Morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, washing the room in pale gold. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor had stopped hours ago; now, only the quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the silence.
Ethan's eyes blinked open. For a moment, he lay still, his mind sluggish and heavy, like he'd just woken from a century-long sleep. His throat was dry, his lips cracked. When he sat up, his head throbbed, and a faint ringing echoed in his ears.
He looked around. The machines that had been attached to him the night before were gone. Only the faint scent of disinfectant remained, mixed with something warm and familiar — the smell of breakfast.
"Guess Mom finally left me alone," he muttered, rubbing his neck. He clearly remembered the events that occured the night before, and how he had woken up screaming out of fear uncontrollably.
Though, he couldn't remember how he got to his room, did his parents find him lying on the ground in the lab, or did something else he isn't aware of take place.
" Sigh, I'll think about it later. I need a shower," he exclaimed, as he placed his nose under in armpit and immediately made a disgusted expression.
* I really do need a bath. I reek of sweat*
He swung his legs off the bed and stood. His muscles protested, but he was surprised by how… fine he felt. Better than fine, actually. His limbs didn't ache, his breathing was even, and his mind — though groggy — was oddly clear.
He ran a hand through his messy black hair and sighed. "At least I'm not screaming this time."
A faint clatter came from the kitchen downstairs — a pan hitting the counter, followed by a frustrated sigh. That's probably mom, he thought. She was probably trying to cook breakfast again after burning the first attempt.
He stretched his arms, wincing slightly. " Well, to the shower I go."
With that, he trudged toward the bathroom.
The mirror greeted him with a pale, tired reflection — dark circles under his eyes, faint lines of stress around his face. But what caught his attention was his eyes themselves.
For a second — just one quick flash — they shimmered purple.
He blinked hard. Nothing. They were normal again. Maybe the light had just caught them weirdly.
"Yeah, definitely just me being paranoid," he muttered, opening the cabinet and grabbing his towel. "Maybe less going into an underground secret laboratory at night."
He stepped under the shower, twisted the faucet — and snap!
Water exploded from the pipe like a geyser, drenching him instantly.
"Wha—?! Oh come on!" Ethan stumbled back, coughing as cold water splashed across his face. He grabbed for the faucet handle again, but the metal gave way under his touch, bending like it was made of clay.
"What the hell…" he whispered, staring at the mangled metal in his hand. "I didn't even pull that hard."
Water continued to gush, soaking his clothes. His heart raced. His fingers trembled — until he noticed something else.
They weren't his fingers anymore. They stretched, warping into claws—black as shadow, thick as bark, and gleaming like forged steel."
Ethan's breath hitched. His pulse hammered so hard it echoed in his ears. He stumbled back, chest tightening—as if his own heartbeat wanted to escape him.
" What's happening to me?!" He exclaimed, as water gushed onto his face, drenching him the more and making his eyes blurry, causing the panic to seep in deeper.
" Aaaahhg!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, his mind foggy and hazy like the mist after a storm.
And in his panic, "He" spoke," The child of man trembles before his own awakening. How pitiful… yet how familiar."
A voice rung in his head, it was dark, calm—to calm.
" Aaaahhg?" Ethan screamed as his head felt like it was being split open!
The voice carried a weight so intense that his mind slowly crumbled and once again made him faint.
As Ethan laid sprawled on the ground unconscious, the air in the bathroom thicked, coupled by the consistent splash of water, it made the room feel more dead that a graveyard.
Woooosh!
"The wind suddenly roared through the bathroom—like a cry for help was being sent out.
In that moment, Ethan's body glowed a faint purple, a neon star light flew out from his head.
The light, though small, felt warm and safe. Like it was the greatest Haven of men.
Soon, the light's form began to bend—change, like life's unending cycle.
First came eyes, there were black as night, but it was understandable, as the one who ruled the night, must be darker than the night itself.
Then the face of a wolf, and slowly a body formed, expressing the entity to be an 8 inches tall wolf, it's ears grazing the ceiling.
It had a look of regret in his eyes, but it came alongside the stare of helplessness. He had never been found to be helpless in the past, but now— now he had no choice.
" I am Amon—the Night God, ruler of shadow and silence. You, Ethan Carter, are my vessel. Through you, I shall reclaim my form… and in return, you shall perish in glory,"
" Welcome Ethan....To the world of Supernatural!"
Then the image of the wolf slowly vanished, as it was replaced once more by the small soeck if light, which returned from whence it came, which in that sense was Ethan's mind.
Just as the light faded back into his body, Ethan slowly woke up. He head heard all that the wolf had said, even though he was unconscious, he felt like someone had whispered it into his brain and locking the information there.
He understood what had and was happening, but still, he had many questions to ask, but before then;
* Someone's coming–and it's not mom* The erratic sound of footsteps in a state of running, and soon, the person soon arrived at the bathroom door and immediately flung it open.