Fang of Stone

     Paul Pack, average college sophomore, soon to be a bit beyond average.  The bell had rang and he just got through with Mrs. Smith's first period English class.  Prodding through the halls after the bell he scurmaged into his messy locker for something much of paper and books.  Down the hall, around the corner, through the library, and out Paul came to the opposing wing of the school building, where at the foot of the stairwell lie his next class.  Forward Paul went down the steps in a kind of orderly fashion, but no need to stop by the classroom just yet...  For lie around the next couple of corners was his favored milk machine.  Heading the general direction of it and exchanging a few words with acquaintances he took out his wallet and slid the dollar into the machine, with some taps and a pop out came a Chocolate milk bottle.  Now he could focus, more so than without one.  Retracing the pathway back to the foot of the staircase Paul came back into the room and was met with a more interesting sight.

    Hardly anyone was there, just a single person he knew, nobody else around.  The teacher was gone and with a pissed off look on his face he pointed to a sign hanging adjacent to the door.  Reading that she wouldn't be there and to just have a free day.

    "The others took it as a sign to go to the gym," Remarked his friend.

    "Figured I'd stay back and wait for ya, just so you'd know."- He finished

    "Hmph, whatever, wanna go?" -Inquired Paul
   
    "May as well, oh but there was another reason I wanted to stay back, was mainly because........"

    Fishing around his jean pocket momentarily before finally pulling out this decently sized wrapping of something before chucking it at Paul.  Having a chocolate milk in his good hand, Paul had to use his left, and managed to nab it against his mind set of having to reach to pick it up from not catching it in the end.

    "Hey, what is this?" -Questioned Paul

    "Meh, nothing special just...felt like picking it up for you.  I found it when I was, out, one night." - Came back from his friend.

    Unwrapping the odd thing Paul found himself with a thick string, and more wrapping...  Small amounts of frustration caused the rest to disappear there after, but he was careful at the tip of something sharp.  Similar to that of a shark tooth and bear claw, was before him what seemed to be a large fang, maybe a third the size of his thumb all together even!  For something that thick, it'd have had to have come from something huge.

    "What in the hell is this thing from, I mean thanks for it and all, but shiiiiiiiiii...."- Interjected Paul to the surprising gift.

    "It's nothing really, lets go."- Walking out his friend stated.

    Pitching the new dark fang over his neck and following along to the gym.  It can be considered a good day, a day of change, one to be engraved in a stone slab.  Catching up with his friend, the two strolled into the gym.  Thuds and screeches were going about, a game of football by using a dodge ball was going on inside the large room.  Shaking his head up and down Paul decided to get in on the game by joining the one side that was uneven, making things a bit better.  Paul's friend roamed over to the bleachers and just laid back making something of small talk with a few others.  Given it was in school, age or not, only tag football for in the gym, mainly for safety reasons.

    Game was pretty good, make it to the other side of the gym without a touch, and other various rules of the sort.  Paul was pretty ready, he'd been needing to do something entertaining at the least lately.  Being grounded from video games from a bad report card, there wasn't much left to his imagination to do around the house.  Clawed necklace about his neck, Paul felt pretty good, he was on the more defensive for the moment in the game.  Looking about everyone started with a sudden jolts and darts around in different directions, thumping his way over to the left area.  Hearing his name shout out by a team mate, Paul turned around to see a thin kid running with the ball, trying to get around him, Paul dug his feet in and pushed hard forward, sending the kid plummeting with an exceptionally hard thud, ball rolling into half court.

    This was maddness!  Paul had laid out almost every single runner in that game that was his way!  Most people had to quit from getting downed so hard.  Everybody thought this one kid had to go home or at least to the doctor, he said it felt like running into a rock wall and popped his jaw out of place.  Paul was feeling better than usual, everyone called the game off early, which made him grunt and a bit mad.  He was ready to keep on going and play more, but nobody seemed in the spirit of it.  Looking down in disappointment, before looking back over at the clock, the bell was still about 15 minutes off.  Sluggishly Paul went over to the bleachers and fell back onto a metal bench, but to his shock it cracked all up and along the seat, startling him to sit up quickly.

