3 Chapter 03 - Strange changes

Some things break a man, I can say that in the last three days I spent in this warehouse I broke a lot of men and women.

Looking at the heads of Mr and Mrs Goat on stakes, I feel I have learned a lot, but I think it is time to get out of here. This place will soon start to stink. I intend to set this place on fire and go back to my sweet home before that happens.

We don't want someone to come and investigate the smell, don't we.

Unfortunately it feels like I've been careless, I hear footsteps approaching through the door on the right and then the noise of a sharp inhalation, sitting on my crate in front of my goat heads I see a tall man come through the door, his pale skin is something it shouldn't exist. Moreover, its beauty is not right.

Interesting though is his pair of crimson eyes, these two day's different eyes seem to be turning into a pattern, the man looks around the warehouse with an expression of disbelief before fixing his eyes on the goat heads and then on me.

'' Who are you? Better yet, what are you?" His question leaves me confused.

Looking down at my hands, I see they are still normal, still curious, on my way to a pile of bags I took from my enemies. Looking for a moment, I find a mirror.

After confirming that I'm still human, although my face now has features a little more ferocious and evil, as well as a little prettier. Other than that, I'm still a normal human.

'' A human of course, what else would I be?'' my answer just makes the man's suspicion grow.

'' You don't smell like human, and you don't feel human, dangerous... yes, too dangerous to live.

Before I can figure out what's going on, the man appears in front of me and hits me in the chest and throws me against the warehouse wall thirty feet away.

Thinking he killed me with that blow, the man begins to analyze the surrounding carnage, only to be impaled by my stinger in his stomach.

Pulling him to me with all my strength, I hit his chest with my stinger still in my left hand, nailing him to the ground.

The man's eyes widen for an instant, and then, to my disbelief, he bites me.

A burning sensation seems to spread from the bite, such a faint burning is something so useless for someone who has had his soul burned by hellfire that I simply ignore it.

Resolving to give him a little demonstration of what true heat is, I summon a small fireball and squeeze it into his chest.

Unexpectedly it was like lighting a branch soaked in gasoline, the man incinerated in moments and his screams were something quite frightening to hear, in another life he should have been a banshee.

Better get out of here before another visitor shows up. With these thoughts, I turn toward the exit, and spit a blaze of flame into the warehouse.

Choosing a random car to return home, I decide to set the others on fire too, better not to leave evidence. After making sure everything is in order, I return home. The contained burning spread through my body like an irritating tingle.

I hope when I wake up tomorrow it's over. I don't think I've ever slept so well, luckily the damn itch is gone.

A noise of country music attracts my attention, searching for the source of such music I focus on a spot to my right, as I want to get up and look at what is causing the noise I suddenly find myself in front of the window.

My body moved like a blur and here I am, so weird. Although my speed was somewhat mind-blowing, I saw everything as if it were in slow motion.

Looking at my hands, what gets me is an extremely pale skin like the man I killed yesterday.

Thinking about something else about me, it seems to be different. I still feel the fire of hell in me, I also feel my abilities that I gained from the scorpion. But why am I so thirsty? And what is this delicious smell that comes from the neighbor's house? Even a mile away, this smell is driving me crazy.

Going to the kitchen I get a glass, only to break it between my fingers, I repeat this action five more times before I manage to get used to the new strength of my fingers.

When I finally manage to drink a glass of water, I realize that it didn't help me quench my thirst. At that moment the perfume from the neighbor's house hits me again and with it my thirst increases exponentially.

Determined to discover the source of this inconvenience, I head towards the neighbor's house, it didn't take me even five seconds to get here. Two kilometers in less than five seconds, I don't know what's going on, but this is fun.

Looking around I realize there is no party as I thought before, my neighbor is busy tending the garden with his back to me, in his window a small radio is tuned to the local station playing some country music.

Searching for the source of my thirst that increased after arriving here, I focus on my kneeling neighbor. Yes, there it is, the source of my thirst is my good neighbor Michael, specifically his blood in his body.

In one simple move, I point my right hand toward Michael and my stinger shoots out, impaling his back. Pulling towards me, I lift him by the neck and bite.

Finally, my thirst is quenched. Looking down I see Michael's corpse, it seems that in my prey to feed myself I ended up breaking some of his bones. Remaining a small flame in his broken body I see him turning to dust, now fed, I decide to return home.

Better to plan for the future and certainly get out of here.