Ben sat upon the floor of his prison cell, leaning against one of the walls for support of his weary body. The silver specks ingrained in the rock around him burned his skin, searing it until his flesh bled and blistered. The previous evening, before the change, he moved around to find a suitable spot to sit where he wouldn’t be tormented by his one weakness. But, the mine was unfortunately rich with the valuable metal and he found no place of relief. Resigned to his fate, he sat there, half naked and ravenous with hunger.
In his human form, he could reason. But the beast that rampaged the night before wasn’t so. His body and spirit was broken when the animal threw itself against the walls of his prison, cracking rock and bone in an effort to escape. And with the affects of the silver weakening his ability to heal, Ben could still feel the fractured bones and torn muscles throughout his body.