Werewolf
Introduction
I never was a normal kid. There always was something different about me. I tried to not let it show, but all my efforts were for not. There were things that were classified "weird" by the "in" crowd. My unsuppressed rage; my ability to sense anything behind me or coming at me; and my lightning reflexes. I could smell a scent from a mile away and immediately distinguish what it was and where it was coming from. I couldn't suppress these senses. So I didn't. I believed they were a gift from God. That they were something to help me better the world. I tried to be like those comic book heroes that I was so fond of. Saving the damsels in distress, saving a shop owner from being robbed, doing all that I could to annihilate evil. But hey. What type of malevolence is there in my modest little Podunk town? Nothing what so ever. My adventures never got any better than dodging the junk from Mike’s sandwich (who happened to be the violent heathen god of the football team.) I had friends, yes, but none that anyone labeled “COOL” would be caught touching with a ten foot pole. Sound like a good life? Well just wait till the fun begins to happen.





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