Of Transformants and Brevity - Turk Vincent Valent

Named after the song that inspired it..<br />
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A feeling like winter's icy touch took him over suddenly, and within an instant the Turk had bolted upright, gasping in a terrible fright from the edge of another night terror... or at least, that was what he thought it had been. The occurrence of the nightmare flashed before his eyes and he swiftly looked down to check his wounds.. to find that the bullet-holes he had seen blown through him numerous times... were no where to be seen. He sighed in relief of this.. that proved it had to have been a dream... yet.. where was he? His vision cleared slowly as he looked about, met with the soft glow of a lamp hanging above him, and the silent atmosphere of the library around him... He shivered feverishly, wrapping his arms around himself as he slowly slid off the operation table... How did he get back down here? <br />
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The remembrance of those hellish black eyes of the madman who took him prisoner flashed before his mind, causing him to cringe back, his heart skipping a beat... and then another.. and then another.. Something seemed wrong, for his heart-rate was beginning to elevate... He panicked as his breathing turned shallow and a sharp cry bolted from his lips.. Pain ripped at his insides, like the claws of a beast shredding at his organs from the inside.. He stumbled forward, hunching over as his back arched and his mouth gurgled forth blood which splattered across the floor... <br />
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He turned around in a fright, crimson eyes flying wide as he swore he had heard the sounds of deep demonic growling reverberating across the confines of his mind... He clasped at his mouth as his life-blood wretched out of him, staining his palms and dripping to the floor in a gory mess... He panted heavily letting his terrified eyes pan down to gaze upon his hands.. yet what he saw, twisted his anguished face into a mortified expression of horror.. His scream tore out across the basement as his hands had turned claw-like, violet hair racing up his skin, like a disease devouring his flesh.. He tore at the arms of his blue coat, scratching at his arms in vain to stop the mutation from spreading.. yet it continued to consume him.. He shrieked again, stumbling out the of the library, his head filling with the deafening sounds of roars and feral gnarls..<br />
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He could hear the sound of his clothing ripping and tearing, as he staggered across the rocky-floor, his pant-legs and sleeves tearing as muscle trembled and convulsed, tensing and growing painfully… Long thick talons burst through his black boots, causing him to stumbled over, striking his head against the unforgiving ground.. Horns sparked against the rock as they pierced through the flesh of his skull.. His long black unruly hair beginning to bleed a bright crimson color..<br />
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The Turk’s screams raged as he reared back, forcing himself to stand as his spine quaked, a long violet tail thrusting out from his backside and lashing wildly in his panic.. Yet his racing heart seemed to stop dead within his transforming body.. as glowing scarlet eyes.. were met with black hellish orbs, set behind glaring glass frames.. His crimson eyes widened, his jaw dropping in pure disbelief at the man who stood before him, clad in white, and a sinister smile mocking him upon his serpentine lips..<br />
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His anguished scream ripped through the air, his voice intertwining with the vocals of a beast, deepened drastically from it’s former siren grace, “What…. Have you.. DONE TO ME!??!”<br />
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((Background is from Planetunreal.com, edited purple by me.))<br />
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-Seraphim