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Chapter 2

Nick looked down at himself, still in shock. How did this happen? He was now a nine foot tall... something. He couldn't think of any animal that looked like this. He had elongated arms that hung down to his knees, a long neck covered in a black mane, large pointed ears high on his head, a muzzle with two short tusks sticking out of the lower jaw, digitigrade legs, paw-like hands and feet with short razor sharp claws extending from his digits, an eight foot long tail, and his entire body was thick with dense muscle and coated in bristly grey fur. I'm some kinda... Behemoth! He thought. Yeah, a behemoth. But God! WHY!? How did this happen!? As Nick continued to examine himself he realized that he looked a hell of a lot like that strange object he found on the football feild. I picked it up and it just disappeared during practice. Did it somehow... merge with me or something? He questioned to himself. That must be it! As f---ed up as all of this is, that's the only answer I can find. The similarites are undeniable!

Suddenly, a high pitched noise blared through Nick's ears. He yelled, and was surprised by the fact that his yell sounded more like an animalistic roar. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that there was a woman passed out on the ground. S---, I must look like some kind of monster. Well... I kind of am though so, 'can't really blame her. Nick inched closer to the woman, he realized that when he concentrated, he could hear her breathing, and even her heartbeat. She was breathing regularly, and her heart was just a bit fast, but that's to be expected from being surprised like that. He carefully lifted her out of the alleyway and placed her back in the yard from whence she walked out of.

After tending to the woman, Nick turned to leave. It was a weekday, so not many people were home, but he knew they would come, especially after his roaring and the woman's scream. He prepared to run, but then thought, where would he go? The park! He thought. Lots of forest, it'll be easy to stay hidden there! Stealthily, well, as stealthy as a three meter, 3/4 ton behemoth can be, Nick made his way to Shane Park, a wide area of land mostly made up of woodland, with a feild for activities, a baseball diamond, and a kiddie playground. Of course, the latter three regeons are not ideal for hiding out, but the former was perfect for him.

Nick made his off the forest trails and found the large uprooted tree he used to play on as a kid. The roots formed a sort of shelter that he could fit inside if he sat down. He sighed heavily. It was just now setting in on him that he was actually stuck out here. He couldn't go to his home, or even out into public for that matter. He would have to live out the rest of his life in the forest or on the run. The thoughts seemed to be depressing the enormous beast of a high schooler to the point of his laying down under the damp roots and shutting his eyes. He drifted off into a strange sleep. All the while he tossed and turned as he rested. He felt like he was being squeezed or compacted into a small package or something.

In a few hours that seemed like a few moments, he started to stir back into conciousness as a voice came to him. "Hey boy." It said in a lazy slurred sound. Nick opened his eyes lazily to see a brown boot in front of his face. Someone was standing over him. He jweked frantically up into a sitting position, thinking they must be some hunters or something, meaning they must have a gun on them, and seeing as he was some sort of enormous creature, they might try to "bag" him so to speak. He looked at the speaker, he was a round, pink faced man who looked very dirty, with a scowl on his face. Behind the speaker, Nick noticed a second man, this one taller with a thinner yet muscular build. The two men suddenly grinned horribly, and then started almost cackling with loud laughter. What's so funny?! Nick thought as he looked up at them. Waitaminute, looking up at them? He looked at his body and was surprised to see no hinto of fur, claws or a tail at all. He was back to normal! Nick smiled in relief, then realized somethnig. He was naked! Quickly he moved to cover himself with his hands. His face turned red as he stood up from under the tree's roots. He started to try and run as the two strange men laughed.

