanly cut off and landed with a thud.

In horror and my vision narrowing I watched as the scene unfolded, my 47 year old mum slowly opening the door coming face to face with me.

"AAAIiiiieeeeee......." As she collapsed onto the floor unconscious, her scream like nails on a chalkboard slightly dazing me, I instinctively brought my arms to where I once had ear's to no effect, sudden footsteps brought my attention back towards our stairway, my dad's heavy climbing alerting me to who it was.

"What the matter Shir...HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!" Halfway up the stair I saw my dad jump back a few steps, nearly tumbling down.

My attention on my dad the clicking of a door latch signalled the door to my right opened with a thud, my younger brother getting curious as to what was happening.

"Whats goin.....OH GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING!" his face turning 50 shades whiter.

His eyes darting lower noticing our mothers unconscious form "IT-ITS G-GOT MUM DAD! I-ITS GOT HER!" tears welling up ready to burst.

"ITs mE Daad, RICharD, I'M MaxFIeld!" their faces instantly freezing up, for a brief few agonising seconds the only sound was of my brother's sniffling, too scared to fully cry.

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Attempting to take advantage I attempted to close my door, avoiding using the sharp end of my arm I tried to shoved the door closed unsuccessfully, my unconscious mum jamming the door fully opened.

The awkward silence lasted for a few minutes, both me and my dad locked into a staring contest that neither of us pull ourselves out of, my brother on shaking knee's as he watched hauntingly.

*Groan* "What happe...AAAIIiiiee" her scream even louder, with frantic kicks she managed to drag herself out of my room allowing me to close the door with a thud, footsteps and crying in the hallway quickly moving downstairs.

Despite our thickly insulated house I could hear everything that was happening but I paid it no attention, diverting my attention back onto the mirror I examined the...the monster I had become.

Minutes turned into hours, the buzzing of my cellphone not enough to distract me from my reflection, the sound of crying and talking dying down yet nobody left the house, having felt as if I had stared in the mirror for days I pried myself away.

My mind still dazed and confused I could only look at the facts, I had become something not human, exploring my body had revealed me to be some type of green praying mantis, like for like every part of my body was of a mantis.

I had 4 legs and 2 arms, two large mandibles protruded from my head twitchingly sensitive, beady eyes with black dots as eyes, my vision was neither worse nor better than before.

New feelings and sensations welled up in my body, despite my new limbs it felt as if I years of experience, having no problem walking with all four of my thick legs, my claw'd had a razor sharp edge, before the elbow was a layer of point hair, slightly damp from whatever it was releasing.

One new addition to my body was addition was the two fore wing and two translucent wings, like clockwork I could spread of hide my wings with little effort, the transition feeling natural, almost as if I were opening and closing my hand, too shocked to even try test them I only stared in marvel and shock.

Suddenly the creaking of stairs signalled someone was coming up, the footsteps gradually stopping outside of my room, their shadow peeking from underneath .

*Knock* *knock*

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Authors Note:

small project that I have always fancied writing, currently prioritised second compared to "Re:elemental"

Since "Re:elemental" is having a rather lengthy vote I've found enough free time to invest in trying other venues

Opinion? let me know all criticism is welcomed