Lamont had a gift. However, he was careless with who he shared it with.

Lamont thought nothing of accidentally sharing his curse with someone else. He was a werewolf, and with one scratch, this heedless man didn’t mind passing his gift onto others.

Being a werewolf isn’t all bad. There are advantages. The gift or curse of being a werewolf comes with a hyper-responsive immune system, super strength, and of course, a killer instinct.

Not every single person scratched by a werewolf receives the gift of wereizm, but some do.

It was October 30th. Unfortunately for one corner store clerk, it would not be their lucky day.

Lamont lived a regular, relatively uneventful life most days. He went to the store like everyone else. Took the subway and shopped like a regular dude.

Since being a werewolf was a secret disability, Lamont managed to receive payments from a secret donor.

One day, Lamont went to his local corner store in his neighborhood. He ordered a steak sandwich.

When Lamont went to pay for his meal, he accidentally scratched the cashier. Instantly, he knew that clerk would carry the curse of wereizm. “Oh well, that poor soul.” Lamont thought as he gleefully walked away, lusting after his

sandwich .

Yoseph was a young guy that worked nights in the local corner store that Lamont would frequent. To Yoseph, his transaction with Lamont was nothing usual. Except this time, he was accidentally scratched during the payment transaction.

Shortly after receiving a scratch, Yoseph noticed a pecliar energy coursing through his body. For a split second, Yoseph felt as if an ancient binary code was being implanted into his DNA.

Just for a split second, then the strange feeling passed and everything was normal. Yoseph continued working the night shift like nothing ever happened.

When he returned home, Yoseph’s mother always had his dinner ready and waiting for him. This night he found that he was more hungry than usual.

Feeling an intense hunger, Yoseph ate and ate and ate some more. His mother automatically noticed something was different about her Yoseph. A good mother would surely notice when something was off about her child, but she couldn’t quite place her finger on what it was.

When Yoseph awoke he felt a surge of energy. He was fit, but not that fit. He exercised, but this time it felt different. He didn’t feel that way before he was scratched.

Yoseph felt like some beastly inhuman creature. He threw his weights around like children’s toys. He did rep after rep like he was caged by the penal system.

After his exercise routine, Yoseph demanded that his mother make him a feast. Seeing him take his health so seriously, overjoyed, his mother made sure her son was well fed.

After a few days spent eating, lifting weights, and and going to work, Yoseph made this his new routine. He worked out day after day. All day, every day, he got bigger and bigger, more and more muscular from exercising vigorously.

Yoseph stopped shaving his hair and developed a more wild appearance. It wasn’t long before the intense feeling to hunt called out to him. He wanted to go out.

The thing is, Yoseph felt more and more compelled to go out at night. He made up his mind to finally go out one night to feel free. He didn’t have work that night and wanted to have a good time. Yoseph was going to paint the town red.

When he got out of work it was 1am. This would be the night that Yoseph would hit the town and paint it red.

As he walked out of the his store he gazed at the full moon and lost his mind. His eyes narrowed and his muscles bulged.

Yoseph felt a change to the very core of his being. He had transformed into a werewolf and this was the eve of his rampage.

He darted threw the city, raceing past people without brushing a single soul. People didn’t have a chance to react to the split-second presence of Yoseph, the werewolf.

Yoseph effortlessly climbed atop a streetlight to get a better view. He felt free as a wolf in the midst of innocent sheep.

Even though he was a werewolf he was still a kindhearted person. Yoseph didn’t want to hurt the innocent. He felt like he had a superpower, and that that newfound power should be used for righteousness not evil.

For now, Yoseph prowls the streets, enjoying his new life as a werewolf. Living with the curse of being different. Having the ability to kill with his bare hands. Living with the desire for violence and mayhem, yet having the consciousness to know right from wrong.

Yoseph’s life and body were forever changed, all from the chance encounter with the curse of a careless werewolf. A careless werewolf named Lamont.