A WereStallone At Hillhurst part 3

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From this moment on I knew that I was drawing ever so closer to the actual transformation and I was beginning to get more worried and scared.

What if I would end up attacking my friends? And what if there wasn't a cure for it? I would be probably cursed as a WereStallone for the rest of my life.

For the next several nights, I was trying to make sure that the newly developed WereStallone instincts wouldn't get the best of me.

But no matter how hard I tried...it just seemed impossible, the urges were just too strong. I woke up the next night with a shock...

My shirt seemed to be completely ripped and I seemed to have been upside down for some reason. It looked like I was recreating a stunt from Cliffhanger.

"What the hell? When did this happen? Oh no...don't tell me it's getting worse...oh that's just great..."

I got back on the right side again and lifted a table or two.....to my surprise, I had superhuman strength.

"Huh? I didn't know I could do that...perhaps...."

I went over to the wardrobe to get myself a new shirt and a pair of shoes before jetting off to go and talk to the others.

"Guys....I think it's getting worse, I woke up and I was upside down hanging from something... I think I did a 'Cliffhanger' stunt or something."

"Well at least it's not all that bad..."

"Look at this, then."

I held up the torns remains of my old shirt, Flabber's expression turned to complete shock as his face became something that resembled an Ed 'Big Daddy' Roth sketch.

"I've never seen Flabber make THAT face before..."

"Well that's because we've never had someone turn into a WereStallone before."

"See? I told you it was getting worse. Oh my, this is not gonna be good."

"Don't you worry, just remember what I told you..."

"Right...right...but if I do end up hurting you guys? What am I going to do?"

I started stressing out and as I did, I grabbed Wolfie by the collar and my eyes glowed yellow one more time.

"The eyes! It's those eyes..."

"Rikes!"

"I'm sorry...I just don't know what to do..."

"Ummm....Nate.."


"What?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine..never been better..."

"Oh I thought that...."

"Well of course i'm worried, i'm probably going to turn into a WereStallone any minute and I might hurt you guys..."

"I was flabsolutely right about that...but don't worry i don't think you'll go that far."

"Oh thank god..."

I let out a sigh of relief, but not before a look of shock came over my face. The reaction being from the sight of my hands starting to change.

There was thick black fur growing on my hands and my fingernails were growing longer and sharper, almost like claws and my hands were larger and more Stallone-like too.

"Is something wrong?"

"I've gotta go guys...see ya later!"

I jetted over in a hurry over to one of the main living room areas of the mansion, and much like before I seemed to have gotten stronger and faster.

My hands changed back to normal a few seconds later and I sighed in relief, but now I knew that things were really starting to take a turn for the worse.

I knew that any minute now that the moon would peer out from those clouds and that I would transform and I knew that the changes were not going to be at all pleasant.
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