It was almost time, I could feel my ears sliding towards the
top of my head, my nose becoming elongated, and my hands becoming
wide and furry. The moon was not out that night so it took
several minutes for me to completely change into a werewolf.
Had the moon been full I might have been able to change in
one or two minutes, but time was not a major concern that night.
I proceeded, being as quiet as possible, the only sound that
could be heard was the snapping of twigs as my large feet came
down upon the floor of the forest. I soon reached the end of
the forest and came to the site of my next raid. There was
a narrow dirt road, to my right I could see the outskirts of
the city from which I had come from, and to my left the road
ended at a large building. I smelled the cool night air, it
was devoid of any human scent, I walked down the road toward
the building. As I got closer my night vision told me that
the building was a mess, it was run down and looked as if it
might topple at the earliest sign of foul weather, several
cars were parked outside that were in various states of disassembly.
It had two large garage doors facing the road, one of them
had a bright light casting out of its window. I walked up to
the door and peered inside, there were three mechanics inside,
just as I had planned.
I rolled the door up and strolled inside,
two of the mechanics saw me . Like many people I run into
they had no idea what to make of me, they (like everyone
else by then) had heard of the monster that prowled the city
streets at night and killed so many of the cites vagrants.
They just stood and looked at me with a "what the hell" look
on their oil coated faces. The third mechanic was under a
shiny new car (the only thing in the whole place that didn't
smell of grease) pounding away on some stubborn car part,
he never even heard me come in. I walked over to the new
car, it was supported by hydraulic jack. I grabbed the handle
of the car jack and gave it a quick twist that released the
hydraulic pressure. The car instantly fell, the hammering
noise stopped. I pulled the handle out of the hydraulic section
of the jack, I raised it above my head like a lumberjack
getting ready to split a log. The jack handle was a good
weapon, it was three feet long, solid steel, and had a rubber
grip on the end which allowed me to grasp with more leverage.
I brought the heavy steel rod down on the second mechanic's
head, his skull provided little resistance to the handles
path of motion. By now the third mechanic had snapped out
of his trance and had seen enough to know what my intentions
were, he began to run for the back door. I dropped the jack
handle and reached into the inner pocket of my leather jacket.
I drew out my Colt S.S.A, I mainly used it for self defense
(claws and teeth are no match for a machine gun), but today
I simply used it to make things easier. I fired one shot,
it struck the mechanic in the small of his back. His lifeless
body smacked against the door at back of the garage and fell
backward to the concrete floor, he was a mere two feet from
his only way out. This was a night like any other, however,
I soon would wish I had decided to go hunting instead.
I was only fourteen years old when my parents told me I was
a monster. It was the last thing my dad said to me before he
died. To me and everyone else in the little Midwestern town
that we lived in at the time, he was a normal man who was in
his late 50s who had died of heart frailer, and in his last
hours told his son he was a wolf out of insanity. What I later
found out through my Mom was that he was indeed a werewolf,
he was almost 300 years old and had simply died of old age.
I didn't believe her at first, but after I saw her change into
werewolf one night, after I saw her hands became furry and
clawed in front of my own eyes I needed no further convincing.
Later that same night I also began to believe in my own Lycanthropy,
I began to feel the wolf inside me, in a few days I also to
began to transform when the moon was full, just like my mother.
My mother was almost 290 and didn't look any older then a human
in their 40s. When a werewolf dies of age it comes swift and
quick, they didn't slow down until the day before the end,
which usually came around the 300 year mark (that's one of
the reasons many believe werewolves are immortal). My mom was
not as fortunate as my Dad, she died two days before her 295
I could never get used to being a werewolf. We could never
settle down anyplace and lead a normal life. We always had
to be on the move, people would get suspicious when my parents
never aged, or when they would find giant paw prints on their
property (we never were able to erase them all). When people
did find out about us, it often lead to me being woken up at
night in order to run from the police, or worse maniac with
a gun. Things got even less tolerable after my parents died.
I was nearly 45 years old, but still had the face of a teenager
no one wanted to hire me to work. When their were three people
working part time jobs we could afford decent accommodations,
but when it was just me I soon ended up sleeping in old barns
and chicken coops, I hated it. For about a year I drifted around
the Midwest, I worked at any place that would hire me. To keep
from starving sometimes I turned into a werewolf at night and
hunted, rabbits, birds, whatever I could get my paws on (my
hunting skills were not yet as sharp as an adult werewolf).
However, soon none would let me work for them, I was always
tired after hunting all night, and my clothes became tattered
and worn after running though the brush for hours on end.
Somehow I ended up in Chicago Illinois,
I hadn't ever been in a big city before and decided to try
my luck, anything was better than were I was at. I prowled
the streets for hours trying to decide what to do or were
to go. I soon found myself in the bad part of town (I didn't
know it was the bad part of town at the time, but soon would).
I heard a scream come from an alleyway. I turned the corner
to find a woman being carried away by two thugs in motorcycle
leathers. The woman didn't stand a chance, they could rob,
rape, or kill her and she could do little more than scream.
I became enraged, these were the kind of people that made
my life so miserable, the people that turned the police on
my family, the people that prevented me from living comfortably,
the people that took advantage of the weak. My mind began
to run on instinct alone, the bikers turned and saw me. This
was the first time (but not the last) that I saw a human
stare at me in total fear. I walked to within arms reach
of them, and they both fell like corn stalks during summer
harvest. The woman was now free, she looked at me, not in
fear but in amazement. It was then that I realized what had
happened. In a matter of seconds I had turned into a werewolf,
killed the bikers, and changed back almost with knowing it.
