Post by Wolf on Oct 18, 2005 14:25:07 GMT -5
This is a story I have started about a young man called Shane Falkener who is a werewolf and struggles with the beast within and tries to escape police, secret service and the labs as they all want him in connection with a series of murders he didn't commit.
The rain pounded hard across the concrete as thunder rumbled throughout the sky. Lightening lashed out, illuminating the empty road with its flickering streetlights and boarded up windows on the small houses that framed the street on either side. The houses were squat, with cracks running up the yellow walls and broken glass glistened on the ground. The grass in front of the houses was muddy and the few patches of it remaining were a horrible yellow colour that were infested with ants and various other insects. A window shutter creaked and swayed, its hinges rusty and falling to bits as the wind tugged at it mercilessly.
The rain continued to spatter against the window as Shane Falkener stared out, his grey eyes scanning over the run down street. He sighed and looked around at his shabby house, before getting up off of the dusty armchair. Sneezing loudly he made his way through the small room into a narrow hallway filled with paintings he had done himself of various animals and trees. They weren't much but he made a decent living out of them and wasn't about to complain considering he had a roof over his head for now. He grimaced at the thought of another visit from the horrible rent Woman, who seemed to get a kick out of making his miserable life even more miserable and was putting interest on the price of the rent because he had been sarcastic to her. Well, Thought Shane to himself, I'll have to get the money somehow... He shook the thought from his mind and entered the small kitchen, which consisted of a tiny sink, a table and chair and a microwave in the corner on one of the counters. He pulled out the chair and sat down heavily upon it, drumming his fingers upon it and listening to the rain as it splattered off of the roof beating like a heart. Shane reached into the pocket of the faded, ripped jeans he was wearing and pulled out a suprisingly good conditioned watch. 9:54 He read to himself and realized it was getting quite late, though it was hard to tell from the weather which darkened the surroundings considerably. He looked up at the lightbulb which hung from a cord and smiled to himself as he wondered what his mother would say if she could see him now. His smile faded. Mum is gone He thought sadly, and pounded his fist upon the table, She's dead like the others He gritted his teeth as the next chilling words echoed coldly in his head, Except you, they're dead because of you... " No! " Shane cried and covered his ears with his hands, eyes shut tightly. He rocked slowly back and forth, knees hugged into his chest as the horrific moment replayed in his head over and over again, seeming to pause just when the beast tore his family apart....
The rain pounded hard across the concrete as thunder rumbled throughout the sky. Lightening lashed out, illuminating the empty road with its flickering streetlights and boarded up windows on the small houses that framed the street on either side. The houses were squat, with cracks running up the yellow walls and broken glass glistened on the ground. The grass in front of the houses was muddy and the few patches of it remaining were a horrible yellow colour that were infested with ants and various other insects. A window shutter creaked and swayed, its hinges rusty and falling to bits as the wind tugged at it mercilessly.
The rain continued to spatter against the window as Shane Falkener stared out, his grey eyes scanning over the run down street. He sighed and looked around at his shabby house, before getting up off of the dusty armchair. Sneezing loudly he made his way through the small room into a narrow hallway filled with paintings he had done himself of various animals and trees. They weren't much but he made a decent living out of them and wasn't about to complain considering he had a roof over his head for now. He grimaced at the thought of another visit from the horrible rent Woman, who seemed to get a kick out of making his miserable life even more miserable and was putting interest on the price of the rent because he had been sarcastic to her. Well, Thought Shane to himself, I'll have to get the money somehow... He shook the thought from his mind and entered the small kitchen, which consisted of a tiny sink, a table and chair and a microwave in the corner on one of the counters. He pulled out the chair and sat down heavily upon it, drumming his fingers upon it and listening to the rain as it splattered off of the roof beating like a heart. Shane reached into the pocket of the faded, ripped jeans he was wearing and pulled out a suprisingly good conditioned watch. 9:54 He read to himself and realized it was getting quite late, though it was hard to tell from the weather which darkened the surroundings considerably. He looked up at the lightbulb which hung from a cord and smiled to himself as he wondered what his mother would say if she could see him now. His smile faded. Mum is gone He thought sadly, and pounded his fist upon the table, She's dead like the others He gritted his teeth as the next chilling words echoed coldly in his head, Except you, they're dead because of you... " No! " Shane cried and covered his ears with his hands, eyes shut tightly. He rocked slowly back and forth, knees hugged into his chest as the horrific moment replayed in his head over and over again, seeming to pause just when the beast tore his family apart....
