This story inspired by the writings of MonikerSmith and XXXecil
Chapter 2 - The turning of Lee
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Lee with his head buried in his pillow still quiet groggy from sleep reached for that damned alarm clock, after knocking a glass of water and his glasses off the bedside table he finally switched it off. Lee listened to the sound of water from the spilt glass dripping off the table. He sighed and thought to himself, why did he set the alarm anyway, there is no job to go to today. Reluctantly he sat up and got out of bed, Crunch! He knew what that was great I will be squinting all day now.
Lee slowly walked towards the bathroom grabbing an old shirt hanging from his door. Perhaps because he was without glasses or more likely, Lee was too lost in his own thoughts to see the bloodied shirt he went to bed with ripped apart on the floor nor did he notice the deep claw marks down the wall beside it or the burn marks across the floor.
The hot water from the shower felt good that morning Lee wished he never had to step out just disappear forever in the waters warmth because he hated the next chore shaving. It was not the act of shaving; it was the fact that shaving his face was a male thing. Reminders of this prison this curse and to add further insult he had to look at his own face. Lee had always hated seeing his reflection his male body it was not him it was someone else the face of his warden.
Lee was just about to start soaping up his chest when his hand brushed something rough, in surprise he let out a "what the!" dropping the soap he looked in horror at a large scar directly over his heart. He run from the shower to the mirror and could not believe his eyes. Lee was puzzled in shock what happened! Then he recalled something a flash of memory of his room being red and a smell of burning flesh.
His skin crawled as he remembered intense pain and screaming. Lee broke out in a sweat he was not sure what happened the night before but he was sure something horrifying happened to him. He ran into his room and this time he did notice the burn marks from what looked like hooves then he had another flash of memory a clawed hand ripping his face. He instinctively put his hands up to protect his face the memory was so real but he felt no wound, he gasped when he noticed his bloodied and ripped shirt laying on the ground nearby.
The deal he suddenly remembered, the name Maephrogh slipped from his lips and at that very moment, he felt something wrong. His insides felt hot, an intense pressure was building inside his hips , pain in his left shoulder spread across to his right his legs felt weak as he dropped to his knees on the floor. The scar on his heart glowed a bright orange it started hissing and burning as flames leaped from it, skin around it boiled the agony was extreme.