DEER GUTS
I wake up in a cold sweat. I look around my bedroom, my clothes ripped are on the floor; blood is on them. I walk towards the door. The smell of a rotting carcass is in the air, the horrid smell fills my nose. “What the hell?” I mumble to my self. I open the door, and the carcass of a deer is at my feet, along with a pile guts and entrails.
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Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce my self. I’m Shaun Myers, a victim to lycanthropy…. Twelve years i’ve been stuck with this dicease. I am now first 14 years old. Anyway where was I…
Deer Guts part 2
I creep out the back door, not wanting to wake my parents. I grab the snow shovel and and a black bin bag. I walk back up the stairs. The deer’s blood is all over the carpet, how the hell am I supposed to clean that? The walls are all covered with claw marks. I knew I change at the full moon, but I didn’t know it’ll get this bad. I scoop up the remains of the deer, including the pile of guts and entrails. Its heavy and smells horrific. I put it in the outside bin.
I go inside and dispose the evidance, and have a quick shower. “Morning.” I say to mum, I head down to the kitchen and switch on the kettle. Dad is watching the news, I ovr hear it saying “There has been another sighting of the furry demon. I have eye witnesses saying they saw him slaughter a deer.” the anchor women said. “Strange, I always see hairs of different animals in the carpets, and this strange long spikey sharp hair, that is poculear.” Dad says. He runs off to his study. “Whats happened to him?” Mum asks, “Just his stereotypes and his theorys.” I laugh.
When I get to school, Mr Horris talks about the dangers of the night and the carcass’ that keep showing up. “Danger, thats the key word for this lesson. The danger of the night. The danger of the furry beast, a so called `werewolf`. Now some people think it as just a large bear and wolf hybrid.” Mr Horris said, “SO your saying there’s some sort of wolfy situation?” Callum asks. We all stay in silence and think. I think about that their all talking about me without realising.
Wolf eyes
I get home and see my dad studying the hair. I roll my eyes and head for my room. A man with long grey hair and a jet black beard is in my room. He is wearing a long purple cloak. “Who are you!?” I ask, alarmed by his appearance. “I’m your creater.” He says, and I glare at him. “Does my mum and dad know your here?” I ask, “No. I made a spell that blocks trhe goings on in this room. If they enter, they will see you playing video games.” he says. “What the hell is your name?” I ask my Creater, “Well I have lots, Death, Satin , the Grimm Reaper and etc. But I go by the name of Ramanay Wolfai. I create werewolves, demons. I find babies, strong ones. I insert a pair of Wolf eyes in each socket. But the liquid inside the sockets are lycanthropy, a goey substance secretly hidden in a wolfs soul. I am ,the creator of all wolves. I am there father, and i’m yours.” Ramanay said, and I instanly grow my wolfen hair. My fingers stretch, my teeth fall out and a new set of wolf teeth plunge out. Blood spills out my mouht, my pupils turn into dark glowing balls of light. I jump out the window, I let out a howl and run around the city with my wolf eyes glowing…
A Deadly Attack
I’m on a chimany, I am growly happily. Blood drips off my chin, I have just slaughtered a dog and ate his entrails, hot, gooey entrails. I slurp the blood like its water, I smile and jump from roof to roof. I hear something behind me, something big… I turn around and see a werewolf the size of an oak tree. It launches itself at me, I fall and hit my head hard on a brick. I hear a crack and expect its my head, but its the brick. I realise that its a male, he growls at me. I struggle to get up, but he keeps kicking me back down. My nose is now bleeding non-stop. He grabs me by the neck, “Who are?” I ask. “Longrout, and you are?” Longrout’s voice was very deep. “I’m non of your buisness!” I run as fast as I can, but he just pounces on my back and bites my ear clean off. “ARGH!!!!!!!!!!” I shout, “TELL ME NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Longrout booms. “Sh-Shau-n Myars.” I stutter, Longrout lets go. He grabs my ear and it joins back together!!! But he grabs a sword an plunges it through my stomach…
I lay on the hard led roof, a sword right through me. Blood explodes from my mouth, I wheeze in pain. I lie helplessly in a blood pool, I can feel blood dripping onto the ground, the hard cold metal touching my entrails. I try and touch the metal, but it goes deeper every time I place my fingers on it. I have been injured badly, a very deadly attack…
