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</div></div><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Currently, Daxon Ripley's apartment looked a lot less like home, and more like a murder scene. A bloodied Mr. Rogers lie in a crumpled up heap on the shag carpet, and Dax couldn't tell from where he was hiding whether his landlord was still alive or not. He had more pressing matters to deal with right now, one of them standing right there in his living room.  He'd only managed to get his jeans and T-shirt barely on while switching over to panic mode when Mr. Rogers was bashed into the kitchen counter. Dax was now having reservations about having clued in the guy that wrecked his front door. He had the same bulk, the same handsome countenance as Dr. Ian Callaghan, at least Dax thought so when he spoke his name aloud.<br/>
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He quickly regretted the decision to do so when his gaze met the guy that basically came to his rescue. It was Ian, but at the same time it wasn't Ian. His actual eye color was completely obliterated by glimmering golden flame. When Dax called his name, Ian's head swung in his direction and his predatory gaze locked on his with a strange, otherworldly hunger. The feral wildness within the recesses of Ian's eyes startled the hell out of an already frightened Dax, because Ian clearly didn't recognize the kid he helped in the emergency room.  Dax's breath rushed past his lips, as a scream rose in his throat when he saw serpents eyes in place of human ones. A warning bell went off in his head, Dax run. Get out of the apartment now.<br/>
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For a moment everything in the room stood still, and Dax started to shrink back against the radiator behind the sofa because he knew he could not run. Mr. Rogers had taken care of his fractured leg, breaking it again while in the cast. He didn't have enough time to cover his head, because in the blink of his eyes Ian moved from his location in the center of his living room towards where Dax was half crouched, half seated with his back to the wall. His dinner date released a bestial sounding snarl as he fought the invisible battle of controlling his monstrous transformation to prevent it from progressing further. Dax tried to reason with Ian, but it ended with a bloodcurdling scream.<br/>
</span><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">"Ian? Ian...its me, Daxon Ripley. You're not yourself. I'm your friend, Dax. Remember me? Please, oh my God. No! No no stop, stop, get away from me! NOOOO NOOOO!"</span></b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><br/>
Maybe it was the way the skin and muscle of Ian's lower jaw began to spread and to separate as his mouth opened and the sharpened points of his fangs became visible.  Instead of having a jaw that was connected together by bone or having a mandible like a human jaw, both sides of Ian's jaw looked like they were connected only by stretchy ligaments. What Dax saw in the seconds before he was snatched up from behind the sofa, was that the right and left sides of Ian's jaw were stretching from side to side and moving independently from the other like a snake. When he heard the sound of Ian's hissing Dax Ripley lost control of his bladder, the piss staining the crotch of his jeans with a spreading wetness.<br/>
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His breath wheezed out of him as Ian grasped his arms against his chest so tightly with his hands that he thought his ribs were going to break.  Wedging his knee between his thighs Ian really laid into him as he was wrestled back onto the floor.  Dax tried to get up but quickly realized how futile it was when a ragged howl replaced his screaming. Sharp pain lanced through his broken leg and colorful spots flashed in front of his vision, it felt like his whole body was being crushed as Ian pressed his hard sex into Dax's damp crotch. As the colorful spots spread to black, Dax thought he was going to pass out, but there was no rescue from the scene unfolding before him.<br/>
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Pinned to the apartment floor by Ian's bulk, his heart beat increased and his breathing became rapid as the biker boy was overcome by shock. The feeling intensified when the fangs Dax saw in Ian's open jaw buried themselves in the triangle of muscled  flesh between his neck and shoulder.<br/>
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<b>"Noonono! Nooo uhhhnnnnghh...gggllllggg!" </b>his scream changing to a soft gurgling rattle in the back of his throat as the poisonous venom hit his bloodstream.<br/>
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Poison laced with a virus, that would launch Daxon Ripley's body into an life-altering transformation. Almost immediately the Reptarenovirus  that traveled along with Ian's bite began to hijack Dax's red blood cells, rapidly replicating and altering his body's cells, tissues and organs to make way for something new.<br/>
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The toxin acted very quickly in Daxon's central nervous system to quickly suppress his movements as well as silence the gurgling sounds he was making. Even if Dax had the ability to kick or thrash around, the bite had rendered all motion in his arms and legs to a few involuntary twitches.  A moment later, his extremities stopped moving completely as if they were paralyzed. A look of horror seemed to be frozen on his face, blue eyes wide open and staring blankly into space. He was unresponsive and floppy as Ian came to his senses and picked his half-naked body up from the floor and carried him to his car.<br/>
