Stryker sat on a ledge in the cave, he felt a little bored. He looked at his watch. The watch had stopped working yesterday due to all the stress it had been under, all the water hadn't helped it either. Stryker tapped the face of the watch squinting at the date. Wait a minute, today was the day he was supposed to take one of his pills. The medics had assigned the pills to him when he first joined the hunters, they said it was to help with control issues, he never asked what control issues though. He took of his watch, it felt tight. He didn't feel any better, he realized his fists were clenched. Stryker let out a low groan, he felt pain behind his shoulders and in the bones in his arm. He stood up, and sharp pain flooded through his bones. He looked at his hands, something was coming out. Stryker watched in horror as four metal-like claws came out of the knuckles on each of his hands. He felt something feathery touch his back, wait, did he have wings? Black-brown feathered wings curved around his body. Oh great, he had officially gone crazy. With a jerk Stryker toppled of the ledge.