I helped the woman to her feet, she tried to thank me but
could not. She began to realize that she had not imagined
the tall furry monster that had saved her, the simple words
of thanks would not come from her now fear filled lips. She
looked at me for awhile and then ran off into the night.
I turned my attention to the bikers. I took one of the jackets
the bikers wore (the jacket that had escaped my claws). It
had an eagle on the back with its talons outstretched and
its wings spread across the sleeves, it was a few sizes too
large for my human skin but, as a werewolf it fit me perfectly.
The other biker had a knife, a large roll of money, and a
gun. The gun had "Colt S.S.A" engraved
on the barrel, it was a single action revolver ( looked like
what a cowboy might carry). I took the knife and shaved the
handle down I also removed the removed the trigger guard so
that I could fire it with my huge werewolf paws. The trusty
weapon would save my life many times when paws and teeth would
I finally had a purpose in life. I would prowl the mean streets
at night and kill the vagrants that harmed the honest people
in the city. It was then that I discovered (and mastered) the
advantages of being a werewolf, I was no longer limited by
the moon, or even the sun. The moon now only aided in the transformation.
When I was a werewolf my senses were many times more powerful
than a humans, I could see in the dark, smell a person many
yards away, and hear the hammer of a gun click in a crowded
night club, I had the strength, agility, and stamina that few
humans could match. I also had the ability to heal quickly.
As long as I remained a werewolf, knife cuts and bullet scratches
that may have killed me as a human healed in a few days.
Most important to me however, I was finally enjoying myself.
It was not the killing I enjoyed, but the action, being the
last man standing in a bar fight, or being shot at was pure
excitement. It sure was better then the drifter life I had
lead for many years, were excitement was finding a $20.00 bill
on the side of a country road. I never had to worry about money
anymore, the vagrants that sold chemicals often had huge amounts
of cash on them. I was a hunter, I hunted, I was content. Something
as simple as a purpose in life had made all the difference
in the world.
I was relaxing in a hotel watching the television one night
when the local news came on. The top story was about how a
young couple had been killed during a carjacking. I immediately
recognized the suspects as three brothers that I had run into
a week before, the Marx brothers. They had been running an
auto chop shop since I got into town. They stole cars, took
them apart and sold the parts to the less than honest auto
dealers in the area. Until now they had never hurt anyone so
I left them alone, I had larger targets to shoot for (and I
never liked cars anyway). The police were looking in all the
wrong places, I would not let them get away with killing people
for a car. Killing to survive was one thing but killing people
to steal a machine was unacceptable. I knew were they were
set up, on the outskirts of the city in an old building that
used to be a garage. There was a woods there with deer in it,
and I often hunted there (my hunting skills improved when my
worries were lifted from my back). That night I decided to
pay the Marx a visit, I should have stayed in that nice hotel
bed, it would be weeks before Id see another soft place to
I reached into my pockets and pulled out some empty 9mm shell
casings that I had picked up at my last hunting trip. I scattered
a few of them at the entrance to the garage and left, sooner
or later the police would come, and look someone that was totally
different then me. I knew the police meant well, but the few
run ins I had with them were less then pleasant. Telling the
police you were a werewolf was not a good way to explain blood
stains on the sidewalk leading to your house. More than one
time I had to run from the police in order to escape jail,
or a mental institute. Now, the police would look for a man
with a muscular physique, a 9mm handgun, and a large dog (I
had no shoes on). The police were something to avoid when you
did what I did.
I began to leave the garage, I had scarcely walked ten feet
from the entrance when I was blinded by the headlights from
one of the parked cars. My eyes had adjusted to the dark night,
the cars lights did a thorough job of blinding me. In a few
seconds the lights wheat out, when I regained my night vision
a few moments later, I didn't like what I saw. Seven or eight
thugs were circling me, each had a weapon in his hands. I raised
my paws above my head and cursed the junk cars (the heavy gas
and oil vapors prevented me from detecting the men with my
nose), the men slowly came closer and closer to me. I wanted
to attack, but eight to one was not a good bet, even for me.
Suddenly someone jumped on my back and began to choke me with
a baseball bat, I soon had my teeth clamped on the bat, digging
them into the wood. I wanted to cut him down like I had done
to so many thugs that had the guts to attack me. But I could
not, two pairs of hands grabbed my wrists and held them to
my back, while a set of arms bound my knees together, someone
kicked me in the stomach. I began to struggle wildly, growling
and twisting with all my might, I was very strong, but there
were too many hands. I looked up just in time to see a mallet
come down upon my head, my vision blurred and threaten to give
out. My body would no longer listen to my commands and I felt
myself being dragged across the dirt parking lot. The many
sets of hands let go of me, but I could still feel movement.
Little by little my vision returned
as well as my mobility. I realized I was in the back seat
of a car, I put my paw to my head (which was just beginning
to ache). When I removed it there was a small amount of thick
dark red blood on it, my own blood. Their were two men riding
in the front seat. Riding with me in the back seat of the
car was one of the thugs, armed with a birdgun that had the
barrels cut down. He saw that I was moving and promptly aimed
the weapon at my head, he said nothing, the two barrels stared
at me like the infinity sign. The head wound would be gone
the next day, but if that gun spoke, I was dead. I didn't
know were I was being taken or why, I just knew that I was
on the wrong end of a birdgun and wanted out. My senses were
with me again, I began to probe and search the car for a
way out, no ideas came to mind. A few moments passed and
I noticed another car had pulled behind us and began to pass.