    Looking back down at the seat, it was shattered entirely!  This shouldn't have happened, Paul wasn't that big, he'd sat down in these plenty of times and nothing like this had happened before, the metal that constructed them was solid.  Them breaking like they did wasn't an easy feat, Paul was merely glad he set out where nobody could hear or see, deciding not to hang around there he just walked over to some others and made conversation until the bell signaling break. Paul's stomach did note a powerful grumble from within.  Making a bit of a face at it, he shouldn't have been hungry, for a change he couldn't sleep and had actually eaten a big bowl of cereal earlier in the morning.  -roooow...-  It repeated, a quick pat and he went out the gym once more.

    Managing to fourth period, Paul felt pretty terrible. . .  He needed to get home, his body was feeling really stiff like he stretched all of his muscles to much.  Maybe he did play to much in second period from going to the gym.  That... and as well he was chewing on the claw necklace he had gotten earlier, not such a wise idea, it felt like he cut his tongue in two.  Or just a scratch down the middle that was annoying.  He asked, and was allowed to go to the office to call home, his sister answered and he did sound pretty bad to her.  So she came and got Paul to take him home.

    "Thanks," -Paul said, his sister a bit shocked.  Not at the thanks but at the fact that Paul's voice was deep and hoarse, almost like a rock.

    "Are you alright?" -She asked out of curiosity, Paul hearing himself merely nodded at that and the two went into town.  About noon, they thought they'd go get something in the Chinese restaurant and eat there.  The buffet was a pretty good idea.  Paul's sister left him there to eat as she needed to go to Wal-Mart and pick up several things.  Licking his lips the ensatiable hunger Paul carried with him had returned, black fang necklace especially hanging and shimmering in the light.  Oh so in a way Paul licked his lips, he'd been pretty hungry, true he ate only a couple of hours ago at the break, but there was something to be wanted even so.  His sister had gave him a ten dollar bill to get to eat at the buffet, pre-paying at the register the thin Chinese woman showed him to his table, a waitress showed up shortly here after and inquired what Paul wanted to drink.  A teeny bit stumped, Paul declined a drink, his throat was feeling hoarse and dry, but he hadn't wanted to drink anything, seemed like it'd have made it worse.  Getting back up he went over to one of the 4 buffet lines.  Grabbing a plate, he went pretty simplistically at first.  Rice, chicken, some beef, egg roll, simple things.  He ate at first...fairly slowly, taking his time, but some hunger started to rebuild itself again and again and again.

    Going back once more Paul grabbed two plates, and something was starting to happen, he wasn't just using silverware anymore, he had started to pick more things up with his hands to eat them!  Sloppily, and very messily on his hands, was sauce and rice clumps clinging onto him as if leaves to a tree.  His face like a child who had been playing with its food.  Paul had kept going back for more and more and still more!  This time three plates, but he went back and secured two more to have five, another few made 8!  Stuffing his face it looked like some man had been starved and had only eaten just now, the plates stacked up one after the other.  Food was spread all over the table until before him were a few of the workers there.  Seeing if he was alright at first, Paul's bit of spiriting away came him to the conclusion of how many plates were towering almost licked clean even, so empty.  With a shocked realization people all over the restaurant had been staring and some even leaving in some sort of sickened fear of this teen gorging so much.  With the situation Paul immediately went to the bathroom down the way and around the corner in the restaurant  he did his best to open the door and leave it as un-sticky as possible and locked it swiftly behind himself.  Getting a pump of soap and turning the water to a very scolding hot he started to wash up, around his hands and face off.  Splashing more water in his face he noticed something a bit more important.  As he thought to himself  "The water isn't hot..."  Looking down he could see the water was steaming a lot, almost filling the sink bowl, it was whispy and humid.