Suddenly, Nick felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see the round man still grinning. "Now hold on there boy!" He said almost commandingly. Nick didn't want to waste breath with this guy, he tried to run again, but the other man had already circled around and caught him by both shoulders. He was turned around and put in a choke hold to face the first man, whom was now brandishing a hunting knife. "Now boy, what's a little queer-o like yew doin' out here in nothin' but skin huh?" The man asked in a sinister tone. Nick could smell the liquor on his breath. He couldn't say anything, this man was going to kill him! "See now, we just lookin for a bit of fun is all, and it don't look like anyone'll miss a naked little queer-o like you, so you gon' help us out huh?" The man shifted his grip with his knife and prepared to cut a line down Nick's torso. His heart pounded, and his breath was sparse. His vision was blinking in and out from fear. "Hey," the man said as his eyes tracked over Nick's chest. "Whatzis here? A birthmark?" Nick looked where the knife was now pointing on his chest. There on his left pectoral was a brownish mark about the size of a chess peice. "Well, I like the shape o' that thing. So Ah'm gon' cut it right out an' save it!" God this guy was nuts, and his partner just seemed to be laughing like a doofus the whole time. Nick's eyes tracked the knife as it came closer and closer to the mark. wait, that mark! He thought, his mind clearing for a moment. How he wished he could be a behemoth again, just so he could beat these guys into a coma.

A hot slicing feeling burned through Nick's chest as the knife cut his skin. His mouth shot open and his head swung back as he screamed at the feeling. Just before he screamed though, he saw everything go into a blueish haze.

"Hoo hoo!" The knife man cheered as he contuinued his work slowly and listened to Nick's screams. "Dammit, hold 'im still Lar'!" He called to the thinner man holding Nick.

"Ah can't!" Larry said back over the screams. "This runt's a lot stronger'n he looks Dew!" The first man, Dewey apparently, looked back to his work. The kid's thrashing was growing more and more violent, and was that hair on his chest there a second ago? "Jus' f---in' stick 'im Dew an' let's go!" Larry yelled, almost unable to contain Nick's motions. It might just have been him again, but Dewey could swear the kid's scream was getting deeper. He shrugged, pulled the knife back and plunged it up under Nick's solar plexus. A fatal wound for sure. Nick's scream choked in his throat and Larry let him drop to the ground. They breathed heavily for a second and then turned to leave. "Man, that wa'nt no fun--" Larry began but was interupted by a sound. They turned back and saw the kid on the ground writhing and convulsing, and did he somehow seem bigger? "F---! He aint dead!" Larry yelled.

"No s--- Lar'!" Dewey yelled at the man as he ran back over to finish the job. He leapt on Nick, knife in hand, but was thrown back almost effortlessly by one sweep of an enormous arm. Larry ran over to his cohort and they both quivered as an epic roar escaped from the teenager they'd tried to murder. "Ah- Ahm' swearin' off the hard stuff for gewd Lar'." Dewey said shakily as the creature before them swelled and grew to epic proportions.

Nick opened his eyes again as the Behemoth. His gaze illuminated the nighttime forest with pale blue light. He saw his attackers and blindly charged forward. "You stabbed me!" He bellowed as he swatted Dewey into a tree. The round man fell to the ground with a thud and groaned into unconciousness. "You tried to kill me!!" He grabbed up Larry in one mighty claw so that they were eye to eye. His throat rumbled with a terrifying growl. A foul smell polluted the air as Larry soiled himself. The behemoth let loose with a mighty roar, causing the frightened man's hair to be blown as if in a strong wind. The great beast lifted the little man high into the air and than slammed him into the forest floor.

Nick panted heavily for a moment as he calmed down. He looked at the two motionless bodies and his mind cleared again. "Oh! Oh s---!" he said out loud. "I think I killed them!" He quickly padded over to the first man, he listened for a heartbeat... It was slow, but evident. Then, over to the second man, again, a very slow rate, but alive nonetheless. "I hit them hard, they might really both be in a coma." Nick said half guiltily and half releived. Suddenly, he felt that squeezing sensation again, like when he was sleeping. He looked around and everything seemed to be growing. He looked at himself and realized that he was actually shrinking. His tail pulled back into him slowly as his back straightened up, his arms returned to their proportional length, his fur shrank back beneth his skin somehow, his face and head rearranged back to a human form, his legs shifted back to normal and he lost his tremendous muscle mass. He breathed in heavily as if he had just removed a cloth from over his face. He realized once more that he was still naked and decided to borrow the clothes of Dewey and wear them back to his house. Inside the fat man's pocket, he found a banged up cell phone. Miraculously, it still held a charge. He dialed up the emergency number and called for an ambulence. He gave directions as to where he was and where the two men were and hung up. He then proceeded to jog home.