I had an idea, as the car pulled up alongside I looked out
the window at the driver (an elderly woman). I opened my
mouth and let my tough roll out showing all of my pointed
teeth, I opened my eyes wide so that they would catch and
reflect the light from the cars headlights. My eyes met the
woman's, like so many others she froze in terror, the car
began to cross into our lane. The autos collided, the old woman
spun to the left while the car I rode in spun to the right
and off the road. The rear of my car rose as the roadway disappeared
from under the front wheels. I dug my claws into the cushioned
seats of the car. The nose of the car struck something and
the headlights went out, we were riding in total darkness.
The car did not yet stop, suddenly the bumpy ride became smooth
and quiet, the car was airborne. I can remember thinking "this
is really gonna hurt" while the car drifted silently,
the thug next to me fired his birdgun, my vision instantly
left me and my thoughts soon after.
My hearing came back to me first, their wasn't much to hear
ether, just an occasional tap, tap. I had no idea how long
I had been their, seconds, hours, days? I wanted to move, to
open my eyes, to shout for help, but I could not, just tap,
tap ,tap. I began to remember what had happened, the garage,
the thugs, and the wild ride in the back seat of a car that
ended so abruptly with a gun blast.
My sight came back to me, I was still in the car, lying on
the roof. The seatbelt hanging in front of my nose told me
that the car had come to a rest upside down. One of the thugs
was gone, but the other two were still in the car, they were
both in the back seat however, one was slumped over my motionless
The feeling slowly ran back into my body, I was free again.
I tried to move my left arm, a quick shot of pain told me that
something was wrong there and I did not try again. My right
arm still worked, I pulled the thug off me, his lifeless body
was cold. I sat up in the car, I pulled myself to one of the
doors, it (like the rest of the car) was twisted and squashed.
The glass had broken out, which was good, one look told me
that it was obvious that the door would never open again. As
I crawled out of the jagged door the sun shined down on my
eyes, it had been quiet a few hours since I had been dragged
into that car. The car had launched off the road, and fallen
down a steep ravine and struck two small trees, before it came
to a rest on its roof, it was now only a heap of twisted metal.
The taping noise was fuel leaking onto a rock that was just
beneath the rear of the car which now was suspended in the
air. The gun shot intended for my head had shattered the rear
window of the car and ripped a large hole in one of the trees
near the dead car. I then turned my attention to my left arm,
a jagged chunk of metal was stuck into my shoulder, I had cuts
up and down my body from the broken glass and metal, and my
red fur (I'm a red wolf) was splattered with blood, most of
which (thankfully) was not my own.
I stood up and slowly pulled the metal out of my shoulder,
a soft moan escaped my lips. Sooner or later someone would
see the ruined car and come looking, I had to get away and
hide until dark, walking around in broad daylight as a werewolf
was sheer suicide. A large grassy field lay ahead, off in the
distance I could see a small wooded area, a perfect spot to
rest during the day. I began to walk toward the woods when
I noticed some movement in the grass just behind me. I whirled
around, it was the thug that had sat beside me in the car.
His clothes were torn and stained with blood, he must have
been thrown from the car as it tumbled down the ravine. He
slowly began to pick himself up, he had been busted up but
somehow managed to stand. He still had his birdgun with him,
he raised it up until it pointed right at me, and pulled the
trigger. My heart skipped a beat, I had both my ears trained
on the weapon, even though it only made a soft click it sounded
as loud as a gunshot to me. I still had my gun, unlike his
it still had some shots left in it. I pulled it out of my jacket,
eased back the hammer and pulled the trigger. The bullet struck
the man in the neck, continued on its path and struck the mangled
car, which then burst into flames. I cursed my luck and turned
to the woods, the fire would draw attention, the last thing
It seemed to take ages for me to reach the woods. I had only
waded into the trees a few yards when I came to a small pond.
Without even removing my clothes I wadded into the cool water.
The fresh water washed much of the blood from my fur and clothes,
it soothed my shoulder and gave me strength. The mud felt good
on my paws which had many small cuts from walking through broken
glass. I swam to the other end of the pond and relaxed on the
narrow beach. I inhaled the cool air that flowed through the
forest, I could have stayed at that pond for days. However
the cool forest air was soon polluted with an order, the order
humans. I only had to inhale twice more to realize that the
scent was getting more powerful, closer. I quickly ran behind
one of the large trees that surrounded the pond. Two men popped
out into my sight, they both had guns. One knelt and examined
one of my paw prints in the muddy soil that surrounded the
pond. He then waved to the trees, more men began to appear
from the green leaves, many more, all with rifles. Fear filled
my chest, it choked me like a base ball bat did only a few
hours before. I had never been afraid of men before, when I
was a drifter I was often filled with desperation but never
fear, and now fear was choking me. I was being hunted, it was
as if the prey had revolted and now were after the hunter,
me. I didn't move so as not to be detected by the hunters who
began to circle the pond looking for my exiting tracks. It
began to rain, softly and slowly. This was good, it put out
the fire I had inadvertently set, and allowed me to escape
from my pursuers. I had never liked the rain however, from
that day forward I never cursed the rain again.
