The Beast is Unleashed

The scene was surreal. A man was transforming into something unnatural right before our eyes. The bloodied corpses of the dead scientists on the floor only heightened the dread.

“What the hell is this!?” Billy shouted, his voice laced with shock. “We need to kill this thing—right now!”

I could feel it too—immense, unstable energy radiating from the man. Billy’s instinct was right. But kill him?

Without hesitation, Billy unsheathed his blade and stepped forward.

“Wait!” William blocked his path.

Then he turned to face all of us. “He’s still human—and he’s in pain. We need to help him.”

The man’s screams tore through the room. His bones cracked and reformed in grotesque, unnatural shapes. He was enduring unimaginable agony.

Could he even be saved anymore?

“It’s too late,” said a man in a blood-splattered lab coat, standing beside the chained figure. “The process has already begun.”