[b]Ever thought having a normal walk with your dog would be nothing for Jason an average 12 yr old kid you might till suddenly something unexpected turns up not much but finding out your dog is actually a werewolf, not only that he's wanted by the skinwalker side and an old obsessive girlfriend of his hire assassins to bring him back to her not juz that she she's planning on dominating the whole world..................what a twist don't you, this story contains violates, twisted-humor and Gothic adventures ..........................please enjoy

---------------------------------*Prologue*--------------------------------

The sky was Grey, thunderous clouds stretch across the lands. Up in the summit plains of Old Fontana 1928, the winds blowing rapidly and swiftly nothing but grass following the rhythm of the wind. Rain soon followed as well, then ‘Boom’ lighting struck down against the moist dirt of the earth, someone was running.

Running through the blistery cold, running against the wind, running against the whole world, a young fellow not to close to his twenties ran helplessly through and across the storm patting so deeply in his throat that his mouth was dry due to lose of saliva, he turned his head slightly over his shoulders eyes widen afraid of something or rather someone, without even looking tripping himself over a rock landing horribly smack against the mud.

“Why”, he sobbed, “Why’d it happen to me”, choking his words down before he was able to lift himself off the ground a loud gunshot burst through the sky,

“There he is !”

“The monster! Demon! Demon!”

“Kill him! Kill him!”

A angry mob ran towards him not with pitch forks or rakes like you see in a Frankenstein movies, but with their guns, knife and any other deadly weapon; the helpless victim tried to escape but was a pointless effort

grabbed by handful of his hair and pulled back,

“ Please spare me! I, meant no har—“, he pleaded but one of the men in the mob struck him a blow with the handle of his 130-160 feet 7 lbs. Tommy gun, “ Shaddup!”, he spat, striking him again but across his face. Spitting out blood looking down at the ground watching the drops of rain washed the blood away.

“ Pa!, Pa! Wait what yar doing ain’t right!”, the crowd turned their heads to the source of the sound, Shirley, one of the Mayors successful granddaughter. Tall though feminize feature a bit of a gawkish girl her red curls hanging down and wildly against the wind hiding her freckles while her navy blue dress soaked against the blizzard rain,

“Please Pa, reconsider this!”, she yelled across.

The wind blew even more rapidly as Shirley tried to convince her grandfather to release the straggle man,

“ Shirley, go back home I’m putting an end to this”, he warned her,

“Pa-“, lighting boomed cutting off Shirley’s objection, “Pa, please can’t we resolve this like gentlemen?”

“I agree with her Mr. Jackson-“

“Shaddup!”, he barked back at him, he was on his knees his arms dangle and his head looking down at the ground however his eyes were focus on Mr. Jackson , his body to weak to move remembering that he used all his energy dodging and escaping the bullets none the less the townsfolk that transform to a mob.

“I’ll not have my grandchild…..my Shirley ……..my sweet innocent Shirley, elope with this ……”, anger was in his tone. Mr. Jackson let out a sigh trying to control his short-temper self, “This flea-bitten dog a poor excuse of a man.”, he pointed his sausage size finger at him.

Mr. Jackson nearing in his sixties, his beer belly tucked underneath in his oversize faded blue jeans, old but short-temper like a stubborn ass, he hope Shirley, would find a suitable man to settle down to raise a family and live through the family name perhaps, he was wrong.

“Uhh…Mr. Jackson, not to be rude or anything but I think we should settle this like reasonable men”, patting him on the shoulder like any good gesture would. The old man shock and startled stepped a few feet from him and so did the crowd, “How’d you…”

“How’d I escape Joseph‘s grasp?, Quite simple really”, finishing Mr. Jackson sentence with a gleam in his smile giving him the thumbs up, "I bopped him in the head. That boy is so easily distracted”, pinpointing back with his thumb Joseph, not one of the bright men, his dirty brown hair blended with the dirt laying face down against the mud unconscious though seeing mud bubbles thankfully still alive, “ You see Mr. Jackson, I’m not the bad guy here; thankfully not a murder either.”

“Shaddup dog! You were plotting a scam since you step into our town!”

“Mr. Jackson, I assure you, I have no intention on doing such thing.”, waving his finger as a sign of a no, no but Mr. Jackson pierce him with a glare feeling embarrassing that his face was beginning to turn red. The storm continued the shivering coldness was overwhelming the group decided to huddle together not knowing what to do next.