I knew plenty about tracking animals
down, but I had no idea how to escape. The rain was coming
down harder, the sandy soil that I ran through was getting
soaked and becoming mud, soon my footprints would easy to
follow for miles. My ears alerted me to some movement in
the trees just up ahead. I hid behind a group of birch trees,
one of the hunters came out from behind one of the pine trees
that was only 20 feet or so away. He must not have been as
experienced as those who were behind me, he didn't see my
tracks or feel my presence. He began to walk toward the great
birches that hid me, I knew I had to get by him, I knew of
only one way. I had to be as quiet as possible, the other
hunters had to be right behind me now, any noise would draw
them closer to me, and a scream would surely pinpoint my
location. I took a deep breath, he was nearly to the tree
and hadn't any idea I was there. He had taken only two steps
past the tree when I attacked him. My arm still hurt from
the car wreck but my feet had claws on them as well, they
were just as long as those on my paws. I pivoted on my left
foot, kicked my right leg, and slashed him across the throat
with my right foot, he made no scream. I continued on, more
cautious this time, their were hunters all around, they had
surrounded the wooded area in only a few minutes and were working
their way toward the center. Soon they would find their dead
companion, one look at his throat would tell them how I had
managed to slip by. The trees ended abruptly, there was nothing
but farm fields for miles. The fields had not yet been planted,
their was no place to hide, the desolation was only interrupted
by a lone car sitting on a narrow stretch of dirt road. I made
my way to the car, the engine was still running but none was
inside. As I got closer I saw a lone human out in one of the
farm fields (marking his territory), I saw a way out. I slowly
and quietly moved to the rear of the car. I jammed my thumb
claw into the trunk lock and gave it a good twist. With a small "thunk" the
lock broke and the trunk popped open. I crawled inside, (it
was a rather large car so the trunk had ample space for my
largish body) and closed the trunk lid. Within a few minutes
I heard one of the car doors open, and close, the car began
to move. I opened the trunk lid just enough to peer out, there
was nothing, just endless farm fields that were only interrupted
by the occasional house or barn. The wind was now holding the
lid shut so I didn't have to hold it down any longer. Their
was a blanket in the trunk, I rolled it up, placed it under
my head, and soon fell asleep.
I was awoke abruptly, the driver had turned on the radio and
the trunk of the car was filled with music as well as the passenger
It was a slow beat, "I lit the
match, I lit the match, I saw another monster turn to ash.
I felt the burning lifting from my back. Do you recognize
a nervous twitch, that exposes the weaken of your myth?
When you turn comes round' and the light goes on, and you
feel your distraction again. Then your instinct can't be
wrong!" It was a good song,
I never was much for music, but this particular song sounded
I peered out the trunk again, the sun
was going down and the landscape was getting dark. This time
however, the land had houses stacked one after another, instead
of the empty farm fields that I had seen the last time. The
car slowed to a stop, both the radio and engine fell silent,
I quickly closed the trunk again. I heard the door open,
followed by footsteps that slowly became more and more distant.
I cracked the trunk open and inhaled deeply. The air was
devoid of human scent but their was another smell, a more
powerful one, alcohol. I quietly crawled out of the trunk.
The car was parked between two other autos in front of a
large wooden building. The building was a bar, a small electric
sign flickered by the front widow read "The
Pub". I worked my way to the side of the bar, making sure
none saw me. Their was an old bus permanently parked behind
the bar. I opened the rusty door and jumped inside. I stayed
inside the bus until the moon came up, and all the houses went
dark. I was not back in Chicago as I had hoped. I only walked
about a mile before the houses ended and the vacant farm fields
began ounce again. Their was a sign at the edge of town that
told me the place was called Batavia. Calling it a town was
an exaggeration, it was only a few houses, a bar, and a road
sign, the kind a place that people even didn't bother to put
on the road maps. I had two options, I could make it as far
as I could on my paws, or I could wait till mourning and try
to hitch a ride with one of the locals, I choose option number
two. I was hungry and knew I would not make it far on the sandy
dirt roads. I made my way back to the bus. I looked into one
of the mirrors that hung off the side of the bus, most of my
cuts had healed up. My arm was sore and stiff, but it was usable
again. I had healed up quiet a bit, but I still looked like
a mess. I began to lick the blood off my arm, if I was going
to get any help from these people I had to look as good as
Night passed and the sun came up, I slowly crept back into
my human skin. My arm felt sore all over again, the wound was
now on a body much smaller then before. My own arms and legs
felt foreign to me, I had been a wolf much longer than I ever
had before. I walked into the main area of town. People were
going about their normal duties, they all stopped to ponder
me as I walked by.
"What the HELL happened to you ?" cried
out a voice from behind me. It startled me, I was still getting
used to my human ears ounce again. A large bodied figure
came up to me and looked at me like I was a new type of life-form,
he spoke with a thin English accent.
"Its a...long story," was
all I managed to say.
"Lets see, no shoes, torn clothes, dirty hair, and a
jacket that looks like it should be on someone twice your size," he
paused and smiled to himself. "That's a story that I'd
like to hear," he looked at me with a set of disarming
brown eyes, he looked to be about my age (In human years),
he had an portly face with large cheeks and wore a grey hat
on his head that had seen better days.
"Look, I'm lookin' for a ride to
Chicago, do you know anyone that can help me?"
"No, lookin like you are now you will be lucky if you
don't get shot before the end of the day, their is more guns
per person in this town than all the big cities combined," he
began to walk toward a small house, I followed. He walked up
the steps and opened the door, he motioned for me to follow.
"Here, take a bloody bath and put these on," he
handed me a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
"They'll still be too big for you but you'll look a little
more presentable," he pointed me to a shower that was
just inside the little house.
"Uh...thanks, do you always invite total strangers into
your house like this?" I didn't know what else to say.
