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The Monstrous
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As Alexander crossed the threshold that led to the outdoors. He paused and breathed in the fresh air. He felt far more at home outside then in a building. Truth be told he preferred to stay away from towns in general when it could be help.  His adversary apparently had other plans in mind. He had been tracked it to the outskirts of the town roughly ten miles out, before the trail went cold. Alexander exhaled as his blue eyes scanned what was immediately in front of him. A few small businesses and wilderness beyond.

As he inhaled again, he felt his body twitch. His eyebrow raised at the faint scent on the wind. Covering his face like one might when they wished to blow warm air into their palms. Several orifices opened up near his nose causing a slight trickle of darkened blood to drip down his face. Parting his fingers ever so slightly he deeply inhaled. Drawing in breath far beyond what any normal human's lungs would be able to bring in. If it were not for the baggy shirt, one might have noticed his chest had in fact expanded disproportionately to the rest of his body.

It was there alright. The unmistakably sweet smell that haunted his very being now.

'Human blood.'

He began walking towards the scent, almost getting hit by car as he crossed the street, but paid it little mind. Not because of his now gnawing hunger but because there was also something vile upon the wind. The faintest trace. Almost easily overlooked if he allowed himself to get lost in what his body craved. Moving his hands from his face, he quickly passed by the businesses that blocked his access to the wilderness surrounding the town and walked several hundred feet letting his nose guide him. Alexander was sure of it. The breeze that ruffled his shirt and caressed his skin. He was definitely downwind of it now but still a ways away.

He pulled his shirt off and stuffed it into the hollow of an oak tree just in case of a fight. His pants already filled with holes on the legs he ignored as he was at least out of sight of the buildings that marked the town now. While he was not starved his body was on the weaker side.

"To take I must give."

He whispered to the wind as his calf muscles began to bulge and expand. The skin stretching before ripping unable to contain the rapid muscle growth. He groaned as each of his feet split in half up to the cuneiform bone. As the mangled flesh seemed to recede and bone fused almost given it a hoof like bone, while a similar spike extended from the heel to give more balance. Alexander wheezed at the pain as his right hand bent back unnaturally and from his wrist tore out a nearly two feet bone blade. He leaned upon it as he regained his bearings. It was draining to transform like this while hungry and to access his more advanced powers required him to take energy away from other parts of himself. In this case it was his left arm that hung uselessly. It blew about in the wind. Hollow like a glove. No muscle, no tendon, no meat, only a skin sleeve.

Bracing himself Alexander launched forward with explosive speed packed into his legs, his clawed feet digging into the ground for additional purchase as he raced forward prepared for a fight, using his right arm to keep himself balanced, whether it was piercing into the ground or a tree to stabilize himself. After running for roughly four miles, he came upon it. Laying before was a grisly sight. It was a hiker. They were sprawled on their back with their torso opened up and all the inners gone with chunks of meat gone at random on their arms and legs. There glazed over eyes were skyward. Staring at nothing with sheer terror and pain still etched upon their face. 

Alexander rapidly turned a few times as he scanned the horizon and the tree line. The scent ended here. Only a dead hiker, its killer was nowhere to be seen. As his legs lost mass and his feet fused back together and his left arm begun to fill, he kept his right arm bladed. He kneeled down to the hiker. It was an African American man. Most likely in his late thirties. The body was at least a few days old. Judging by the backpack they had been out for a while and most likely weren't even missed by anyone yet.

"I am sorry." He spoke to the dead. "I shall catch your killer and allow you to become a part of something greater."

Using his free hand he closed the man's eyes. He sighed as he could feel his body beginning to split open from his shoulder blade to almost his groin. His rib cage broken and jagged like serrated teeth. Within moments the body would be completely gone.
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