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Chapter 2

Nick looked down at himself, still in shock. How did this happen? He was now a nine foot tall... something. He couldn't think of any animal that looked like this. He had elongated arms that hung down to his knees, a long neck covered in a black mane, large pointed ears high on his head, a muzzle with two short tusks sticking out of the lower jaw, digitigrade legs, paw-like hands and feet with short razor sharp claws extending from his digits, an eight foot long tail, and his entire body was thick with dense muscle and coated in bristly grey fur. I'm some kinda... Behemoth! He thought. Yeah, a behemoth. But God! WHY!? How did this happen!? As Nick continued to examine himself he realized that he looked a hell of a lot like that strange object he found on the football feild. I picked it up and it just disappeared during practice. Did it somehow... merge with me or something? He questioned to himself. That must be it! As f---ed up as all of this is, that's the only answer I can find. The similarites are undeniable!

Suddenly, a high pitched noise blared through Nick's ears. He yelled, and was surprised by the fact that his yell sounded more like an animalistic roar. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that there was a woman passed out on the ground. S---, I must look like some kind of monster. Well... I kind of am though so, 'can't really blame her. Nick inched closer to the woman, he realized that when he concentrated, he could hear her breathing, and even her heartbeat. She was breathing regularly, and her heart was just a bit fast, but that's to be expected from being surprised like that. He carefully lifted her out of the alleyway and placed her back in the yard from whence she walked out of.

After tending to the woman, Nick turned to leave. It was a weekday, so not many people were home, but he knew they would come, especially after his roaring and the woman's scream. He prepared to run, but then thought, where would he go? The park! He thought. Lots of forest, it'll be easy to stay hidden there! Stealthily, well, as stealthy as a three meter, 3/4 ton behemoth can be, Nick made his way to Shane Park, a wide area of land mostly made up of woodland, with a feild for activities, a baseball diamond, and a kiddie playground. Of course, the latter three regeons are not ideal for hiding out, but the former was perfect for him.

Nick made his off the forest trails and found the large uprooted tree he used to play on as a kid. The roots formed a sort of shelter that he could fit inside if he sat down. He sighed heavily. It was just now setting in on him that he was actually stuck out here. He couldn't go to his home, or even out into public for that matter. He would have to live out the rest of his life in the forest or on the run. The thoughts seemed to be depressing the enormous beast of a high schooler to the point of his laying down under the damp roots and shutting his eyes. He drifted off into a strange sleep. All the while he tossed and turned as he rested. He felt like he was being squeezed or compacted into a small package or something.

In a few hours that seemed like a few moments, he started to stir back into conciousness as a voice came to him. "Hey boy." It said in a lazy slurred sound. Nick opened his eyes lazily to see a brown boot in front of his face. Someone was standing over him. He jweked frantically up into a sitting position, thinking they must be some hunters or something, meaning they must have a gun on them, and seeing as he was some sort of enormous creature, they might try to "bag" him so to speak. He looked at the speaker, he was a round, pink faced man who looked very dirty, with a scowl on his face. Behind the speaker, Nick noticed a second man, this one taller with a thinner yet muscular build. The two men suddenly grinned horribly, and then started almost cackling with loud laughter. What's so funny?! Nick thought as he looked up at them. Waitaminute, looking up at them? He looked at his body and was surprised to see no hinto of fur, claws or a tail at all. He was back to normal! Nick smiled in relief, then realized somethnig. He was naked! Quickly he moved to cover himself with his hands. His face turned red as he stood up from under the tree's roots. He started to try and run as the two strange men laughed.

