Chapter 3
A wolf climbed on to a tree and scurried up to the highest branch. It sat waiting, a look of hunger in its eyes. It started to sniff the air, and then climbed down slowly; making no noise at all. It perched again onto a branch that was 13 feet from the ground.
Minutes passed and its head cocked up. It’s eyes piercing the dark that surrounded it. A figured appeared, coved in a black cloaked. It was completely covered. The clocked figure walked at a fast pace, looking behind itself ever few seconds. As it came closer, the wolf began to ready to pounce.
As it was a few feet away from the tree, the wolf leapt from the branch, exposing its claws. A flash, blood went everywhere. It covered the nearby trees, just like moss would. The wolf rose with a piece of flesh in its mouth. He chewed then swallowed, blood covering its face.
It gave a howl that shook the tree leaves.
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A loud beeping sound sounded. The horrible screech woke Luke up. Luke kept his eyes closed, still trying to continue his dream. The fatigue faded away from Luke, and he noticed that his clock was louder than ever. Yesterday it was normal, but now it was 10-fold of what it used to be. He pressed the off button.
Luke got out of bed and looked around his room. Everything seemed to be brighter and crisper, the light from his shrouded window seemed to flow in. His clothes on the floor seemed to have more detail as well. Striding to the door he found it was open. His stomach filled up with vertigo as something sounded behind him. Luke swung around, his fists raised, ready for combat. A man stepped out of a blind space between two walls of Luke’s room, where he couldn’t have seen him at first.
“Who are you?!” he yelled, anger in his voice and eyes, “What are you doing in my room?!”
The man tilted his head, as in observing what Luke just said, or rather the way he screeched it. “I am here because of what happened to last night,” the man said, his voice hard, but clipped.
Luke observed that the man was thin, but had a deep voice. “That doesn’t give you any fucking right to break into my house and stalk my bed!”
“True, but I came hear to tell you something very important,” the man said, looking at Luke in the eyes.
“Tell me and get out!” Luke said his voice getting a deep roar every second.
The man noted this, and said: “So this is the thanks I get for shooting a werewolf? You know what? I’ll talk to you outside; it’s not safe here with you bellowing.”
“What are you talking-” but the man ran out of the room, before Luke could finish.
Luke started to chase him but the man had vanished when he reached the door. “Damn it!” he sore, “where did he go?!"
As Luke walked back to his bed, the man’s words had sunk in. What is he talking about ‘werewolf’, werewolves don’t exist…. Saving my life, he thought, I do remember a gunshot but and what ever had hold of me let go when the gunshot went off.
He came up with a conclusion, he will go outside to find what else happened that night, and decide what to do. But the thought of a werewolf bit him, seemed to off-key from any animal attacks. He rubbed his shoulder, no pain emanated from it. It was as if nothing had bit him. He checked his shoulder and found a row of bite marks that resembled a canine’s bit. But it was a bunch of scars. How could a wound like that heal so fast?
A noise sounded in Luke’s mother’s bedroom. “She must be awake now,” he said to himself. The sounds came in vary clearly now. The steps of his mother seemed to be clearer than usual.
Not paying anymore attention, Luke decided to watch TV. When he got into the living room, he flipped on the TV and started to surf through the channels. Diana soon came into the living room soon after the TV was turned on. She crossed to the TV and pressed the power button.
Luke looked up vaguely at her and saw that she was in her night gown. “Let me guess, you are wondering where I was last night?”
Her look seemed angry as ever, but Luke didn’t care to notice. “Damn strait!” she shouted, Luke flinched as she sore. “I’ve been awake all night waiting and worrying about you.”
“I took a walk, nothing to get pissed about,” he said dully turning his gaze to the dark television.
“I don’t care, and don’t cuss at me—“ her voice trailed on but Luke wasn’t listening anymore. He was thinking of what had happened last night. Wouldn’t she have heard the gun shot? Luke asked himself.