"No, but I am a good judge of people, its a blessing,
and I suspect this is the only way I'll get that long story
out of you," ounce again his eyes disarmed me, their was
something strange about those eyes, they looked sad, even though
his face was all smiles. I hopped into the shower, I washed
all the blood off my body and I cleaned my jacket as well.
I put on the clothes the kind stranger had given me, they were
baggy, but they did look a lot better then my previous rags.
I came out of the shower, the man was sitting on a rickety
old chair in the next room reading a book.
"Thanks again sir..I feel much better," he
set his book down on an old night stand (the only other piece
a furniture in the whole room).
"Matt," he said.
"Wha....," I began, but was
"None calls me sir, no reason to," he
made his way to a door near the back of the room.
"So are you going to tell me your name or do I get to
guess?" I followed him into the other room, it was a small
"Rufus, that's my name," it
sounded funny to say my own name, I had not used it for an
"Rufus, eh?," he turned and looked at me. "do
you have a last name to go with that?"
"I..ah don't like to use it," his
eyes were looking deep and long at me.
"Well then I guess its Matt and Rufus forever," he
was still looking at me. No, not looking me starring at me,
it was getting downright uncomfortable. It was as if he was
looking through me, not at me. This went on for a few more
moments, when I could stand it no longer I finally spoke up.
"Is something wrong?" the
words rolled out slowly.
"Oh no, not at all just taking
"Yes, I'm going to make us lunch," he finally turned
and began to produce various food dishes and plates from underneath
an old counter. "and while I'm doing that your going to
tell me about how you came to this little town wearing motorcycle
leathers and looking like you just jumped off of a moving truck." I
told him my story, I left out a lot of choice parts however
(the werewolf and Marx killing parts), I had no idea how this
Matt person would react to me telling the whole truth.
"So, let me get this right," he walked to the table
I sat behind with two steaming plates. "You have a group
of people that are trying to kill you, and you have no idea
why they are, who they are, or were they are right now."
"Well..that's basically it," I
didn't sound very convincing.
"Hmmm..maybe this will loosen up your mind," he
sat a plate in front of me and one for himself on the other
side of the table. My plate had a steak on it, it had hardly
been cooked at all, blood still dripped off the edges. On his
plate sat a large loaf of bread, no butter, no sandwich fixings,
just bread. He then set out two glasses of a pinkish liquid,
one for each of us. He sat, said a short prayer which had obviously
been rehearsed many times, and began to eat. I joined him,
it was then that I realized that the steak was not beef, but
"Its good," I said, he didn't
look up, and continued to eat. He was right, the meal made
me tell him the missing parts of the story, I didn't tell
him because I wanted to but because I felt I owed the truth
to him at the very least.
"Ah..so that's how my trunk got ruined," he looked
at me with a serious face for a moment, and then went to the
kitchen to refill his glass which had run empty. "I was
up all last night trying to figure out who did that," he
took a big gulp of the pink fluid. "Everyone in this town
knows I like that car more than I like people." He took
another gulp, "And that if anyone were to do anything
to that car I would be very displeased." He paused and
began to stare out of the kitchen window. "When I saw
you today, somehow I just knew that you had the answers," he
walked into the front room and began to read his book again.
I turned my attention back to my food, I drank from the glass
Matt had set out for me. It was bitter, and left my mouth dry.
It was wine, I later found out that Matt always drank wine,
it ( like his eyes) always left you feeling dry inside.
It was a quiet a while before I finished my food, when I finished
I walked into the front room. I had no idea what to say but
Matt had plenty to say.
"So what do you plan to do?" Matt
said without looking up from his book.
"About Chicago..?" I started.
"No no no, about those people hunting you down." He
looked at me finally. "If you keep running they will continue
to chase you until.." He put his hands up in the air to
accent the sentence. "IF however, you decide to turn and
fight back, that would mix things up rather well." I heard
a car pull up and stop at the front door. Matt walked up to
the window and peered out of the dusty glass. "No friends
of mine, they must be after you." I also peered out the
window, a large black car with black windows stood only a few
feet from Matt's front door. Two men got out of the front doors,
they had different (nicer) clothing on, but I instantly recognized
them as the two men I had seen in the woods, the hunters. Matt
opened the door and walked out to the hunters, I stayed behind.
I couldn't hear a thing they were saying, but I soon could
tell it was no longer friendly. One of the hunters produced
a pistol from his coat, he turned and fired three shots into
Matt's car. Matt's eyes grew wide, he jogged over to his car
and placed his hands over the holes that the bullets had made
in the hood of the auto, his mouth hung open in disbelief.
The hunter turned and grinned at the other hunter which also
smiled and then nodded to him. The hunter aimed the weapon
at Matt's back, Matt just stood with his back to the hunters,
eyes closed and head swaying from side to side.
I opened the door, the old hinge made a loud creak. The hunters
turned and saw me, already my arms were tearing through Matt's
T-shirt as they became strong and furry. The hunters did not
freeze in terror like many people did, the one with the pistol
began to bring it toward my direction, the other began to reach
for his own weapon. But it was too late for them, I was already
a werewolf again. I leaped off the stairs, with my right arm
outstretched and my claws spread wide like an eagle's talons.
I thrust my hand toward the hunters body, with more anger and
strength than I ever did before. His body crumbled to the Earth
as his head rolled off the back of his shoulders and to the
ground. I turned to the other hunter, he was now panicking
trying to free his gun from his coat. I jammed my claws into
his chest with all my might, his body went stiff. It took just
as much force to remove my claws from his body. The hunter
fell to the Earth and died, blood began to run out of his wounds.
