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Victor's Arrival

First Impressions are everything
Victor goes down to the beach to relax, meets Chubbs and learns about the Island's true purpose

Meal time
Victor heads to the Caferteria and runs into Lauren

Private Musings

Victor found himself back in his Duplex some time after meeting Alec, on his bed and staring at the ceiling, he couldn't find any peace, it was too early to sleep, his mind was too unsettled to read, and couldn't find the modivation to go to to the entertainment room and find a decent movie to watch.
Am I going to end up like Alec? stuck in a wheelchair while changing into some animal? how can that be possible, and how could this happen to me?
Victor placed his hands over his eyes, trying to clear his head, he could remember back at the hospital he was at people with legs maimed in car accidents, people with part of an arm missing, or people paralysed from the neck down, the general rule was not to stare, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. And what was happening now, on this island to everyone was worse than anything else he had seen or could imagine could happen to him.

Victor was afraid, he always had dreaded disfigurement and painful injures... and this was something that took much more away than just one's dignity.

they were taking people's Humanity.

And that was what frightened Victor the most.

Victor would be awake long into the night, dwelling on this

It Begins- Sickness in the Night


When Victor woke up the first thing he became aware of was that he, and the bed's sheets were soaked in sweat, he was cold...and he could feel a deep swelling nausea rising in his guts, the taste of bile already on his tongue.

Victor pushed himself out of bed, moving towards the bathroom, staggering along the way, too lightheaded to move straight as he hit his shoulder on the bathroom's doorframe, falling down on his knees in front of the open toliet, just as his stomach forcefully emptied its contents into the porcelain bowl. Once, then again, forcing Victor to take deep gulping breaths as he continued to dry heave over the toliet bowl, with nothing left to vomit.
He flushed the toliet, feeling abnormally exhausted, pulling a blanket out from the closet and wrapping it around him, feeling himself shake with cold chills. He sat down in the chair near the bed, not wanting to change the sheets this late at night, or was it early in the morning? It didn't matter to him, Victor couldn't remember the last time he had been this sick, it was like a horrible case of the flu.
Victor had started to nod off in the chair when he was woken back up as he felt his stomach heave again, catching the bile in his mouth as he rushed back to the bathroom, sending what little was in his stomach into the toliet again, his throat beginning to hurt from the effort.

Victor spent most of the night continuing the cycle, ending up having to sit on the bathroom floor his back to the bathtub/shower, as whenever he would start to fall asleep, he would be awoken to the violent need to vomit.
Victor wasn't sure how long this went on, the cold sweat, chills, and the lightheadedness all contributing to make him feel disorientated, eventually, Victor drifted off into a halfway point between being asleep, and being awake.

Later that morning, the sun had risen above the trees to shine though his window and illuminate the interior of the duplex, eventually becoming bright enough to cause Victor to stir and wake up from the light restless sleep he had fallen into. Victor groaned, the toilet stank of vomit and bile, he was quietly glad he managed to get most of it into the porcelain bowl, some drying on the rim, but thankfully none on himself or the floor. Victor sat up and flushed the toilet, he felt only marginally better now, but believed (and hoped) the worse was over for now and that it was a bad stomach flu he had gotten, not something worse.
But Victor didn’t want to dwell on that, what little clothes he had on now clung to his sweat soaked body; he needed a shower.

A few minutes later, he had thrown his clothes into a basket in the closet, and stepped into the shower. Victor felt almost instantly better with the shower’s hot water running over him, the lightheadedness had passed, and so had the nausea, but the pain in his throat, from his throat muscles clenching and working to vomit his stomach contents out.
Victor was in the shower a long time, just letting the warm water run over his head and back, allowing himself to relax…
Victor’s head snaps back up, he had dozed off in the shower, and for a moment Victor wasn’t sure how long he might have been asleep or how long he had been in the shower, but decided he had been in there long enough. He reluctantly turned off and got out of the shower, drying himself off and throwing on some clean clothes.

Victor never even noticed the red needle mark on his arm.

By then the sun had helped warm up the interior of the duplex, but not greatly, unbeknownst to Victor, the lower temperature in the duplex was causing the feeling of sickness to return; However all Victor thought he needed was to get out and get some fresh air, and something to eat. He also wanted to try and get some Advil, maybe something else to help beat this flu or whatever it was.

