[b] [i]Jack[/i] [/b]
As his grew slowly back Jack's breathe caught up with him. He lay in-front of the door to the cabin his back leaning against someone's dresser. Staring at his hands he watched as the skin shivered and rippled across, moving up ever creeping towards its goal. Turning over his palm so he could watch is carefully he saw that the skin continued to keep it's creases and his fingers kept their same fingerprints. Breathing out a sigh of relief, he was still the same. He would always be Jack, no matter how many times he changed into the monster that he was.

Pushing himself up, he reached a hand up brush away the tears that were inevitably there on his face. His fingers brushed his eyes and came away dry. He must have attempted to cry while he was still changed and tears had not come out. The feeling of cry had still been there, but no tears had left his face. It wasn't like he had tear ducts at the time. 

Deciding it was time to go back out to the party, Jack pushed open the door and started walking back. He did have a job after all, cooking and such. If he wasn't there he wasn't likely to get paid anything. Striding, each step bringing back a small piece of his original self, he froze as he heard a loud voice shout out from the direction of the party. 

Once again it was Astrid. She was about to open her big mouth and spill his secret to some strange campers while totally hammered. Fear crept up his belly like an ugly monster clawing its way into his throat. Choaking he stumbled back away from her and the group that was around her.

His eyes drifting down, Jack realized had another reason to be scared. His fear was causing him to change, and with a rapid pace too. Already up to his elbows, Jack could feel the strange sensation like water dripped over his skull and across his eye socket. It was one of the weirdest sensations that he had ever felt, and it terrified him that he was able to feel it. Glancing around feverishly for a place to get away from where people could see him, Jack ran to the nearest cabin. His left shoe slipped off while he was running, lost somewhere behind him, due to his shrinking foot.

Stumbling over his own feet, not used to their size, Jack tripped over the front step on the porch and crashed into the door of the cabin. Shaking with fear and terror he slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position. In a feeble attempt to hide himself, Jack pulled the jacket up over one of his hands, before giving up. There was nothing he could do about his foot or face. If someone were to pass they would see him as he was. A monster. Jack did not realize that the cabin that he had crashed into was the cabin of Hades. The god that had cursed him, and the god who had produced the daughter he was falling in love with.