<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;">Darren Fair</span></span><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"> <span style="font-family: baseballscript;">The Snake Who Weeps <span style="color: #FF0000">Red</span> Tears</span></span><br/><br/>Darren leaned against the cold concrete wall his body shivering at the contact<span style="font-style: italic">"Why is it so cold"</span>he thought as he tried to sit up. His body was slick with sweat this was normal after receiving his shots. He had not been sure of the time frame that had been passing him by but he knew it had been more then enough shots as far as he was concerned. They had left him blindfolded again, the softness eased some of his inner turmoil as he recalled his step-fathers words.<span style="font-style: italic">"Here have this son so that your mother can be with you as you take your last breath"</span>the words echoing in him eating at him, why had this been done to him. He had been a good son even though his step-father was not the warm type he accepted him when his mother married him. And yet here he sat confined and drugged with god knows what all he knew is that a change had begun in him a change he could not control.<br/><br/>Time passed and the change continued till finally the result was horrific and unimaginable as his still bright aqua eyes washed over the dim lighted mirror. The horns had been the first change he had desperately tried to be rid of it but in the end he only had exhausted himself. His skin was an eerie placid white his fist formed as he continued his fight with the shackles that held him in place. He could not bare to look down the slithering of his body the smooth blackness how it repulsed him, soon soon he would shed his skin and his legs would return. His fangs and sharp claws had been a blessing in disguise it had given him a weapon. He stood in the dim light his arms shackled to opposite walls his torso shackled in place by chains allowing little to no movement. The feared him the white coats he had attacked them and the guards alike not caring for who or what stood in his way. This was his punishment but he cared not the urge in him was growing again the last and final change him had been an internal need for violence to see bloodshed, if he was given a chance to let it out he would return to his calm self but if ignored he would revert to an almost animal state. He let out a sigh as he rested his cheek against the soft red silk that had been his mother a red tear streaked down his face.<br/><br/>Footsteps echoed down the hall Darren's attitude changed without a thought as a low hiss escaped his pale pink lips his fangs visible, large thin white fangs. He huffed quietly awaiting the white coats return a voice could be heard outside his door as he couldn't control the urge to break from his shackles, in return the shackles clinking and clanking as it held him in place telling all of his intent. Finally the door was opened light filtered into the hole of a cell Darren's hissing increased as he tried to cover his eye's from the bright light. "Still fighting are you Darren?" said a mocking voice of a man Darren barred his teeth unable to turn and spit at the man. "It seems you still retain control that's good" the man said with no feeling as if he was an object or a pet. His tail swept across the floor behind him as his impatience grew, the man footsteps moved behind him as Darren listened carefully. "Seems your due to start shedding again" he said examining his tail, no longer could Darren control himself his tail lashing out at the man. His arms and hands fighting the shackles with his whole strength, finally he hit something which only made him  turn in that direction of his assault. The screams of the man echoed within the small cell, until a gun was set off a tranquilizer Darren thought as his body began to waver till he could no longer stay upright his body falling to the ground his head once again against the cool concrete.