Karin leaned from behind him while the movie in Forensics flickered on the screen in front of the class, whispering in his ear, “You know, if you bite your fingernails, the pieces will poke through your intestines and you’ll get a bleeding ulcer.”
“Shut up,” Mark hissed back at her as he saw Loren Underfelt, the hottest girl in the school, looking at him.
Mr. Stanton looked up from the paper he was correcting, pushed up his glasses and scowled at the two of them.
After class, Karin tapped Mark on the shoulder and said, “You’re the one who asked me to bug you about it.”
“Yeah, but…” he stopped talking as a pair of freshmen boys ran like elementary kids down the hall, cutting between him and Karin. It was a good thing, Mark decided. He’d almost told her the real reason he wanted to stop biting his nails. Or horking his snot or sucking the blood from a hangnail or any of the other instances of him eating his own flesh and blood. It started out as accidental. He’d been playing boot hockey over Christmas break and he’d been whanged in the nose and gotten a fierce nosebleed. Swallowing the blood to keep from grossing everyone out by spitting it on the ice had started something inside of him. The blood made him feel...more alive. Like an espresso without the bitterness.
During lunch, Mark wasn’t hungry and couldn’t eat. He felt weird, like someone had filled his veins with Sprite.
“What’s wrong?” Karin asked.
“Dunno. I think I’ll go to the nurse,” Mark croaks, surprised at his sudden voice change.
Walking through the halls, Mark started to feel a change going on in his body. His blood now felt like sriracha sauce, and his arms felt longer and his legs felt shorter. Suddenly, he dropped to all fours and ran down the halls like an animal. He turned into the nurse’s office and sprang onto the nurse like a rabid wolf. He tore savagely at the nurse’s neck and succeeded in ripping out her throat. And, battle won, Mark feasted on the nurse’s body, slurping up the blood and crunching on the softer bones. Blood and gore splattered all over his ‘Keep Calm and Carry On’ shirt
Suddenly, Mark returned to his usual self, and, terrified and revolted at what he did, ran out the building. Bits
of the nurse’s liver still clung to the corners of his mouth. Mad with terror, Mark ran toward a local gun shop,
looking for his own death.
So he turned in to a rabid werewolf?
ReplyDeleteNo he is still human
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