|Wolf ! (standard:horror, 560 words)|
|Author: Michael Lance Kersting||Added: Apr 09 2012||Views/Reads: 1805/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A werewolf was terrorizing the village but who was it?|
Wolf ! A frosty, winter day, a scared woman, a werewolf, a pair of hunters and a surprise ending. It was a chilly winter day. The wind was strong and howling as the snow flurries began to fall. A woman wrapped in a thick winter coat made her way hurriedly down a beaten path toward the village. Her heart was pounding in her breast, for there was talk about a marauding wolf in the area. A werewolf, This was substantiated when the villagers saw to their horror and amazement that the wolf paws they were following had changed into footprints in the snow heading toward the village. They became suspicious of each other. The werewolf had already killed six people disembowelling them with fury and the villagers were afraid to go out. A hunting party was formed, but the wolf was elusive and always kept one step ahead of them, so they decided to hire a professional hunter named Parker who then set traps in the woods around the village and waited. *** The woman hastens her steps. Out of sight of from her untrained eye, is a sleek gray creature. He watches without blinking as his unsuspecting prey hurried across the field without a clue that she is being watched. He waits as she moves across the ground towards him. Watching, Waiting, She gets closer, Patience, not yet .he thought. He can't afford to let this opportunity slip by. If he were to leave his position now he could lose his advantage on her. The slightest movement of muscle could give him away. His ears perked . He readies himself for the attack. His heart is beating faster and faster. He can hear his blood rushing through his veins. She gets closer. He positions his hind feet under his strong muscular body for leverage He tensed himself for the leap. The moment is almost here. He draws in his breath. He tensed his leg muscles. Eyes fixed on the target NOW! He thought She looks up and saw the huge body hurling towards her. She screams. The Werewolf huge form sails through the air towards her as if in slow motion. His orange eyes blazing, his lips curling back in a snarl. He opened his mouth, showing long yellow fangs. A loud shot rang out shattering the silence. The impact of the silver bullet caught him flush in his furry chest spinning him around in midair and he fell heavily in the snow at the woman's feet. His muscles went into involuntary spasms as his blood spread quickly over the snow. The woman fainted. "Looks like we got here just in time." said Parker the hunter to his companion Pedro "Yeah, Boss, and not a bit too late." replied Pedro staring at the twitching creature. Then the transformation began as the two hunters looked on in amazement. "Damn!” cried Parker suddenly, " No wonder we couldn't find him." The werewolf slowly changed into the village preacher who had arrived two months earlier in the village. The villagers breathed a sigh of relief. However, a week later , Parker the hunter, was in his cabin, the full moon was rising. He sat at a window staring at it as thick, grey fur began running down his arms!. Parker had figured that the village was too small for TWO werewolves. End Tweet
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