"Whoa, Sam," the second cop said. "Check out this one. What a freakshow, huh? I wonder what she looked like before."
"They all looked normal before," the first cop answered plainly.
The two kids, still sitting in the back seat of the car (the cops didn't see them because the windows of the car were tinted), looked at each other. They had to do something. So, the boy took off his seatbelt and leaned forward into the front seat and turned on the radio, full-blast.
The change was instantaneous. The second cop (his name was Wallace) looked down at himself. "No. It can't be. Not me." He looked up at Sam, with an expression of disbelief.
Sam looked pale, with long black hair that hung over his face, much like Derek's wife. He had several piercings and black lipstick covering his lips. From where Wallace was standing, Sam appeared to be wearing a black vinyl shirt.
Wallace, himself, had a spikey violet-dyed mohawk. He also had violet eyeshadow and violet lipstick on his pale face. He wore a nylon shirt (when he looked through it, he could see that his nipples had been pierced) and black leather pants and black boots. He also had chains connecting his nose to his ears. And around his neck was a spiked collar and several demonic necklaces.
"I'm ... I'm ... I'm a freak!" Wallace yelled out.
Sam just stood there, in shock of what had happened.
Derek and his wife exchanged wicked grins.