Just as the group began moving Shirley ran towards the scruffy man, “ Eric, are you okay?”,

She asked in concerned of the scruffy man named Eric, he smiled at her assuring that there was nothing to worry about, “Love and Peace will conquer all!!”, he shouted louder than the thunder laughing as though he cheated death relieved then turning her direction at the old man, “Pa, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you?”

“Pa, why’d you hate Eric so much?”

Mr. Jackson didn’t respond, didn’t even look straight at her.

“Pa…..”, she ask eagerly waiting for a response but nothing, “Pa, if you don’t wanna talk then I will Pa, there’s something you needed to know …..”, she looked at him nervously, still he didn’t turn , “Pa….I’m pregnant!!”, she blurted out over the wind now everyone shock and stunned at the news. Mr. Jackson spunned his head, but too stunned to speak even if he try his mouth was open but not a word came out.

“Is this true?”, finally speaking joy in his tone. Shirley nodded in reply, “Who’s the father?”, he said at the same tone with Eric. Shirley turned around toward Eric gently holding Eric’s hand to hers and place it on her stomach, “Eric, its your child.”, she looked up with a calm tone Eric stared at her stomach then at her green eyes seeing love, happiness, and innocence in them. His face turned pale and white as if seened a ghost in sight, “Wait, What……?”, acting dumbfounded, he was hoping that it was a joke, a sick twisted joke perhaps.

“No Eric, its yours, you and only you are the father of our child.”

“But we….....

We didn’t do it.”, feeling fluster and embarrass nudging her a hint, he didn’t put his seed in her belly though she shook her head wildly. Soon the storm was beginning to stop but the thunderous storm stood hovering over them and the wet land like a blanket set on the floor.

“Eric, please your making this harder than it is.”

“But Shirley, we didn’t do it—“,she hugged him tightly seeing Eric foaming saliva outta his mouth sooner or later his eyes were gonna bulge out. Mr. Jackson didn’t seem to please of who was father, anger was rising inside him, the crowd seeing his expression reading him like an open book he either would stand there and hold his anger or just openly accept it, he was unpredictable.

“We didn’t do it!”

“Yes we did!”

“No!”, he shout back.

“We were drunk!”

“You were drunk!”, he pointed at her now the two bickering at each other trying to over roar one another.

“Thanks a lot Eric, I thought we had something special between us!”, she sneezed catching a cold after the storm. Wiping her nose with her backhand, she sniffed then looked up at the ‘soon to be the father’, “How’d you know your pregnant?”, trying to find a explanation.

“My period stopped two months ago.”, she responded as an obvious answer,

“Okay there’s dat.”, shifting his eyes sideways trying not looking directly at her.

“I can answer that question.”, a voice broke between them and the audience attention. Joseph, sitting to the nearest rock he can, sat on wiping the mud off with his sleeves showing his face with mud smear across his fair skin and his grey eyes claiming their attention ,”I’m the one who is the father, Shirley. Didn’t mean to though but Eric’s right—“

“NO! Eric’s the father Joseph, not you!” she yelled at him with disagreement .

“Shirley, you, I hell even Eric got drunk but he didn’t take you home……”

I did--- we did things that I can’t remember its a bit a blur to me.”

“OH MY GAWD!”, Eric sounded disgusted in the background. Joseph six years older than Shirley, a grape farmer plowing and collecting then turning them to either wine or juice for all ages to enjoy. Now deciding to study and becoming a priest but impregnating a fifth-teen year old girl probably won’t succeed in his dream.

Eric taking the opportunity to escape while the crowds are distracted, quietly side walking like a crab, he makes his exit, watching everybody he make sure they haven't seen him making his get-a-way escape.

“Don’t let them see me.”, he repeated quietly when he thought he could run for it he turned with a gleaming smile but he stopped. In front of him blocking his escape Mr. Jackson held his gun between Eric’s eye brows,

“Thought leaving the wedding, Demon.”, the winds began blowing again but sadly the old man had long gone lost his hair to aging. “Hands up, Maggot!”, he order but Eric refuse, “Hand up, Damnit!!”, he spat at him.

“Pa, what’re you doing!?”

“Mr. Jackson put the gun down!”, Joseph slowly and cautiously moving towards the old man calmly his hands move trying to remove the gun from his grasps.

“Joseph, I respect you, and I’m proud that you’re my future son-in-law but this…….”

But this man, a Demon. A demon spaud of the devil himself!!”, he said not looking at them though continue pointing the gun at him.

“Eric’s a demon!! I tell ya!”

