Awakened

There was a scream and the fog cleared from his mind. It was like waking from a long slumber. He felt refreshed. He looked down at his feet; he stood in a pool of blood and chunks of flesh and bone. Rather than the sight disgusting him, he felt rather pleased. He stood under one of the dark street's few light posts. He looked at his body; something seemed different. Memories flooded his mind, his death, yes he had died. But this he didn't remember. The gray muscled chest with a hole sitting in the center. He raised his bloodied hand towards to light to better look at it. Drops of blood fell from his claw onto his face. But he didn’t feel the warm liquid on his face. It was something on top of his face. His hands now felt his face, and met with the hard bone mask. He couldn’t take it off. “What have I become?” He spoke for the first time, it wasn’t his voice. It was deep like a growl and menacing. He looked down once again to his clawed feet. He flexed his feet and the easily gouged the concrete sidewalk.

A black car sat across the street he walked out of the streetlight over to it. The car looked so small next to him; he raised his hand to eye level and slammed his claw into the hood. The hand ripped through the car’s metal hood with ease, and tore into the engine. “What indeed?” he asked quite amused. Hand still inside the vehicle’s hood, he twisted is arm slightly and lifted. He hefted the car up and over his head he used his other hand to steady it. He pulled his hand out of the engine and used both hands to toss the car down the street. The vehicle sailed through the air and landed with a loud crash several feet away. It rolled and finally came to a stop next to some SUV. He laughed; it was a loud and robust laugh that echoed down the street. Something tickled the back of his brain and his head turned. His laughter still hung in the air. Something told him he should leave, he wasn’t sure why, but he had to move. It wasn’t the police, but something else. Some kind of instinct probably whatever had driven him to commit his bloody deed. He looked down at the blood spot on the sidewalk. He flexed his new muscular legs, and looked over at the dark houses that lined the empty street. The city wasn’t too far away. He bent over and squatted down, and then in one motion jumped into the air. The wind whispered in his hidden ears, and passed over the houses into the forest behind them. He tried his best not to laugh again; he didn’t want whatever he was fleeing to find him too quickly. He wondered what else he was capable of. He landed in the forest, crashing through trees and underbrush. His body was unscratched, and the impact didn’t hurt. He readied himself to leap again; this would be a fun night.