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|Night of the Werewolf ! (standard:horror, 2141 words)|
|Author: Michael Lance Kersting||Added: Aug 16 2006||Views/Reads: 2132/1273||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Jack Carter had a dark secret.|
Jack Carter was bitten by a wolf in a dark forest when he was in Romania a month ago. The old man who rescued him said that as he survived, he would change into a werewolf every night of the full moon, he almost laugh in the old man's face. He didn't believe in such nonsense. A werewolf in this Twentieth Century? hogwash! he concluded. At his Apartment in Calgary on a full moon night, he felt a strange burning sensation washing over his body. He felt confused . By some esoteric force, he was drawn to a window, The moonlight washed across his face. His face began to change . The burning became more intense. There was absolutely no doubt that something weird was happening. He looked on amazed at his hands. His fingers were slowly lengthening, and the nails were starting to grow into long, pointed claws. Dark gray fur sprang up all over his body, and his muscles spread. His clothes were ripped ,and fell away, as he changed shape. His arms lengthened, claws clickng on his paws. His face jutted forward, his nose and mouth melding together in a tooth filled, saliva dripping muzzle. His eyes sank back into his face, getting redder , more feral. His ears lengthen, the lobes disappeared, and pointed dog like ears sprouted. His hair vanished in the gray fur as the transformation continued. ”No ! No!”he screamed, "It cannot be !". A blood thirst began filling his thoughts. "Blood , I must have some blood !" he cried in a deep growl. He opened the window and climbed down a tree at the back of the yard and raced into the night on all fours. Then he saw her. A lone woman. Helpless. The thirst in him grew! .He hid in some bushes nearby. The woman stopped,suddenly feeling that she was being followed, She then turned and gasped at the huge grey wolflike creature following her. She tried to run. The creature went into a crouch then sprang towards her. She screamed in fright. He slammed into her, knocking her off balance and both fell heavily on the ground . She struggled bravely for her life, but she was no match for the hulking werewolf. His furry arm raised and came down in an awkward arch . The crushing blow cracked her skull killing her instantly. He began licking at the warm blood that emerged from her shattered skull. Satisfied, he raised his massive head and gave a blood curdling howl to the moon. A bum nearby heard the howling and got up. His liquor filled thoughts trying to focus. Then he saw the creature. “Shit !”he cried. The werewolf stopped it's howling, turned and looked at him . It's burning red eyes glared at him. The bum began running, the werewolf went after him in leaps and bounds saliva drooling from his mouth. He snarled once then made a flying leap, knocking the man off his feet . the man fell forward landing heavily on the ground. The werewolf on top of him. The man began screaming. The Beast lifted it's his paws... A bum found their mutilated bodies the next morning. Back in his Apartment Jack Carter lay naked on the floor ,his mind confused. Blood was every where. He couldn't remember anything. The next night . The prostitute walked a bit unsteadily along the sidewalk. As she passed a shadowy alleyway, a hairy hand struck like a snake and wrapped around her mouth, dragging her into the darkness with such strength that she was lifted entirely off the ground. There was a loud growl. She kicked wildly but hit only air. The last thing she saw was an open mouth of long yellow fangs. The RCMP Officer squatted next to the body and saw the blank stare of the young woman who couldn't be more than twenty-five under the heavy makeup. The eyes were wide, and her mouth gaped open in surprise, in a scream, or perhaps to beg for pity. The perpetrator had shown none. Instead he had ripped her throat out. The seventh for the past month with the same modus operandi and the RCMP couldn't figure out. They knew that the typical serial killer either strangled or use some weapon to kill his / her victims, but this one uses neither, and it seems just brute strength and savagery. citizens held their breath in fear .Both uniformed and plain clothes officers were every where in the Downtown area where most of the murders were committed. The killer seems to strike at at random which made it difficult for the investigation. It was about 12.30 am the next night. Frank Collins, a loner, boarded the Transit bus to downtown Calgary, took the LRT and got off at Dalhousie, a Calgary neighberhood. He was an unsmiling young man about twenty five, thick black hair and greenish eyes. The next day at the Calgary Police Service Headquarters on 6 th Avenue, Chief Inspector Click here to read the rest of this story (114 more lines)
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