Victor headed to the cafeteria, the warmth from the sun helped to make feel better, but not completely at ease.

Sick again?


Victor has another bad night, unknowing what tomorrow will bring

Victor eventually made it back to his duplex after meeting the cheetah- girl Colche, and not a moment too soon, Victor's light lunch now felt like a heavy rock deep in his stomach, and as it got cooler in his room, Victor was starting to feel unwell.

Victor groaned, he didn't want to feel sick, he wanted this to to be over with. He flicked on the bathroom light and sat down next to the toliet, feeling the familar feeling of his gag reflex kick in. He leaned over the bowl, and let his stomach's contents out. Almost immedately afterwards, Victor felt unusally tired, and he leaned against the shower-bathtub, looking up towards the ceiling and closing his eyes, what he really wanted right then was a blanket to wrap himself up in, to keep himself warm, but Victor couldn't find modivation to get up, hardly able to move.

but Victor managed to pull his legs up against his chest, and rested his head on his knees, it was going to be another long and terrible night

Recovery

Victor wakes back up in his duplex, mostly unaware of the time he had to spend in the labs, and has to deal with the changes he's undergone.

It was the light from the early afternoon sun that caused Victor to wake up.
He felt groggy, he had been sleeping on his back in the bed for a long time covered by the bedsheets and with the hot tropical sun Victor had just started to become more active.
Victor tried to cover his face with his hands to block out the sun, but quickly found out that was a mistake, instead of covering his eyes, his claw tipped fingers hit into his new snout, causing a fresh bout of pain. If it had been anything more than a casual motion, the claws would have cut into his scale-covered snout.

With a moan he sat up, carefully moving his hands out in front of him, examining the claws, and the black-white scales that had started to develop on his arms. While Victor was frightened by these alien features that had formed, but at the same time, he was morbidly fascinated, Victor stared at his hands until he realized they had started shaking.

Slowly, things started to come back to Victor, he remembered going out of his duplex that faithful morning, feeling like he’d been sucker-punched in the stomach, of seeing the dragon-man, and the pain…and changing, but not much after that.
Victor was confused, he knew something happened, did he pass out? He must have, but if he did, how he end up back here? Did the dragon-man bring him back? How could the dragon-guy know which duplex he was in?

Victor held his head in his hands, he didn’t know how he got back to his duplex, he only had faint and vague images in his mind, like a half-forgotten dream:
He had been in a white room, people in white coats were around him, he had bandages on his face, there was an IV in his arm, he was in a hospital bed, he couldn’t move, he tried to, someone in a white coat stuck a needle in the IV drip, and he fell back asleep
Was it just a dream? How long had he been asleep? What had happened to him?
Questions, questions, questions, questions, questions, Victor had so many and he didn’t know if they could be answered.


Victor slid out of bed and almost fell down when he went to walk, his balance was off and he could see why, his feet were longer, the toes stretched out and capped with large claws, just like his fingers. And he had a tail.
The tail was a bit more alarming for Victor to find, the shorts he had been wearing had been split during his change, and seemed surreal that it was a part of him. Victor reached in back of him to feel it, pulling his hand back when it twitched unexpectedly, and he felt it move, it was a new and strange sensation. Victor couldn’t move it on his own, it occasionally shifted from side to side while he looked at it. He didn’t watch for very long though, it only reminded him more of how far he had changed, how much less human he had become.

After a few practice steps Victor felt confident enough to walk without worrying about falling down, but still moving cautiously, he moved into the bathroom and looked in bathroom mirror.

It was looking at a stranger, but it still was his face. Victor carefully felt over his face with his hands, noticing for the first time that his teeth had changed as well, into small, sharp and pointed ones; He was unaware that his original teeth had fallen out while he was in the labs. After nearly a half hour of just studying his scaled, changed and altered face in the mirror, Victor had enough. He didn’t want to see anymore, he didn’t want his face, his body to be like this, even when he knew he couldn’t do anything to reverse these changes now.

The changed lizard-man walked back to his bed, laying down on his side, only wanting to sleep, but sleep wouldn’t come.