Posted Thu Nov 5, 2015 | 218 Words | Tagged story

You should always be careful when you go into strange new sports shops. Dylan was interested in the shop and went in and found strangely it had a preowned section. What really interested him was a pair of serious boxing gloves which were reduced heavily and looked almost brand new. Surely they can’t have been preowned?

When he tried them on he felt a surge of power build up in his arms and it felt good. He couldn’t move them, instead just felt the sensations build up and they were getting really irritable.

At least they exploded and rippled up his arms, tearing away any fat that was on them and he could feel almost static shocks travel up his arms and settle into colours and patterns of some sick tattoos.

The shock hit his head and he felt creaking of his bones as his face shape changed to be more of a man. And he wanted this. He needed it. He craved it. He felt in his head, his mind shift towards boxing. Boxing was life. He was a boxer and that’s all.

The old Dylan was gone instantly, and he walked out of shop and straight into the gym for training before the match tonight. He was sure to win, because he was built to fight.