I turned to Matt, he stood looking at me with a blank look
on his face.
"Wow." was all he could say.
The back door of the car opened, a tall man stepped out.
He was wearing a long black trench coat and dark sunglasses.
He took a few steps toward me and spoke.
"So..you DO exist." he showed no emotion in his
speech, or in his face. He drew out a pistol. "Get in
the car, now." I didn't move, my blood was still pumping,
I wanted to kill him, but he was far away and had a gun drawn
"Don't even think about it." He pointed his gun
away from me and at Matt instead. "You may be able to
avoid the lead, but I doubt he can." He was right, Matt
was an easy target, he was only a few feet from him. The last
door on the car opened, a large man popped out. In a flash
he pointed a small pistol at me and pulled the trigger. Instead
of the loud bang a that I usually associated with guns, the
little weapon only made a low wisp. I began to fell lightheaded,
my feet and arms went numb. My vision blurred, my body seemed
to sink into the Earth as the ground suddenly came up to my
eye level. Then everything went dark, my ears were the only
thing still working. The speech that I did hear sounded fuzzy
and alien, I could not tell by voice who was talking.
"Stuff him into the trunk, and
clean this mess up."
"What about the gearhead?"
"Simple," the gun made another
"We have four hours hurry up." My
hearing went out, the silence was soon replaced with nothingness.
Things were strange for quite some time, like before my ears
were the first to come back, but the rest of me was not so
fortunate. My sight came, then left, my arms became mobile
for short periods, and then became limp. This in and out thing
continued for a long time (at least it seemed like a long time).
Then in one quick flash, the life shot back into my body, it
began in my chest and radiated to the rest of my body filling
my fingers and toes in seconds. I laid on the floor (which
was very hot) for a few minutes. I was quiet content to do
nothing at the time, I was still in shock from the sudden burst
of energy, whenever I tried to move my body, it merely quivered
and refused me. A voice came from above me,
"Just give it time," I recognized
it as the last clear voice I had heard. A few more moments
passed until I finally was able to get to my feet, my claws
made a clicking noise when they hit the hard floor. I was
in a large office building, it had a desk at one end and
windows at the other.
Two men were behind the desk, one was the tall man with the
dark sunglasses (which he still wore). The other I had not
seen before, he was a husky built man with a large mustache.
It was not his face I was taking much note of however, it was
his gun. It was very heavy duty, the barrels were almost two
feet long, and aimed right at me. They were placed side by
side like a birdgun. However the barrels on this weapon were
much larger than those on any gun I had seen before, those
long steel tubes looked like they belonged on the top of a
The man with the dark glasses turned to the gunman and nodded.
The gunman obediently turned and left the room through the
only door in the office, which was behind my enemy. The man
with the dark glasses began to speak, his voice was very basic.
"Twenty, you killed twenty of my employees." He
took a few short and slow steps toward me. "It doesn't
feel so good to be on the other side of the coin does it?" He
took off his trench coat and draped it over the desk, he was
still proceeding toward me. "I was once on that side of
the coin, after I got on the other side I told myself that
I would never go back." His voice was now gaining momentum. "I
had all the advantages, I just didn't know how to use them
at the time." He stopped, he was only a few feet from
me, and his voice was still growing. "Once I got to the
top of the mountain, I knew that their was only one thing that
could knock me down, you." I had no idea what he meant
at the time, did he really think that me preying on a few crooks
meant I was eventually going to go after larger prey? "Humans
are just too easy to kill, even with all of their little toys
they're still just another herd animal deep down inside." He
removed his glasses, it was then that I noticed that his left
eye was not an eye at all, it was merely a glass ball painted
to resemble an eye. That knowledge was of no great value to
me however, it was his right eye that held my attention. From
a distance it looked just like any human eye, if you looked
deeper into it however, you soon learned it was anything but
human. He changed into a werewolf, he had obviously been doing
the trick a lot longer than I had. When I changed into a werewolf
it took concentration or emotion, and it took a few minuets
to change without the moon helping me. His human features seemed
to drift away like dust in the wind, he showed little effort,
his eyes never left mine. He towered over me, he stood an entire
foot taller at least, and his muscles were much more developed
than mine. I was so awed at his sheer mass that I didn't have
time to react when he jumped and struck me down, it was with
the backside of his paw but it still carried plenty of force.
I slide across the slick office floor on my back and slammed
into the wall opposite the beast. I quickly recovered and was
on my feet again, the huge beast was glaring at me, their was
no sign of intelligence in his eye, just fury. He began to
walk toward me, growling and spitting all the way. I had instinctively
my paws raised in a defensive position, much like a human who
is trained in hand to hand fighting does. My claws looked puny
and ineffective, it was clear however that he was intent on
slicing me to pieces. My mind was now in an instinctive fighting
mode, I could not have run if I had wanted to.
Think and Thin
He was only
a few feet from me when he lunged, with his claws reaching
forward tying to rend my flesh. I was faster however, I got
down on all fours and rolled clear of his attack. His claws
made a very loud crackling noise when they hit the floor. He
turned toward me and took a wide swipe, I was still on all
fours and ounce again managed to roll to safety. He had missed
me by almost a foot, but the wisp that his claws made as they
sliced through the air was enough to drive me away from my
attacker. His legs were just as powerful as his arms, he leaped
toward me and my safe distance was soon no more. It only took
a second, but time seemed to drift slowly. I saw his body floating
through the air a few feet above me, his claws were positioned
perfectly, his mouth was hanging open reveling two rows of
razor sharp teeth. Ounce again however he was too slow. I was
still on all four paws, I dug my rear claws into the slick
office floor and kicked my legs with all my might. My legs
sent me racing forward, I rolled and slid on my shoulder across
the slick surface to safety. I quickly whirled around expecting
to see the hulk striking again, what I saw instead was much
better. He had missed my body but had come down on the desk
in the small room with all his energy. Everyone of the claws
on his hands were buried in the wood, he was trying to free
them, snarling and growling all the way. I saw my chance and
was not going to pass it up, I lunged at him and dug my claws
into his back between his shoulders. He snarled even louder
then before, I pressed my paws downward with all my might.
