I'm back everyone! So, this is an experimental story and I may not continue it. Remember, feedback is always loved.
Shawn scrambled around his apartment, desperately trying to ease the pain. He paced back and forth, panting. Sweat formed on his forehead and he groaned as yet another fiery hot rush of pain coursed through his veins. This had been happening more often lately, and for reasons Shawn didn't want to think about. Its imposable, right?
A sudden pain brought him to his knees and a sob escaped his parted mouth. This couldn't be happening. Not now. On his hands and knees he crawled into his bedroom and, through squinted eyes, groped the top of the nightstand by his bed for his phone. He knocked it onto the floor and did an epic face plant next to it. Hitting the screen, he speed dialed the only person who could help.
He's going to be so pissed, Shawn thought as the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Gus, buddy!" Shawn forced out through gritted teeth.
"Are you okay, Shawn? You sound like your in pain!" Gus asked.
"Gus, I-" he broke off and roared in pain, "Don't know how much longer…I can talk… you know that weird gun we found at the crazy scientists lab?"
"Yeah the one Lassiter took for evidence? What's going on Shawn?"
"Aggghhh!" Shawn screamed. "Lassie didn't take it! I did! Last week I accidentally shot myself with it, but there was no bullet and I wasn't wounded! Something's happening to me though, Gus!"
Suddenly his body convulsed and he hissed softly into the phone, "Help me, Gus." and he ended the call.
He rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself onto his hands and knees. He screamed in pain and arched his back, his spine becoming more pronounced. His arms started shifting before his very eyes and became longer and thinner. As his bones rearranged themselves, he tried to stand upright, but found that too hard and remained on the floor. His teeth grew longer and his jaw bones extended outward, forming a slender muzzle. Soft brown fur covered him from snout to claw, and a tail grew.
Muscles throbbing, his clothes ripped away from his new body and he slumped weekly on the floor, the transformation complete. He whimpered softly, not knowing exactly what to think. But right now, only three words were racing through his mind.
What. The. Hell.