The Full Moon (iii)

Derek continued to run into a lonely bushy track road with no intention of reducing the speed of his race when suddenly, a huffing wind rose up. A tinkling sound came to his ears as the rain drops reduced its pressure, now drizzling gently on the grasses and leaves, while the wind blew heavily non-stop. The sound that came from it was like the glassy clinking of a champagne flute, lilting and clear. The night sky was so clear that a person could almost see every crater.

The moon, a glowing yellowy white, loomed large finally showed up in the sky, shining down on Derek and was surrounded by an ethereal glow. And millions of stars were sprinkled behind it.

The moment the moonbeam had its way to Derek's skin, he lifted his head and looked at the moon as a loud, painful groan left his mouth. His shirt began to tear into pieces. Black skin and hairs began to grow on every part of his body.

His painful groan increased as his chest and stomach began to grow abs, his hands, and legs became