My claws cut deep wounds down the entire length of his back,
he made a noise that was half human half werewolf, it was instantly
recognizable as a cry of pain. His great back muscles became
tense, in one swift motion he wrenched his right paw free (leaving
some of his claws still in the wood), and smacked me across
the face with the back side of his paw. The blow sent me crashing
to the floor, I instinctively got up as fast as I could, but
my lack of balance prevented me from doing any more. He turned
(dragging the desk with him) and slashed at me with all of
his monstrous strength. His remaining claws ripped through
the leather of my jacket and tore at the skin on my chest.
Ounce again I was sent crashing to the floor, this time I stayed
down as the pain filled my entire body, I felt light headed.
With his massive feet he struck at the desk, witch shattered
and no longer prevented his claws from being used. Soon he
was on top of me, somehow I managed to wedge my legs between
us, I pressed my feet on his shoulders to keep his jaws off
of my face. He snapped his mighty teeth at me and pressed forward,
we began to slide across the floor. We crashed into the back
wall, right next to the door that led outside. My head slammed
into the wall very hard, my body went numb for a time, it was
only instinct that kept my arms and feet pushing the monster
away. He continued to snap at my throat with his jaws, his
strength was much greater then my own, he inched closer and
closer with every snap. I could feel his breath on my nose,
I had little time left before his jaws would end the battle.
It was then that I felt something sticking me in the leg, in
all the action I had forgot about my gun, it was now my only
I began to fumble for it, it was hard trying to keep his claws
and teeth off me and try to reach the gun at the same time.
Soon he had his forepaw on my shoulder, he began to dig his
claws into my arm, my blood ran out of the wounds and down
the wall to the floor. I had no strength left I had to act
NOW. I grasped my jacket with my claws and ripped a gaping
hole into the leather. I plunged my right arm inside my hand
found the gun, my thumb found the hammer and my finger found
the trigger. I pulled the trigger, the bullet ripped through
my jacket and through the monster's leg, his fury seemed to
lose energy. I kick his large body off me and it flopped over
backward to the floor. We both staggered to our feet, I pulled
the hammer back, aimed and pulled the trigger again. The bullet
stuck him in the stomach and exited out the small of his back,
he stumbled back a few steps but didn't fall. I pulled the
gun out of my jacket, I aimed and fired again. The bullet struck
him in the chest and came out his shoulder, he had to wave
his arms to keep his balance. I eased the hammer back and pulled
the trigger ounce again, the bullet struck him in the center
of his chest, this time it found something solid in his body
and did not exit. The impact of the lead sent him flying backwards
as if he had just been hit by a car. His body slammed to the
ground and remained still.
I stood panting and light headed for a moment, killing one
of your own kind feels different then killing another species,
even in self preservation. I began to make my way to the door,
each step hurt, my muscles ached from giving everything they
had for such a long time. I was only a few paces from the door
when I heard a noise I did not want to hear. A harsh clicking
noise, it came from behind me, at first I told myself it was
merely my ears reacting to the gunshots. I turned around, my
eyes proved that my ears had indeed heard a clicking noise.
The werewolf stood right were he had landed, blood ran thick
from the bullet holes in his chest. He let out a low hiss,
blood ran out of his mouth staining his teeth black and red.
I stood in disbelief for a few moments, I soon snapped out
of it though, I aimed my gun squarely at his head, cocked it,
and pulled the trigger. Instead of a bullet, all I got was
a click, much like that of the werewolf's claws which now began
to move the beast toward me. I pulled the trigger again, still
only a click, the weapon was out of bullets. The werewolf stuck
me with his claws, my body was sent flying toward the door,
just before my body got to the door it opened, the gunman entered
the room, he had no time to react to the flying mass of fur.
My body struck him and he was sandwiched against the me and
the wall that was just behind the doorway. It was a good thing
he was there, it was his ribs that I felt breaking against
the wall, not my own. My vision cleared and I saw the best
bearing down on me, red foam was now coming from his mouth,
all of his red teeth stared at me. By some freak accident the
gunman's gun had ended up just ahead of me on the floor.
I brought myself to my knees and snatched the weapon, I leveled
it at the werewolf. He didn't seem to care, he continued toward
me, more furious then ever and bleeding badly, I pulled the
trigger. The weapon was extremely powerful, it also had vicious
recoil, if I been on my feet it surely would have thrown me
to the floor. The shaped lead bullet found its target, it tore
into him like a knife through butter. The werewolf's eyes grew
wide, his chest had a huge hole, it began to spill its contents.
He crumbled down, his fur retreated leaving only a dead human
body, he would not get up again.
I heard two men running toward me from one of the side halls,
they froze in their tracks when they spotted me. I aimed the
gun at them and pulled the trigger, the gun's second and last
bullet left its barrels. The thugs had enough brains to get
the hell out of the way when I aimed the gun at them, they
ducked into other doors that lined the long hallway and the
large hunk of lead ripped an melon sized hole in the wall were
the thugs ounce stood. I hobbled back into the office, I shut
the door behind me. I was trapped, I soon heard the thugs shouting
to other thugs, soon two voices became many more.
