As a young boy, Nick was completely normal.  In his teenage years, a traumatic event occurred in his life.  This was an experience that he could never forget…

…It was a warm summer evening, Nick was with his girlfriend, Amber, in an abandoned factory, seeking thrills and enjoyment.  The building had been deserted for several years, but occasionally rumbling and sounds of anguish could be heard from the building, but no one had dared tread into the building.  While they were searching the building, they came across a room that was locked from the outside.  Noises could be heard on the other side.  Amber believed in the supernatural, and refused to enter, and thought it best that she go home.  Nick, on the other hand, couldn’t resist his urge to enter the room.  As soon as he unlocked the door, a hulking mass hit him with great force, causing a gash in his right arm and knocking him to the ground, unconscious.

The next morning he woke in a daze, not knowing where he was.  A red liquid, now dried, was on his chest and on his facial area.  He was, however, more concerned with where he was.  Around him were only the trees and plants.  He stumbled around, in a confused state, until in an act of pure luck, or perhaps a miracle, he found the town he lives in.  Finally arriving home, fortunately not being seen by anyone, he immediately showered.

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Several months passed before he realized what he had become.  The monster within him could not be tamed, could not show emotions, except hate.  All it did was hate, kill, and torture.  Causing nothing but pain and agony.  After he had realized what he was, he had to take safety measures, not only for his sake, but for the safety of his family… and the safety of Amber.  In his room, laying in his dresser drawer, was a bullet, made of pure silver.  With the bullet was a pen gun he had created.  Once per month he would run into the forest, lying to his family and friends, saying that he had made plans.  Each time he had run into the forest, the following day he would return and shower to wash the blood from his clothes and face.  During one of his transformations he had awoken next to a bloody corpse of a man whom he had never seen, now realizing that he needed a new place to go once a month.