    With a horrified look and feel of his face Paul was pulling his hand down his face, it looked so dark and with a deep blue hue as well.  That was really bizzare, no doubt at all...Something was definately up, this wasn't right, what happened, better yet what is happening?  He could breath fine, no lack of air was making his face so dark...or this rigid, it felt pretty hard like a muscle cramp.  Getting closer to the mirror again, Paul looked right into his own face again, it looked different, besides the color changing and feel, something else was wrong, but...he couldn't quite put his finger on it.  A sudden vibrating and harmonious noise shook Paul from his baffled thoughts as his cell phone went off in his pocket.  Gripping his chest taken by the ring so suddenly, Paul reached in and was glad to see that it was his sister calling.  Hurrying out of the restroom Paul knocked over a couple people in the thin hallway at the bathroom as they shouted at him in displeasure.  Personally Paul didn't care for what other people thought right now, he just needed to get home, and now.  Hurrying on outside, he got into the backseat of the car.
   
    "There you are!  Been out here an entire few minutes waiting..." Snapped Paul's sister jokingly.

    "Ugh, just not now, can we please go home already?" -Fired Paul back, that hint of malice in his voice again...

    "Fine, just fine, watch your tone, I was nice enough to come and get you."

    "What'd I do?" -With much of a snarl in his voice

    "Hey, another comment like that and I'll go drop you back off!"

    Ending that conversation quickly Paul left it at that for now, fearing for having to go back to school anyway.  Just play the thought simply enough, and he'd be home.  The drive didn't take a grand amount of time, but Paul's stomach acted up again.  Holding it and almost feeling like throwing up, he heaved himself back in the seat to notice his eyes felt  something of bubbly.  Just throwing his arms up and holding his head it felt more and more rigid.  When they did arrive at Paul's house, his sister turned the car back around and said she'd forgotten some things that she had to do.  Fumbling into his right pocket Paul fished out the key to the door and opened it post haste.  Going on inside he had some trouble stepping out of his shoes, Paul's feet felt like they were swollen, glancing down for a moment, they were!  Much thicker and strained against the elastic composing them he had to go and lay down, even for a bit.  Anything would be better than all this he had been feeling all day.

    Barging and imposing himself in his own room in an empty house, he immediately fell down to his knees and felt like he was going to rip himself in two.  Clenching his head again he had broken down into something of a cold sweat.  Rubbing his brow now something was 100% bad, his hairs were peeling back at his touch, falling out as if dying leaves to something of a tree in midst of winter.  Running his fingers back through his hair again...it was all coming out!  Clumps here, or maybe was that half of it all there?!  Screaming atop his lungs:

    "What the fu...!!!" - He had began, but no something worse was happening, a screeching noise!  Following that, like he'd been throw into the Antarctic such a cold feeling chilled his darkening skin.  Goosebumps flow up and about his arms and legs, the shiver drumming down his spine.  Paul mustered something of a glance down again, his skin stiff, and arm covering in gray, like his legs to he thought...  'What the hell? ... What the hell?"  Paul thought so many times over and over while watching his skin change right before him, arm hairs just falling out.  That's when things started to feel better.  Muscles, everywhere, all of them began to pulse, and thump.  Twitches and convulsions happening all the way down his sight of vision where his skin wasn't changing.  But as the gray scoured his pink fleshy skin, the movements weren't as easy to see.  "AUUUUUUUUUGH!!!"- Paul screamed blood painfully, and reached up to hold his arm...cold...bitterly, and....stone....

    Short bursts of pain rang throughout his whole body, a single entity working against him, himself.  Paul's body from the aches he had felt earlier was his body preparing for the increase in height he was now experiencing.  Bones so much more dense than any human's could be.  Slowly his spine mostly showing the change as it began.  Cracks, snaps, twists, and crunches.  A few inches at first...then a foot...and another, monstering Paul to an 8ft giant.  His body wasn't cracking, it was much to hard for that now...  Paul's ears felt particularly agitated, the cartilledge in them pressing on upward and expanding in a funnel fashion out in a sense.  Forming on the sides of his head large pointed ears, which with one fell motion began to hear much better than before.  More of the numb feeling had been gripping Paul's body, making him immune to the pain that was surely cutting into him from reaching up to feel these altered apendages, a tug didn't cause them to move, but pain confirmed that they were his.

