He was as far away from people as he could get - and he knew it wasn't far enough. There was a burning itch that was spreading across his body. This was the first sign that the transformation was beginning. He began to remove his cloths and drop them into a pile. He focused his thoughts on humanitarian ideas and ideals. He searched his heart for love and compassion and held to them as a drowning man clutches a chunk of driftwood. The burning itch was becoming a searing pain, which stabbed through his arms and legs. A strong cramp twisted his stomach and brought him to his knees. With shaking hands, he removed the last of his clothing. Each movement sent flames through his body. His muscles convulsed and jerked. He raised his head and screamed his torment into the cool, dead air. The darkness was beginning to invade his mind. That darkness he feared more than anything else. The hatred, the lust for blood, the need to tear and rend. "Do unto others. Do unto others." It was his mantra. His shield against the vile thoughts that invaded his mind. Pain flashed through his body and he threw back his head in another scream of pain, fear, and rage. His cells were mutating, his bones enlongating, his muscles reforming, and the lust was flowing through him. He clutched at his humanity, tried to hold to it. But, the change could not be stopped. The darkness filled him and the pain burned away the humanity to which he tried so hard to cling. Again, a scream tore from his throat. A scream which turned into an animal howl. He twisted his head on a thickened neck and turned yellowish eyes upon the full moon. His jaws stretched and his teeth grew long and sharp. He brought his hands to his face. But, where there had been hands, there were now claws. He howled long and sorrowfully at the moon. And the darkness took his mind. Where once had stood a man now stood a creature from Hell. And, the Lust was upon him. This is the fantastic Lycanthrope for Behemoth by sixus1 here at the MarketPlace and at his site.