First Transformation

Alyce laid on the ground for almost half an hour. The woman, she left the room after gathering bit of chains for the other children, easy to transfer. The boy rested his head, short breathings entered and exhaled from his mouth. Tears that streamed down his face had already dried, few sniffles here and there but what hurts the most was the brand behind his back.

Imprinted on him permanently for the rest of his life, surely would've scarred his pride.

"Am I dying?", he questioned.

It burns, it hissed in pain

Have I ever sin

To hurt me this much

In such a cruel clutch

"Am I still on the right mind to joke about these things?", he forced a laugh. What do you think God has been thinking to send him here. He doesn't even realize where he was sent. And all the thought made him feel tired. His eyelids slowly drop down shutting out his view of the room into a total darkness.

"Wake up wake up", whispered a voice in his mind. "Mmm..", all that he could muster. His senses were half-shut down. Who would want to stay awake and be in pain all day? Alyce saw a few memories of someone flashing before his eyes but he didn't put much attention to it. "Am I really dying? Is this how I die?". Died because of rape and died again because he was branded by another person. "I'm too tired to carry on this life".

A moment of peace and quiet he felt warmth, at the same time was strunged by a cold feeling. Soft cries echoed across the halls and to the room. What was that? Alerting himself, it was so much familiar but then as if he has the energy to care."Whatever", he mumbled. Alyce laid on the surface of a blank world, all white, basically emptyness. He drifts off to sleep.

"No time for naps sleepyhead", a laugh rang in his head along with a gentle tap on his forehead. Alyce jolted out from his drowsiness.

He quickly sat up wide awake, heavily gasping as if this was the only time he could breathe. "What was that?", he wondered. The voice in his mind disappeared. "This is driving me crazy, something is a miss", he said bringing his hand to his lips. A habit if his, touching his lips when in a thought but he didn't feel a hand nor finger pressed against his chin. It felt soft and smooth.

He look down noticing his hands were never there, instead a long fabric replaced his arms up until to his shoulders.

"GAH!", he jumped out of shock pushing his feet and crawled backwards away from the fabric that layed on the floor. The fabric simply followed him.

"What is this?!", Alyce yelled. He didn't care if his voice was loud, who would even mind the volume of their voices in a situation like this? It was almost transparent but can still be seen, tainted by white dots and patterns that glistened under the light of the furnace.

As if jewels stuck aginst it. Alyce curiously tried to move his weird new hands, it worked just like a real hand despite looking like long sleeves with no bones.

"Some kind of a scarf, but where did my real hands go?", Alyce wondered pasing back and forth. The fabric attached to him brush against the wooden floor leaving scratches as he continued to walk around. He didn't even realized he stood up without any difficulty. As if the stinging brand from his back never existed.

SHUK SHUK

"What the...", he asked himself where the sound was coming from. He look down and saw deep scratches on the floor, there are no knives or weapons around. How could it have made a sound just now? All he could see was his feet and the cloth...cloth? The cloth was perfectly fine, no damaged at all, just dirtied a little. Alyce bended noticing long thin marks on the ground where the strange fabric laid.

Alyce raised his new arms, could it be? He look around, saw a few barrels and boxes from the side. He took a stance and started slashing out with one arm. It's hard to see but it definitely went pass through the box, or was he already that out of his mind. The box dared not to move for awhile but then its upper half slid down diagonally. Leaving a loud crash after falling.

Alyce look at his hand, trying to stop a laugh that was about to burst out. "What the heck just happened?", he questioned. "Am I even normal at this point?". He turned at his left and saw glass. Can it? Slashing his left arm towards the glass. It did'nt shatter, not even a sound was heard. "Of course it would'nt", he sighed turning his back. But before he could take a step, the sound of a quick slash and crash echoed in the room.

He slowly turned back and saw pieces of glass laid on the ground while the lower half stood still. Alyce walked over the glass to take one and inspects it, pressing one finger on the tip. It was a clean slant, its edges were sharp that it can cut through his skin. Tiny dot of blood formed on the tip of his finger.

"Woah", he was amazed. Seriously whose body did he possess? A beastling whose considered an exotic find in this world, who was the owner of this body? Did he die perhaps? Why? Alyce had so many questions right now, probably could burst out from his mouth in any second.

"This hands could be like weapons, or swords", he mumbled. "Perhaps a slapping weapon", Alyce developing strange thoughts. Magnificient is'nt?

Before anything else, Alyce heard a scream ran through the halls.

It was a voice he knew, high and loud. There's only one person who can muster all that strength to scream like that. Alyce left the room in a hurry, putting all the events that happened behind his back, he dashed through the halls with ease. "This body was just lifeless awhile ago, now I feel light", he exclaimed.

While running through, some humans on the way appeared. But it wasn't so hard to just pass by as he slashes out his hands to their legs for a slit. Alyce never wanted a bloodbath to begin with so he aimed for their legs to pressure them down.

He darted from hall to hall trying to follow the continueous screams. Whatever it is, hope he isn't too late.