I let out a sigh. The bullies left after "messing" with me; that's what they called it, anyway. Beating me up was a more accurate description. It wasn't too bad, just some bruises here and there. I picked myself up and headed home for the weekend. I'm certainly glad I won't be seeing them for the next couple of days.

When I arrived home I quickly locked myself away in my room. After my father died, my mother lost interest in my brother and me. I can tell that his death caused her to become very unstable. She was often trying to soothe her soul by trying to replace dad. In doing so she ignored us a lot. Over time, my brother and I learned to take care of ourselves, not needing to rely on mom. My brother Greg was with me in my room. He was laying on the bed, passing time with a bored expression on his face.

The sun began to set as noon transitioned into afternoon. We were both still locked in our room when Greg noticed a bruise on my arm.

"Hey, Vector. Did the bullies get to you?" he asked, obviously concerned.

"Yeah," I sighed. "They got me again." I replied, defeated.

"You gotta be strong, don't let them push you around like that."

"I wish I could be strong, but the fact is that I'm not."

"Don't say that," he said, attempting to lift my spirit, "you'll get stronger. I'm sure of it."

There was a pause in our conversation. I started to have a headache. I thrust myself onto my bed and clutched my head to numb the pain. It didn't work. The pain kept growing and growing. I had heard from a couple friends of mine getting migraines, headaches so bad that you felt like you wanted to throw up. I had never had one myself, but this imagine this to fit the description.

"Whoa, are you alright? What's going on?"

As I lay there, a while light enveloped me. My skin bulged, covering every inch of me in a gross boil type clumps. They began to pulsate, beat like a heart pumping blood. Soon my entire body was covered with huge bumps that covered me so much that none of my previous body could be seen. I began to shrink from my five foot six inches. Smaller and smaller I became until I was about half my original size.

"Vector?!" my brother cried with worry in his voice.

My teeth grew into fangs. Organs disappeared, grew, and shifted inside of me. My hands and feet turned into a set of four claws, turning me from bipedal into a quadped monster. A set of mandibles grew out of the side of my head, a foreign body part to me. A pair of huge antenna looking things with a sickle attached to the end grew out of my back and danged there. A tail shot out of my behind, tearing through my pants which have managed to survive this far. The bumps hardened and turned brown, becoming a super hard armor for my body.

Greg watch as his brother became this monster. He was stunned about the fact that his brother was no longer human, rather some type of alien canine. At best, he imagined himself away unscathed. It took all of his strength to remain as still as possible, not wanting to agitate the beast.

Slowly, I woke up from my headache. To be honest, I felt much better than before. I felt stronger. My brother was frozen in shock like he'd just seen a monster. I soon found out the reason. I lifted my arm, which was now a claw, to my face. I ran, tried looking back at my body, trying to see what other changes could have happened. Struggling to get a good look, I turned to my brother.

"Greg, get a mirror, quick!"

He flinched. That strange thing that I was his brother just a minute ago, I was talking to him, even sounding like his brother. He slowly backed away, making way for the door.

I tried to run after him, but I tripped. I wasn't used to running on all fours. I couldn't really get anywhere. I stated at my claws and cursed at them for being so useless. I pouted on the floor. Greg noticed my attempt to charge at him and immediately rushed out of the room, fleeing for his life.

I found myself alone, alone and feared by my brother. I couldn't stay at home, if Greg freaked out about my appearance, I'm sure people who don't even know me would be scared. I spent the first few minutes adapting to my new body, the whole walking on four legs was hard to adapt since I've lived my entire live on two. I still haven't seen what I look like, and judging by Greg's reaction I don't think I look like a fluffy bunny. I hopped over to our drawers with a mirror on its top. Only problem is that now I'm a three foot tall thing so I couldn't even see my reflection in the mirror. I tackled the drawer, causing the mirror to fall off and crash besides the bed, the shattered pieces of glass centered around the once former mirror. I flinched at the demonic hound looking creature that was me. To be honest, I looked pretty scary, even to myself. What was I? Was I an alien dog? Was I some species that's never been discovered before?

It felt so unnatural, tripping and slipping over my back claws, as I finally crawled over to the door, after many failed attempts. I was finally beginning to understand the purpose of the tail in maintaining my balance. I'd say I was making pretty decent progress since I became whatever I was, for about half an hour. Though it pales in comparison to some baby animals who learn to walk in fifteen minutes after they are born. I made it out of my room and down the hall. I don't even know where Greg ran off to, but he probably wouldn't want to see me again. After a humiliating tumble down the stairs, which surprisingly didn't hurt as much as I remembered it, I limped out of the doggie door, squeezing and shaking my way. I ran away from the home that had rejected me, towards the woods behind our house where I spent most of my childhood playing and exploring.

I immediately began running. I've never felt better. All that previous anxiety seemed to fade away as I aimlessly ran. I didn't know where, but I followed my subconscious guide into the forest.

It was the old tree house. A bit more into the past, dad built this tree house for us when by brother and I were little, before he passed away. Looking at the old thing flooded my mind with memories of good times. I remember once when I fell off the tree house and Greg carried me all the way back home by himself. Another time, a squirrel came and robbed us of our food. I chuckled at that scene.

Why was I led here? Before I could really think about a good explanation, a purple substance that caked the ground caught my eyes. I could feel something echoing, but not that strongly. Like something was calling to me. I walked toward the substance, curious about the mysterious substance until I came upon a huge towering structure. It almost looked… alive.