He had had a weird feeling in his back the last week, as if something was trying to grow there, it was trying to poke out and become something a 3rd arm or the such. He pondered if it was only cancer and he'd have to see the world he was so wanting to stay in off so soon. But after it happened he was feared- one of a kind, wild, strange, unsettling, disturbing. He was sat on his chair hunched down to avoid any attention- and it felt like it would pop out at any second, a third limb, but it wasn't an arm, leg, head, or even just a popping for blood and puss and disgust. But it was indeed a wing- a single wing slightly above his shoulder blade and his hands then- they started to grow and glow, becoming claws apart from their previous state of natural normal flesh and bone. He sprung to kill any Around him- whatever he could grab would die, not understanding the sudden unstable anger inside of him- but not questioning it, embracing it grabbing at someone near. Running their head towards the brick wall and mashing as much force as obtainable into the act- for he realized when he grabbed this person that he hated them- even more it blinded him. A loud thwack was the response to his action and that's all to be remembered before his red vision and intense fury. He was blinded then, but powerful.
