"No, no! Please, don't!" Jonathan cried out as he jerked away from the monster invading his space. There was rambling, words and then suddenly, like a demon lurking, there was a burst of something and there was Jerome, right in his personal space. "No, no, y--y-you don't understand!"

The bite made Jonathan cry out, his body seizing and his brain went into full panic mode. It always seemed to happen. Any time he had external pressures, the internal mechanism went array.

"It's j--just m-my head. It's my head." This wasn't a monster. "It's n-not a Sc-Scarecrow. It's a b-bully-jock."