I ran to the window, the building looked out onto another
building with only a narrow alleyway between them, there was
a garbage truck parked in the alley. I began to walk back toward
the other end of the office, the door came flying open, the
thugs came pouring in. The window was now my only way out,
the room was a few stories up but I had no other choice. I
leaped toward the window, the glass shattered and I plunged
through with bullets chasing me all the way. I landed in the
dumpster the garbage truck had in its clutches. I climbed out
of the trash and made my way down the alleyway. I stopped at
the end of the alley, a large street lay ahead of me, their
was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I could hear the thugs
making their way to the street, my mind was racing as fast
as it could, I needed another way out and I had less time then
before. The thugs were only a few steps from the alley when
my idea finally came. Their was a dirty yellow tarp laying
under my feet, I quickly draped around my body and curled up
next to one of the garbage bins. One of the thugs turned the
corner he saw me and aimed his pistol at me.
"Don't move!!" He took a few steps toward me "Move
and I'll blast your head off!!!" I didn't move, I scarcely
breathed. When he came to within a few feet of me he spoke
again, "Get up." I pulled the tarp off my head, he
looked at me, not with fear or anger, but with disgust. He
did not see the head of a werewolf like he suspected, only
the face of a battered and busied human, the tarp concealed
the rest of me. Had he seen the puddle of blood I sat in, or
my torn leather jacket he would have figured out what I really
was, but he did not. More thugs made their way into the alley.
"You have him?"
"No just a bum, god you smell bad!"
"He smells like a dead animal"
"The cops will be here soon we gotta juke on out." With
that they left the alley, ounce they left I changed back into
a werewolf. Not a moment to soon ether, I curled up under the
tarp. I had lost a lot of blood, and my all strength had been
used up. It was then that I knew death was no longer looking
over my shoulder, but staring me in the eye, daring me to blink.
I fell asleep, it was sleep without dreams, without relaxation.
It felt much more like death then like sleep.
When I woke the sun had gone down and the moon had come up.
I made my way down the street as well as I could, my whole
body ached and my chest was still bleeding. I stumbled and
fell to the pavement, this was not working. I lifted myself
and stood up against a brick wall, it was the only thing keeping
me on my feet. A large truck motored by, it was one of those
that had a small house strapped to its back. The truck slowed
to a stop in front of one of the many light poles that dotted
the street. I hobbled toward the truck, soon I was at the back
door of the house. I jammed my claw into the lock and twisted
it open, I had just jumped inside when the truck began to move
again. I laid on the floor of the house for a time, the truck
bounced over the streets and bean to pick up speed. It was
then that I realized that the door was flapping in the wind.
I picked myself up and limped to the door, just before I closed
it a road sign passed by. It was the welcome to Chicago road
sign, I stood for awhile and just watched the big green sign
disappear into the darkness of night.
"So long Chicago." I shut
the door and spent the next few hours sleeping on the floor
of the house on wheels.
I has awoke by a large bump in the road, the truck was no
longer on one of the main roads, the pavement soon became harsh.
The truck began to toss me into the air, (which felt great
on my wounds). Just when I decided I could take the abuse no
longer the truck stopped, the engine died. I slowly opened
the door and peered out into the night. The truck had stopped
at a supply store, the driver had gone inside. Off in the distance
I could see a large woods, I crept out of the truck and made
my way toward it. My legs had regained some strength, I reached
the woods in no time. I had only waded into the trees a few
moments before I came to a small pond. By now the night had
ended and the sun was just beginning to rise. I looked at my
refection in the still water. Most of my wounds had healed
over, I would live. The huge claws marks on my chest would
be completely healed in a few days. The fur that grew out of
the great slashes was white, not the rusty red that it had
ounce been. I looked up from my refection and into the trees.
The woods seemed to go on forever, it was beautiful. It was
then that I decided on what to do next.
I drew out my gun, I looked at it for a moment, and threw
it into the water. It made a muffled splash before it sunk
into water and came to a rest in the mud below. I took off
my jacket which was now slashed, torn, and riddled with holes.
The ounce proud eagle now looked tired and sick. I hung the
leather of the trees that grew in the forest. I then tore off
the clothes that Matt had given to me. They too were ripped,
torn and full of holes. The T-shirt that was once white was
now red with my blood. I dropped the rags underneath the jacket,
and then I left. I left the vigilante at that old oak tree,
as far as I know its still there, the eagle is now pale from
the sun beating down on it for many years.
I ran into the woods, my arms were still stiff, but it was
time to hunt. A slow breeze drifted through the trees, it carried
the scent of deer with it. It was not long before I had brought
down a young doe. I sat under a oak tree with a fresh meal
in front of me, and the sun shining down on me. As I looked
up into the new day I realized that I had finally found my
place. I took another bite of venison, things just seemed so
simple when you followed your instincts. I still had many years
left in me, I knew fate was not done with me yet. But for now,
the simple pleasure of a full stomach and being at the top
of the food chain was enough action for me.
Thanks for reading drift, I hope you enjoyed reading it
as much as I enjoyed writing it. This was a new thing for
me, a lot of Drift was based on my own experiences, but the
ending and beginning came to me in a dream. So I had to write
the thing from the outside in, what I want to know is, how
did I do??? If you took the time to read drift Id like to
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