Andy was still shocked by the sudden glare from the amulet when Illyana called again:
"Andy, I wanted to pair up with you at the party cosplay, but I gave recently, all my old clothes to charity.
It is very close to the party to conserguir beggar's clothes."
Andy thought for a moment before answering:
"I know, I'll be a werehobo that turns people into hobos with their bite, oh do you use a regular clothes with
makeup."
Once finished speaking, the amulet glow intensely at the hands of Andy, who was now certain that something
strange was happening.
Meanwhile, across town ...
***
Mitch did not know what to do, he had no education, no money and had nowhere to live. The memories of who he
was and were just distant dreams. He had been all day in front of the company that worked, that was the only
link with his old life, but did not dare go back there. Somehow just looking at the security guards he was
terrified. "They are thick-skinned brutes who mistreat us." Said his personality off the streets.
He rubbed his hands trying to keep warm. They seemed so different, rougher, calloused and dirt under his
fingernails. I was much slimmer and looking at its reflection from a window, saw that his face was a version
that had been their lot in life, still the same age but looked decades older. He began to cough, his health
was too poor, he felt dizzy. "I need some money to buy cheap liquor. You better get out of here before the
cops show up." Mitch began to pull away, but with all his willpower tried to control himself, he knew that
even if the hobo in it would take control forever.
But the war was being lost, little was left in their memories of the old Mitch. He was born into a family of
white trash, ran away from home and quit school. Since then lived on the streets, the only memory that
remained was to have gone to the theater with Marissa. But what a nice girl like Marissa would someone like
him? A man living in the dirt, drunk too much even for assaulting someone.
Amid the haze of his mind Mitch found himself wearing a suit, clean-shaven and in a working office of
important people. He wanted to get back to that, but I could not even imagine why or how the transformation
reverses it.
It was then that he saw Josh. He was a tall guy, blonde and muscular. Mitch had a memory of him in college,
playing football, and now was the company lawyer. Mitch thought I knew Josh, perhaps long enough to be
friends. Maybe Josh could help him, take him to a doctor or something.
Mitch walked over to Josh who was talking on the phone and walked in the opposite direction faster. Mitch
called for Josh, but he seemed to listen. Perhaps his name was not even Josh, his memory was getting worse.
When the tall guy approached a car, Mitch approached him and put his hand on his shoulder. "Hey Josh, it's me
Mitch." Mitch tried to say, but to his surprise Josh took her hand and applied an arm lock.
"YOU WILL NOT STEAL ME YOUR FILTHY GARBAGE! I'll call the police!" Josh said as he dialed the phone with your
other hand. Mitch panicked and bit the arm of Josh with all his strength. Josh dropped the arm that Mitch ran
toward an alley.
"Shit, he bit me! He bit me junk? Will I have to take vaccines? I will send fire those bodyguards of the
ordinance that have not seen this guy hanging around the building." Josh said rubbing his arm.
He started walking back to the entrance of the building where he could see the doorman and the security alert
to watching a game on television. Josh was furious, but was feeling too strange. Was the hobo with a disease?