Feral

Malachi couldn't look at himself at the moment, but if he could, he would find himself totally jarring.

His lean, muscular build had developed a thin grey coat of fur.

The same color as his sister's hair. The same as his was now.

Bold, bright red stripes appeared on his body, beginning down his neck and back, but spreading all the way across his arms and torso.

A familiar hissing sound could be heard from within the detention center.

Malachi's hair lifted itself up as his dreads turned into a writhing mass of venomous, agitated snakes.

His teeth were growing too big for his mouth. His claws almost too big for his fingers.

The only other occupant in the room with him to witness this frightening undertaking was a cybernetic being far and above the rest.

His body from the neck down was covered in a sleek, white metal.

Only his face was that of a slack jawed older man with dreamlike brown hair and sky blue eyes.