It was a quiet night. It seemed as though the whole world had fallen asleep. The wind flew through the slightly open window bringing with it a musty scent of rain. The pitter-patter of the rain had stopped a while ago. What was left was a distant song of noisy cicadas.

In the room lay a small figure covered in a white blanket. Despite the cool wind, the figure was sweating profusely. The figures' face peeped out the heavy blanket. It belonged to a young girl. Her bright red face was contorted in discomfort as she shifted around.

Her movement caused the blanket to slip off revealing a body covered in pulsing veins and purple bruises. A small groan left her lips as she seemed to have been aroused from her sleep.

Her head felt groggy as the impact of her newfound pain hit her. It was unlike whatever she had ever felt. But if she were to describe it, she would say that it was like the pain she felt when her intestines twisted the wrong way.

She would crouch over and would try to find postures which would soothe her pain. Concerned crowd of friends would offer her pads thinking her period had made an entrance before they learned that it was just her intestines.

But this pain extended all over her body. She twisted her body in multiple direction which caused her blanket to fall off the bed. The bright full moon lit up her now exposed figure. A shaky hand extended towards the table trying to get hold of a phone.

Just before it could reach its target, the hand fell down on the bed. The owner of that hand was convulsing as she thought to herself, "Is it a fever?"

But normal fevers never came so harsh in her experience. Her mind went to the times her father would catch dengue. It happened surprisingly often. While her father lay on his bed, her mother would fuss about him, reminding him of his aching joints and blaring fever. Scolding him about how he shouldn't go out into the wild so much. About how he should stay with his family more often.

The girl would peek through cracks of the door, looking at her father with amazement in her eyes. Their eyes would sometimes meet and her father would give her an enigmatic smile. As if he held a deep secret that nobody knew.

In one of his usual jungle expedition, he went with his usual group of friends and never returned. 

The girls' attention shifted to her body when she felt her muscle move in a way they were not supposed to. Her muscles were slithering against her skin and bones causing her immense agony. Her muscles were moving apart from each other and the hollows they left were filled up by some liquid.

Her skin was beginning to rip apart and the girl was loosing all sense of her herself.

She clawed her bed in hopes of lessening her pain. She grabbed a bundle of her bed sheet and held onto it like a lone log floating in a never-ending ocean. She held onto it like her life depended on it.

But alas, the pain did not go away.

A new type of pain hit her as she felt her bones breaking, ripping apart along with her nerves. Pushing her head into her pillow, she tried to scream.

Instead of a scream came a groan. That groan turned into a growl. A growl so animal that it surprised the girl. A growl that was originally intended to be a scream left her lips as her hands left go of her sheets and landed on her neck clasping it.

The hand on her neck felt alien. Like it belonged to someone else. Yet so familiar. Another unsettling memory forced itself into her mind making her temporarily forget her pain.

It was a quiet winter afternoon. She and her brother were sitting in the balcony trying to bask in the last rays of sunlight before it turned cold. She fondled her sleeping brothers' soft, recently washed hair. Before she knew it, she was asleep too.

Though her brother was in deep sleep, her own sleep was light and fleeting. Maybe that was why she woke up just as she felt a hand creeping up her neck, seemingly trying to take her life. A hand that was definitely not human.

The hand had sharp long nails that were digging into her small neck. Every sensation, every little huff of air breathed out by the owner of the hand was vivid. Disturbingly vivid.

She was awake but she felt as if she couldn't move. No, she didn't dare move. Before she could react, she heard her mother screeching. Her eyes opened just as she felt the hand move away. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

A blurring image jumped out the balcony as the girls' mother came running to her examining her wounds.

Her brother had woken up confused as he got up and examined her with apparent concern. Her father soon entered worried about the scream and ran up to the girl seeing her wounds. He looked like any other father worried about his daughters' health but the girl could not help but notice a peculiar glint in her fathers' eye.

His eyes seemed rather overjoyed then.

The moon was now turning silver and was in its brightest and most proud state. The cicada sounds were starting to die out. But the girls' torment was yet to be over. The hollows from all the rips in her body were being filled up with some kind of liquid. The liquid was hardening and taking its place in the hollows.

Though that did not mean that her pain was gone. She felt her teeth extending along with her face becoming more pointed which brought a new kind of pain.

All of her limbs were stretching and she could feel her nails lengthening. She tried to bite her lips but she couldn't find the plump little bags of flesh. So she bit her tongue. Hard. So hard that she felt a chunk of flesh clip off. She rolled the chunk of flesh around her tongue as the taste of blood and the flesh intoxicated her.

She lightly bit the flesh and felt her sanity seeping away. She tried to control herself by holding on to whatever human thought she had but only one thing was left on her mind, 'Blood.'

Her eyes glowed blood red as she gave an aggressive growl. Her humanity had already left her. She was now nothing but a monster.

Unknown to her, a camera zoomed into her. The camera had examined the girls' every move without her knowledge for the last 10 years.

The people behind the camera rejoiced. Another one of their tests had been successful.

Everyone congratulated Dr. Smith who took charge of the experiment. The doctor had a mechanical smile on his face as he received the greetings graciously. A dispatch of scientists were sent to the location of the subject and the remaining scientists took their leave for a much needed break.

The only one who was left was Dr. Smith who got up his chair and looked at the ferocious beast through the large monitor. His genuine smile was finally breaking into his mechanical one. But the smile was twisted and evil.

His smile widened and his eyes turned blood red as he thought of how subject 56432 had been a success.

No, how another one of his daughter had been a success.

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