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by Dez the Soul Reaver 4/29/2012, 11:54 amBLOOD MOON
WARNING!!! This is not a little kiddie’s story with guns that go “pew pew pew”, or anything like that. This has bad language, and it has violence, bloody violence.
Catos will be helping me out with this, and I am happy for him to be around
I hope you all enjoy
Epilogue:
Stephen walked through the darks street of the city, practically stomping on the ground with every step, rage visible to any who saw his face under that dark hood.
Again. It had happened again. He had been fired, again. The simple reason had been because Mr. Stokes, or whatever his name was, was too high and mighty to think that Stephen’s ideas could be better than the current system he had. He thought all of this as he walked across the street, and into the park, the route to his normal house.
But none of it mattered, screw Burger Town, he could find somewhere else tomorrow. He would survive.
As if in a rather disturbing answer to his previous thought, he heard a loud growling coming from a bush right beside him. He was about to move closer to investigate, when he heard a guy talking from behind him.
“You f**king mental? It’s a bush you idiot,” the unknown man said to him, rough looking features shown on his face, before walking past, continuing down the path.
He was about to give a harsh reply, when he heard the growling again. This time, it was coming from further up in the bushes, and it was moving… closer… and closer to where the other man was walking.
“Mate, you should really-“ but he was cut off, as something emerged from the bushes, and pounced on the unsuspecting man.
It was all brown and furry, and extremely large, almost twice the size of Stephen, and its fangs and claws looked viciously sharp. Stephen didn’t know how he had taken this all in, he was too worried about what it planned to do.
The beast landed on the man with a large amount of force, and then proceeded to slamming his jaws down on the man’s chest, and started tearing at the flesh with its powerful teeth. Blood was spread everywhere, and the poor man’s intestines were also ripped out along with the mass of bodily fluids. He started screaming in pain, and Stephen froze in shock.
What the hell was going on? This wasn’t usual… no… this had to be a dream. It had to be! A terrible, terrible nightmare!
“This isn’t real!” he blurted out, and the beast paused, and turned to face him blood dripping from all over its furry brown, shaggy head. “Oh, s**t… no, no no no!!!!
The beast… the… what was it called? Werewolf? That’s what it had to be. It turned back to the man who was already half dead, and with one mighty swipe of his powerful claw took his entire head off, gore spurting everywhere.
Stephen didn’t stay to watch. He turned, and ran as fast he could, using all the muscles in his leg that he could, and sprinted out of the park, shouting in horror, praying to god that it wouldn’t catch him…
He ran all the way back home. He knew, he would need an appointment with the Psychiatrist.
OOC: Feedback would be appreciated :)
WARNING!!! This is not a little kiddie’s story with guns that go “pew pew pew”, or anything like that. This has bad language, and it has violence, bloody violence.
Catos will be helping me out with this, and I am happy for him to be around
I hope you all enjoy
Epilogue:
Stephen walked through the darks street of the city, practically stomping on the ground with every step, rage visible to any who saw his face under that dark hood.
Again. It had happened again. He had been fired, again. The simple reason had been because Mr. Stokes, or whatever his name was, was too high and mighty to think that Stephen’s ideas could be better than the current system he had. He thought all of this as he walked across the street, and into the park, the route to his normal house.
But none of it mattered, screw Burger Town, he could find somewhere else tomorrow. He would survive.
As if in a rather disturbing answer to his previous thought, he heard a loud growling coming from a bush right beside him. He was about to move closer to investigate, when he heard a guy talking from behind him.
“You f**king mental? It’s a bush you idiot,” the unknown man said to him, rough looking features shown on his face, before walking past, continuing down the path.
He was about to give a harsh reply, when he heard the growling again. This time, it was coming from further up in the bushes, and it was moving… closer… and closer to where the other man was walking.
“Mate, you should really-“ but he was cut off, as something emerged from the bushes, and pounced on the unsuspecting man.
It was all brown and furry, and extremely large, almost twice the size of Stephen, and its fangs and claws looked viciously sharp. Stephen didn’t know how he had taken this all in, he was too worried about what it planned to do.
The beast landed on the man with a large amount of force, and then proceeded to slamming his jaws down on the man’s chest, and started tearing at the flesh with its powerful teeth. Blood was spread everywhere, and the poor man’s intestines were also ripped out along with the mass of bodily fluids. He started screaming in pain, and Stephen froze in shock.
What the hell was going on? This wasn’t usual… no… this had to be a dream. It had to be! A terrible, terrible nightmare!
“This isn’t real!” he blurted out, and the beast paused, and turned to face him blood dripping from all over its furry brown, shaggy head. “Oh, s**t… no, no no no!!!!
The beast… the… what was it called? Werewolf? That’s what it had to be. It turned back to the man who was already half dead, and with one mighty swipe of his powerful claw took his entire head off, gore spurting everywhere.
Stephen didn’t stay to watch. He turned, and ran as fast he could, using all the muscles in his leg that he could, and sprinted out of the park, shouting in horror, praying to god that it wouldn’t catch him…
He ran all the way back home. He knew, he would need an appointment with the Psychiatrist.
OOC: Feedback would be appreciated :)