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Dax's immune system had just begun to battle the invading virus, and his lymphatic system flooded his bloodstream with an army of lymphocytes, B cells and killer T cells in which to phagocytize the red blood cells that were infected with <i>Reptarenoviridae.</i> The massive amount of erythrocytes swelled with millions of new viruses as they replicated, and one by one the cells exploded, sending more and more particles of RNA based microbes into Dax's bloodstream until it was overwhelmed.  Within a few days time, the viral DNA essentially took over his body's process of cellular differentiation, selectively altering certain parts of his human genome based on the final design of the organism.<br/>
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Dax would either endure the slow and agonizing reshaping of his bones and soft tissues as his infected cells shifted and divided according to their newly-modified genetic instructions, or he would die. Those genetic instructions had already begun to transform him into an exact duplicate of the human- snake hybrid that bit him. When Ian lifted Dax from the passenger seat of his car in order to carry him inside the building to his apartment, his fever could be felt as it raged within him. Dax's body burned like a heated flame as his vitals were taken and the blankets pukked over him. A series of wracking chills caused Dax's features to tense up as he shivered and his teeth chattered.<br/>
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Bloodshot sclera with baby blue irises fluttered up into his head as Dax drifted in and out of consciousness, and already they were starting to change. Transparent scales, known as spectacles began forming over Dax's corneas, the fused eyelids making his human eyelids obsolete. As the transition between human and serpent progressed, the region between the spectacle and his corneas filled with a network of blood vessels and lubricating tears that would allow for free movement of his eyes.  The blood vessels had the ability to constrict and expand in a consistent cycle or reduce blood flow to ensure enhanced visual acuity.<br/>
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Tendinous connective tissue reshaped his cornea and pupils from round to elliptical, so that they took on a slitted appearance and a loss of pigment in Dax's irises brightened his baby blues to a pale icy blue shade. Grooves of infrared heat sensitive receptors had already begun altering Dax's sense of taste and smell and also enhance his sense of sight. Developing labial pits forming along the roof of his mouth extended through his hard palate to his nares, allowing him to 'see' the radiated heat of his prey. His epidermis also gradually shifted from human skin to three layers of enhanced keratinized epidermis layered with protective scales. Beneath his epidermis, lie a pigmented and nerve filled dermis.<br/>
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All four layers would function as a barrier to protect Dax from physical trauma, dehydration, infection, osmotic damage and extremes of temperature. Major structural changes were occurring in his internal organs, along with the rapid growth of new bones and muscles that allowed for serpentine motion.  His human musculature was gradually converted into fast-twitch tissue rich in myoglobin and mitochondria. Over the next several weeks, however, extreme muscle growth would cause it to become drastically enlarged, making Dax approximately 15-20 times stronger than a human. There was also the loss of organs that were longer necessary, that were in the process of being purged from his system.<br/>
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A small, vibration-sensitive ossicle began growing in his skull, that would allow Dax to pick up sound waves conducted through the air, but only at very low frequencies. He could pick up the vibrations through the ground almost instantaneously, with exceptional range. Adaptations in his skull would potentially allow him to eat prey much larger than himself. Bones connected by elastic ligaments, allowed the joints of the upper and lower jaws to open as wide as possible. Also, the bones of his lower jaw dissolved and stretchy ligaments replaced the missing bone. Now that his lower jaw wasn't fused together, it would be able to move apart when swallowing large prey.<br/>
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An additional loosely-attached bone called a quadrate formed on each side of his jaw, providing a double hinge at the joint so when Dax swallowed, it alternately moved the jaws on each side of his face to walk his prey into his mouth. Another adaptation that would help him swallow prey was the formation of backwards curving teeth, angled toward his throat. They acted as hooks to prevent live prey from escaping. A set of erectile, hollow point fangs retracted into a groove on the roof of Dax's mouth, only extending when his mouth opened to strike. Each of his fangs had a groove that served as a path for venom to flow into the prey from the venom glands located within his skull.<br/>
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Besides having a dangerously high fever and shaking chills, waves of intense pain caused Dax to curl into a fetal position next to Ian as he slept.  As the transformation kicked into high gear over the next forty eight to seventy-two hours, bouts of vomiting would increase. Dax's screaming also became more frequent. If Dax was able to endure the next three days, chances were good that he'd survive the infection from the Reptarenavirus. Of course, his recovery relied heavily upon Ian's consistent, round the clock care. Dr. Callaghan's close monitoring would ensure that as his offspring, Daxon Ripley would navigate through the worst of his metamorphosis with no long-term ill effects.<br/>
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Too bad the intense hunger that came when Dax woke up seventy-two hours later was much harder to sate.</span>