He downed the contents. Hearing the rumbling in his stomach, he felt the change beginning to take hold. Then he heard his friends.
"Jeremy! GET DOWN!" and "Get him!"
He felt bullets pierce his skin, the cold feeling in his chest. He did not feel himself falling, but the ground rose up to meet him. The changes, arrested in development, had not helped. "Oh fuck!" he heard someone say, in the distance. "What's wrong with him?" Another voice, commanding, began to speak, but the words were lost to him. The stars above blended together with the trees and the lights from the guardsmens' guns, and all became dark.
THE END