With every bad deed I do, my body changes.

I discovered this when I first killed my brother. I’m not sure what drove me to do it. He was so loud and I just wanted him to shut up for good.

My first kill was sloppy and messy. We were in he forest and I pulled out a gun on him. The gun we used for protection. Incase a bear or wild animal attacked us.

In that moment, Max WAS an animal. And I was the hunter.

I threw his body in the river. Cleaned the gun. Burned his clothes. Burned my own clothes. And no one ever found out.

Except… my hands began to change. My nails grew long and sharp and I began to grow fur around my knuckles.

My next victim was my boss. Once I killed him, my legs bent backwards and I gained an extra joint in my knees.

The third was my girlfriend. My eyes turned yellow and my pupils became black slits, like a cats.

The fourth was my friend. I gained a long, fluffy tail.

I’ve always found humans to be too dull. Some may view my new body as punishment. But I am stronger than I ever was.