User blog:ZachWadeWilson/The

It was happening again. I’ve tried to keep it contained but this time. . . It’s too strong. I glance at my stump, and as I feared. The arm is growing. I pushed on it, desperately trying to hold it back. Despite my efforts, it just kept growing into a full length arm. Then the fingers sprouted and it stopped. Just stopped. I examined it but there was no further sign of the transformation. I breathed a slow sigh of relief and slowly sat down. All was fine but then, suddenly, my head began to spin. My sight started losing focus and slowly went black. I struggled to keep control but eventually succumbed to unconsciousness. It was in control and there was nothing I could do but hope it was stopped before anything happened. I couldn’t think after that, not a single thought. After many, long hours, my eyes fluttered open. It was then I saw what the Lizard had done. My son was dead, and I had killed him. When I saw that, I knew that Kurt was gone. Everything was gone, but the Lizard.