“Mr. Jackson, your being delusional right now.”, Eric looked at the others circling his fingers beside his head giving them a sign of a lunatic. Still focusing on his eyes a bit a moment of utter silence, feeling the villages eyes staring at him waiting for his movement, feeling his hair on the back of his neck rise sweat streaming down his forehead. His blood running fast through his veins, hearing his heart beating loud as a drum beat loud enough, as if the others would hear it.

“Pa, are you alright?! Your blood pressure—!“

“Shaddup!!”, Pulled the trigger, the gun exploded accidentally shooting in her chest. Shirley screamed in pain and fell, Joseph manage to catch her before she hit the ground distracting the old fool a few of the men held down Mr. Jackson against the dirt, kicking his gun outta of his reach. Eric ran toward Shirley who desirably in need of a doctor but sadly the previous doctor moved on.

“Shirley! Shirley!”, he called,

“Eric……..”, her tone was weak and frail despite the pain and the blood stained dress, Shirley tried to speak but sadly blood replaced words, Joseph held on to her afraid of losing her, “Er…….ic…….”, she gurgled, Eric caught the sight of blood that was dripping down her lips the red, rich liquid escaping from her body he felt something jerk inside him, No, he thought not now, its not even the fu—, he felt another jerk, NO, he screamed inside.

While everyone assisted Shirley to a small clinic there voices not going through him not even paying attention he looked upward his eyes slowly wided to see that the clouds were clearing to view of the full moon shining over him.

“Oh God…..” , under his breath.

“ Eric are you alright?”, Joseph walking behind him with concern, his hands closing on to his shoulder.

“Don’t touch me!”, he shouted at Joseph, he stopped and stared at him, “Don’t come near me, Joseph..…”, his voice began fading. Eric, suddenly felt his chest burn he peered down at his hands seeing them tremble then slowly and painfully his fingernails extended, his fingers and then his hands followed. Eric clench himself, “It hurts.”, he growled, his breathing patterns heaving,

“Eric, Hey Eric!…”, shaking his friend trying to snap him back to reality, “Eric, talk to me damnit!”, he yelled at him.

“For the love of Gawd , Eric! Shirley is going to die if we don’t move--”. Joseph stopped by a sudden laughter, a crackling laughter coming from Eric, “Oh Joseph, you are certainly a fool long before I, arrived.”, he turned his head steadily and slowly though his eyes were hidden by his black hair with brown strics down his hair line, Joseph saw his smile but wasn’t a average smile, the smile was terrifying. An evil, mischievous smile.

Joseph could a sworn that he saw seen Eric’s fangs grew canine length-size. In the background Mr. Jackson struggle against his spouse trying to keep him, a distance away from Shirley, while they tend to her wounds,

“Let me go, my Shirley—!“

“Keep him down!”, one man wrapped his arm around his neck in a choke hold, “The old fart has some power”, the other boy fought against his right arm. Suddenly there was a scream across them they all turned to see what was all the commotion about though they say, knowing the truth would set you free guess they were wrong.

The gray dark skies let out a thunderous roar, the clouds began to drizzle as if the sky cried at the scene below him ; standing before them not man nor beast standing between 6 or 7 feet tall its clothes ripped and tatter by its large sharp claws and his legs bended back as a animals hind legs. But its face was bizarre than anything the villagers seen, the beasts face barring its teeth revealing sharp canine fangs gleaming at them, as the moon shined over the dark figure and to their shocking and horrifying on what they see before their eyes, “Oh My God….”, Mr. Jackson feeling breathless, pale and a sudden gut twisted feeling as so did the other villagers stared in horror at the sight.

But what caught their eyes was seeing a drip of blood tinkling down escaping its baring smile across its face, snarling at them.

What more frightening were its eyes, small pitch black pupils, its eye color gold yet bright enough to glow through the darkness. Face disfigure, the jaw a bit forward, ears pointed out but below him laid a figure of a corpses, “Joseph…….”

“Oh Lord, No!!”

“It’s a monster!!”

“So its true!”, the crowd began to go berserk beginning to panic at one another. The beasts golden eyes shifted down at Joseph, who was either dead nor alive barely his throat was bitten exposing the torn muscle, vain, and blood ran as a rushing river with his last breath

“E………ric you’re a—“, Horsley he gave a gasp looking up only at the figure who was no more than a beast everything resembling to Eric lost from the being inside him, the monster open its jaw wide and large showing its bare fangs that can crush a bone within Josephs body, the beast jaws closed on him, its fang darken him then nothing but darkness swept in, silent and still.

The rain turn from drizzle to mad chaos upon those below them punishing the earth with one good lighting bolt it roar blended with a cry that echoed through the plain of the helpless victims .

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Story(c)Kurokiba