The Chronicle: Arrival

Chapter 1

One Day Before Arrival

The young man groaned painfully as he opened his eyes. He coughed heavily, furthering the pain throughout his body with his uncoordinated body spasms. He felt himself crash to the floor, shooting massive amounts of agony through him. The young man felt cold against the hard floor.

                He opened his eyes slowly. Blackness. He could see nothing but eerie darkness. But his eyes were fine?! How could he be blind?! He went to rub his eyes with his hands but felt himself fade into unconsciousness.

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Pain shot up through his spine and body, like something was exploding out from his back. He screamed in misery, but no words came out of his mouth. He screamed for someone to help him, but no one came.

                The young man then felt his hands shrinking, forcing their ways into his hands like retractable claws except with the bone-crunching sounds they made as they imploded. He screamed even more, still afraid as he heard nothing. When his fingers had completely imploded, his hands began to widen.

                He felt the unfathomable amount of pain in his hands as the widened and thickened, twisting his bones and ligaments into an absurd shape that he couldn’t quite place at the time.

                At least the floor wasn’t hard anymore. It felt more like he was floating; not falling, but floating in place. Floating in the blackness he saw that swallowed his consciousness one last time.

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The pain in his back didn’t stop. The agony in his limbs didn’t cease. His brain was becoming overloaded as the pain of his transformation quickened to impossible speeds. He felt like he would explode.

                But what was he changing into? He was well aware of the transformation within him now. He had felt the fur on his chest grow immeasurably. Was he to become a grotesque creature of hell, or perhaps his transformation could be an explanation to Bigfoot?

                But whatever it was that he was to turn into, he did not want it. He wanted it to all be a dream; he wanted it to all be a hallucination caused by something he ate or drank. The pain was just too much. He couldn’t handle it. It was starting to crack his mind and soul…

                The agony…

                The misery…

                It all came at once as his disproportioned body began to take new form. He felt his body give birth to two new appendages that grew out of his upper back. There was a moment of reprieve for him. He felt himself become blissful. Was it over? Was he to wake soon?

                Suddenly, his neck snapped, cracked, and crunch under his head. He could scream as his neck began to deform itself like the rest of his body had. Then his mouth and nose began to grow too, hitting all of his senses with an overload of anguish and torment.

                When would it just stop? He couldn’t take much more of it…he was going to lose his mind if the pain kept coming…

                Just…

                So much…

                Pain.

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The pain subsided for increments of five minutes for each hour of agony until finally he felt his body begin to settle with its physical form. He couldn’t move anything though; the phantom pains still existed in him.

                Then…

                Everything became blissful, euphoric even. He felt his body finally come to peace with itself. Peace to end the war his body had fought.

                But the peace was soon broken.

                “Ah!!” he screamed, finally able to hear the blood curdling cries of anguish escaping him.

                He felt his insides being to move around. He felt sick as his internals shifted and moved. He could feel his kidney press against his wall of skin and muscle, the only things keeping him in place. He felt his lungs begin to grow in size slightly, pressing against his diaphragm and ribs.

Crack! He felt his ribs shatter as his lungs pressed upwards against his body. He couldn’t breathe anymore. It felt like something was smothering him, choking his windpipe and preventing him to inhale or exhale.

Crack! He couldn’t scream as he felt bones begin to form in his new limbs all the while his ribs began to reform around his newly shaped internals. The bones in his new limbs grew from nothingness and out of the tiniest of spaces in-between the muscles and blood vessels. He felt said muscles and blood vessels begin to tear within him.

                He couldn’t move still. The phantom pains and present pain were too much for him. If he moved his strained body even a little it hurt. Even breathing was starting to become impossible.

Just stop…wake me up please, he pleaded in his head.

                He felt his heart tear into two. Then there was no more pain, phantom or otherwise. He shook, quivering in place as he floated in nothingness. He felt his heart split into two, literally. Straight down the middle his heart separated, gushing blood inside of him and all along his newly formed internals.

                His eyes rolled into the back of his head…