    Back down upon his hands was a short bit of pain, his middle and index finger, meeting together to fuse into a whole, while elongating only a bit with his other fingers at the same time.  Along with his entire body this dark gray stone had covered him completely, but he found himself still able to move somehow.  Regardless of opinion or desire, nothing can save those who've come so far.  The necklace round Paul's neck made a daring move right into his gumline, screeching something of mangled human and creature he shew displeasure for what it had done.  Removing itself from the string that bound it to his neck and wedging itself inbetween his teeth, making itself at home resignating its way to having its own nerves and place.  Reaching a hand inside his mouth to try and pull this cursed artifact out, it wouldn't budge, but his new ears were meet with more pain!  The sliding of such a sharp object over such rock solid skin made for a loud spark and grinding noise.

    Fiery!  Fiery!  Pain in his eyes!  Paul closed them and moved around as best he could to no further aid to himself or his room, in the thrashing had taken most of his possessions out, without the slightest notice.  From his back he was hearing a pair of something large, and the weight confirmed it, something was growing...Stone skin, such a fang, was he becoming a gargoyle somehow, and were those his wings?  The questions kept on riddling Paul, he resumed a toe dug in and hands flat out position, the wings making their move out, with grinding noises and something of chalkboard screeching.  How strange and bizzare this all was.  Paul's toes had started to form into only two, dense and immense talons from the tips of his feet, in a sense of bursting his bone structure had been forcing his feet more forward, as to make him stand on tip toe in a more comfortable ideal.  Eyes watering, for the last time shed their pebbles as glowing a fierce yellow, Paul's eyes glew in the shade that was partly his room.  Sharp extensions began forming on his fingertips, talons, much to the same as his feet had suffered, now grew once more.

    More anger filled him rage and misconception of thoughts and ideals burned!  Paul dug his new talons into the bed!  Cotton stuffing flying about as he kept on digging into it, over, and over, and over!  From the backs of his elbows was growing an extension, sharp and single jabbed.  As such was the back of his high standing stance and ankle, spread a third back extension.  Wings now full erupt!  Nonstop in growing since first noticed they had equally gathered the radius to be equivalent to Paul's new self.  Large and glorious, they folded up in his anger as he swung around taking out a lamp and fraction of the wall.  From the wings growing Paul's shirt had long since shredded into ribbons and fell off, socks the same, the only thing remaining were his jeans tearing as they streched upward from his expanding muscular body.  As if chizzled from a god, his chest and pectorials were much of an improvement to his old 300 pound self before.  Black as the coal burning in steam engines, were Paul's finished growing talons, longer than his fingers they sheened in the minute traces of light around him.

    Face gnarly and pressing forward since the tooth had hopped ship, something painfully curved and round kept on pressing forward, even in this new found body it ached growing out of him.  Not only there but also at the tip of his spine was cracking out what felt to be a tail, something direly round at the end.  His yellow eyes ablaze he looked down to see this kind of beak pressing on outward!  Black like his talons, but sharply gray to, it formed from his lips stretching to impossible odds.  Pressure building back along his gums where the tooth had lodged itself in, passing on its sleek and razor appearance to the neighboring ones.  All now curved, pushing the old teeth out of the way, erupting spectacularly into the new maw that was his.  His fat and forked tongue hissed out somewhat.  Then an iron clad thud had smashed, spikes along a tail tip, not to mention the tail that had exploded out half his height.  Spike ball tip in mind, final changes were adding together.  Rubble for a room, and merely something of ripped shorts clinging to his slate style body.  Within a pyramid like fashion, large pronged spikes were going from Paul's neck down to the tail tip, decreasing in size as they went.  Biceps clad in a thick and muscular fashion, there he was.

                A gargoyle to impress all...Ripped, powerful, stone...
            How to trump such a gift?
        Quite the question...
   
                Deserving the bestial roar the new beast had spewn!



                                    -End
                                Story By: Weredingo (c) to myself
*NOTE: Do not post this work anywhere without my permission or proper credits to me!*