When Luke started to come too, he realized his mother had just walked into the kitchen stomping. “I better do something to cheer her up,” he said to himself.
He walked into the kitchen where he found his mother starting breakfast. “Listen mom,” he began in a fake sorrowful voice, he just wanted her to calm down, “I am sorry that I left you last night. It was wrong of me, its just that the kids at school are giving me a hard time,” This wasn’t a lie he realized.
“I know what you are going through,” Diane said, “but what does this have to do with other kids at school?”
Luke told what happened to him at school, and how he didn’t even get to explain his story to the teachers.
“Ah, I’m sorry for yelling at you,” she said, sounding caring, “I’ll talk to the principle about this.”
“Don’t worry mom,” he said giving her a smile, “I can take care of this.” Diane didn’t think anything of this, but Luke felt power in what he said.
I can take care of this, it rumbled in his mind like lightning in a field.
“Do you want any breakfast?” she said, putting strips of beacon in the frying pan.
He watched the strips sizzle when they were put in; Luke’s stomach clenched with hunger. He didn’t even really hear his mother; his mind was stuck on the beacon.
“Huh?” he said with a start.
“I said, ‘Do you want breakfast?’” Diana repeated. Her voice had a chuckle in it as she repeated herself.
Luke pulled his mind away from the beacon and thought. The man outside is waiting for him, but then again he is terribly hungry. He decided that he would eat fast then sneak out of the house.
“Yes mother,” Luke said, still staring at the beacon, “I would like some breakfast.”
“Okay, I will-” but Luke left the room before his mother could finish.
Luke crossed to the couch absently flipping through channels, but not really watching them. His mind was still on what the mysterious man had said. He continued flipping through channels when he landed on a news station.
“I am here at Highway 47 were a man with a serious case of hypertrichosis was found dead,” the female news caster said. “It is apparent that the man was-” Luke flipped the channel, and then all of a sudden he remember what hypertrichosis was.
It was a genetic disorder that lets the human hair follicles grow at a fast rate. Then something else came into his mind, back on the old days of mythology. When villagers found something that didn’t belong, such as hypertrichosis, they immediately stamp them out thinking it is witchcraft. They also thought that people who had hypertrichosis were werewolves.
After Luke switched the channel back he continued to watch. “- with a rifle, that police say this murder was planned. The bullet found belong to a DPMS Panther LR-308B sniper rifle, and was used at a distance of approximately 100 yards. Police are going around to near-by houses to conduct minor searches and see if anybody can figure out who this man was.”
A picture flashed on the screen of the supposed hypertrichosis man. A grotesque figure was in ditch off the side of the road. It was covered in fur, but it had the shape of a man. Under the fury face was features of a man, such as a nose and a mouth, which was wide open. The corpse had two bullet shots in its chest. Blood stained parts of his fur red, while the rest of it was brown.
The female news caster flashed up again. “The autopsy of the specimen will be held on Wednesday of next week. Live from the crime scene, I am Liana Ash, back to you Dave.”
Luke flipped off the TV as the weather maps showed up.
“They found the body,” he said out loud, “So the strange man was telling the truth.” The rest of the news cast sunk into him. “Police will be conducting searches of the nearby houses.” If the police found out that Luke was out last night, that would make him a suspect. He found it hard telling the police officers that it was a werewolf that gave him scar and a man had killed it.
Luke thought about the nearby vicinity. He walked north a mile last night, while the body was found four miles southeast of his house. It wouldn’t be likely if the police found the blood pool of his blood. But DNA could prove it was him if they ever found it.
Thinking he had everything planned out, he went into the kitchen and found his plate on the table. Luke ate with gusto, savoring every bit of egg and beacon that went into his mouth.
When Luke finished, he told his mother that he was tired and made his way back into this bedroom. There he waited till the house was silent. Then he hoped out of his window, making a fast pace to the clearing.
