What Does It Mean to be Human?
Hitler panted heavily as his eyes locked on his hands (or paws) that slowly transformed back to his original state. It was painful, feeling that his sharp teeth started to shrink back to the size of a normal human's teeth. Humans (wow, did he really just referred humans as another species, considering he had spent 15 years of his life as a human being?) didn't have a single idea of how painful could his transformation be and all they said was how convenient and creepy it be, cursed them that they took the form of a human even though they weren't one anymore. Hitler wanted to kill them or something but he couldn't, he must maintained his mask as just another human being in this world.
It all started almost two years ago when someone (something) infected him. He was a fool to break his curfew and Mother Nature taught him a lesson in the harshest way possible. He didn't want to be a monster, who wanted to be one? Their only fate was death. Society despised them even if a few of them still had their humanity left and didn't actually hurt people or anything, but they were treated lower than an animal. He guessed his parents still loved or maybe cared for him since they did nothing but to disown him and kicked him out of his house. He was dead to them and they were dead to him.
The first time he transformed, it hurt like hell. It was slow and torturous. He once heard about a conversation of how the virus slowly took over your body and changed your form but they didn't talk about the pain. He could only looked and screamed in horror as he looked at his own transformation. He blacked out because of the agonizing pain and the first thing he desired when he woke up was blood.
Hitler didn't want to kill any humans, really. He hated himself for his thirst of blood and flesh but he would die if he didn't do it and before that, he would lose his control. He was seriously afraid of what he could do if he lost control. The only thing he could do was make sure his victims were dead as he didn't want to infect others. Besides, he needed to feast if he wanted to transform back into human. He hated himself but he wanted to survive.
His human body slid downward He looked at the blood of his latest victim in disgust but he licked it off clean anyway. This was his life now, kill-and-run while trying to maintain his human mask. He closed his eyes momentarily to feel the cold wind of the night and the metallic smell of body that lingered around. With a sigh, he stood back up to walk back to his small apartment, wanting to clean himself up after today's hunt.
[[In case you want to know, this is Hitler's monster form uwu]]