Scaly Christmas

                                                                                                                                                                  24.12.2009
The clock showed 9.56am. But that didn't bother a human named Marcus. He didn't give a shit about religious fests. All he cared about were the presents and the money. He turned around in his sleep again and the snow was falling outside. Rather unusual cause the last white Christmas was years ago. It was ridiculous quiet in the streets, wouldn't there be this much snow and dirt you could hear a needle falling. No car was driving, no people were walking and not even a bird could be seen or heard. It was 10 am and the stereo in Marcus' room turned on and play appeared on its display. Donaukinder (Children of the Danube) by Rammstein started to play. He opened his bluish-grey eyes lazily and lay there for some minutes longer but eventually got up. He walked over to his desk and picked the remote for the stereo up and increased the volume. Now fully awake he went to the window and was greeted by the white of the snow and the cold air. He quickly closed the window,     -15 degree Celsius was even for him too cold. He opened the closet and put grey camouflage cargos and his peacemaker shirt on. The peacemaker shirt was designed to anger strong religious people. It has a print of Jesus on it, but he's cigar in his mouth, a dead bird in his hand as a trophy and a shotgun leaned against his shoulder. He yawned before he left his room and heard the standard good morning from his mother and headed for the living-room. He pushed the handle down but the door didn't budge it was locked. He just shrugged and looked in the mirror to his left. His dark blond hair was a mess and soon he would need to shave. He sighed and went back into his room without a word. And started playing modern warfare 2 on veteran difficulty.
Later the same day
It was 5.30pm.
His whole family was there. Aunts, cousins and grandparents were chatting with each other until it was finally 6pm. Marcus' mother unlocked the living-room door and the crowd went in. He frowned when he heard the Christmas music but put a faked smile on. Once everyone found a place to sit he just stared at the presents the food on the table wasn't of any interest. One present attracted his full attention. It was just a white box with a tribal dragon on it, but there was something special about it. He picked it up and opened it. A cloud of dust shot out and hit him on the face and the whole upper body and arms. He coughed a few times and tried to remove the dust in vain. Soon he began to shiver and the temperature in the room dropped below zero. He gained muscle mass and white scales grew all over his body and light blue scutes on his chest. He fell to the floor and fainted. His family stared in shock and no one dared to move. His neck gained one foot in length and a white tail with a light blue underside tore his cargos apart shortly after. His hands and feet changed and became paws. With a sick snap his arms and legs broke and reshaped to allow a quadruped stance. His family left the room quickly and feared the worst so they locked the door. In the meantime Marcus' skull broke and formed a draconic muzzle. His new maw was soon filled with sharp and pointed fangs. Two new appendages ripped their way through his shirt. The finger elongated and a light blue membrane grew between the fingers. The new grown wings lay now limp on the floor but were growing. Two white horns sprouted from the back of his skull and a row of spikes erupted from his skull down to the tip of his tail where a tail blade made of ice formed. He opened his now red eyes slowly. He got up on his legs. He was shaky at first but was used to it quick. He didn't know where he was or why he was there. He looked around and sniffed the air. He smelled the scent of humans and stuck his forked tongue out in disgust. He was aware that these human wouldn't act friendly so he searched for a way to get away from them. He investigated the room and leaped for the window. The glass shattered and he started to flap his wings in midair. With a smile on his draconic muzzle he ascended. He started glowing some and started growing. Soon he was 40 feet long with a wingspan of 60 feet and his brain gave in to his instincts. All he wanted to do now was to live in freedom, find a mate and start a family far away from any humans…..