Suddenly, Nick felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see the round man still grinning. "Now hold on there boy!" He said almost commandingly. Nick didn't want to waste breath with this guy, he tried to run again, but the other man had already circled around and caught him by both shoulders. He was turned around and put in a choke hold to face the first man, whom was now brandishing a hunting knife. "Now boy, what's a little queer-o like yew doin' out here in nothin' but skin huh?" The man asked in a sinister tone. Nick could smell the liquor on his breath. He couldn't say anything, this man was going to kill him! "See now, we just lookin for a bit of fun is all, and it don't look like anyone'll miss a naked little queer-o like you, so you gon' help us out huh?" The man shifted his grip with his knife and prepared to cut a line down Nick's torso. His heart pounded, and his breath was sparse. His vision was blinking in and out from fear. "Hey," the man said as his eyes tracked over Nick's chest. "Whatzis here? A birthmark?" Nick looked where the knife was now pointing on his chest. There on his left pectoral was a brownish mark about the size of a chess peice. "Well, I like the shape o' that thing. So Ah'm gon' cut it right out an' save it!" God this guy was nuts, and his partner just seemed to be laughing like a doofus the whole time. Nick's eyes tracked the knife as it came closer and closer to the mark. wait, that mark! He thought, his mind clearing for a moment. How he wished he could be a behemoth again, just so he could beat these guys into a coma.

A hot slicing feeling burned through Nick's chest as the knife cut his skin. His mouth shot open and his head swung back as he screamed at the feeling. Just before he screamed though, he saw everything go into a blueish haze.

"Hoo hoo!" The knife man cheered as he contuinued his work slowly and listened to Nick's screams. "Dammit, hold 'im still Lar'!" He called to the thinner man holding Nick.

"Ah can't!" Larry said back over the screams. "This runt's a lot stronger'n he looks Dew!" The first man, Dewey apparently, looked back to his work. The kid's thrashing was growing more and more violent, and was that hair on his chest there a second ago? "Jus' f---in' stick 'im Dew an' let's go!" Larry yelled, almost unable to contain Nick's motions. It might just have been him again, but Dewey could swear the kid's scream was getting deeper. He shrugged, pulled the knife back and plunged it up under Nick's solar plexus. A fatal wound for sure. Nick's scream choked in his throat and Larry let him drop to the ground. They breathed heavily for a second and then turned to leave. "Man, that wa'nt no fun--" Larry began but was interupted by a sound. They turned back and saw the kid on the ground writhing and convulsing, and did he somehow seem bigger? "F---! He aint dead!" Larry yelled.

"No s--- Lar'!" Dewey yelled at the man as he ran back over to finish the job. He leapt on Nick, knife in hand, but was thrown back almost effortlessly by one sweep of an enormous arm. Larry ran over to his cohort and they both quivered as an epic roar escaped from the teenager they'd tried to murder. "Ah- Ahm' swearin' off the hard stuff for gewd Lar'." Dewey said shakily as the creature before them swelled and grew to epic proportions.

Nick opened his eyes again as the Behemoth. His gaze illuminated the nighttime forest with pale blue light. He saw his attackers and blindly charged forward. "You stabbed me!" He bellowed as he swatted Dewey into a tree. The round man fell to the ground with a thud and groaned into unconciousness. "You tried to kill me!!" He grabbed up Larry in one mighty claw so that they were eye to eye. His throat rumbled with a terrifying growl. A foul smell polluted the air as Larry soiled himself. The behemoth let loose with a mighty roar, causing the frightened man's hair to be blown as if in a strong wind. The great beast lifted the little man high into the air and than slammed him into the forest floor.

Nick panted heavily for a moment as he calmed down. He looked at the two motionless bodies and his mind cleared again. "Oh! Oh s---!" he said out loud. "I think I killed them!" He quickly padded over to the first man, he listened for a heartbeat... It was slow, but evident. Then, over to the second man, again, a very slow rate, but alive nonetheless. "I hit them hard, they might really both be in a coma." Nick said half guiltily and half releived. Suddenly, he felt that squeezing sensation again, like when he was sleeping. He looked around and everything seemed to be growing. He looked at himself and realized that he was actually shrinking. His tail pulled back into him slowly as his back straightened up, his arms returned to their proportional length, his fur shrank back beneth his skin somehow, his face and head rearranged back to a human form, his legs shifted back to normal and he lost his tremendous muscle mass. He breathed in heavily as if he had just removed a cloth from over his face. He realized once more that he was still naked and decided to borrow the clothes of Dewey and wear them back to his house. Inside the fat man's pocket, he found a banged up cell phone. Miraculously, it still held a charge. He dialed up the emergency number and called for an ambulence. He gave directions as to where he was and where the two men were and hung up. He then proceeded to jog home.