Post by Wolf on Dec 29, 2006 15:11:14 GMT -5
Great Title...NOT! Just writing, don't know if I'll continue but if I was to it wouldn't be the start of the story. I prefer just getting to the good part...Here it is anyway about a werewolf...no Duh 
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Robert pulled the collar of his black jacket up around his neck and sighed as he trudged along the rain-spattered streets. Ignoring the heavy rain falling in icy sheets around him, he walked, kicking a stray, wet newspaper with his converse shoe and looked out at the road beside him. It was empty apart from a few parked cars, tightly locked and innards protected from the rain, hulking machines dead in the stormy evening. Wondering if it was some sort of omen to the coming night, Robert looked up at the sky, blinking the rain out of his eyes as it hit his face and dripped down his collar at the front. The clouds heralded nothing, except fluffy blackness and the man stopped outside of a café, arms folded as he peered in the large bright window.
A single girl in an apron was cleaning the tables and balancing empty plates in her free hand, barely keeping them aloft as she sped around the last few customers. She received a miniscule tip from a man who looked as if he had more money on him than papers in his broad suitcase, which lay open to one side and darted away with the money. A voice hollered in the back somewhere as the girl laid the plates on the clean counter and it faded away as she shouted back. With a frown, the girl turned to look out of the window into the gloomy background and was taken aback, when she saw a man staring back in. Thankful he wasn’t staring at her, she turned her eyes, following his train of sight, which rested upon a gruff looking man in the back corner of the café. Wondering why he was staring at him, she looked back to the man and saw he had gone, almost as suddenly as he had been there. Its probably the weather, the girl thought, smiling slightly. The weather did funny things to one’s mind, especially on nights like this one, she mused and as if in answer, rain lashed against the window, blurring the outside world.
Brown eyes slanted against the wind, Robert stood just around the corner from the café, thoughts gathering themselves again. He knew the girl had seen him and also that she had followed his line of vision. Questions would follow for sure and he wondered if it would be better to get rid of the girl. This thought was blotted out soon after as he shivered from the icy air, knowing he’d probably catch a cold if he hung around for too long. It was a rather idiotic thought anyway and one side of him couldn’t agree more, almost craving to kill…again. But Robert was more careful now that the media had gathered information from the crime scene and broadcasted it around the whole country. People were cautious around strangers and even more so around him. Why shouldn’t they be? He wore dark clothes, tended to stay alone and appeared then disappeared. It probably didn’t help that he looked sick or mentally ill half the time. Certain things took their toll on him and he guessed he could try and make himself more presentable, but where was the point? Shivering again, Robert wrapped the jacket tighter around himself and looked down, keen eyesight spying a dark patch on the sleeve. He sniffed the damp air and realised it was blood. Okay so maybe he wasn’t that careful, but there was always room for improvement and with each mistake made, he could only get better at his job. Turning down an alley, Robert looked to make sure no one else was around or looking and pulled the jacket off casually, shivering again as the rain hit his jumper and soaked through.
Dumping the jacket in a heap on the wet ground, Robert stalked out of the alleyway, looking around again to make sure no one had seen him. Satisfied with the empty streets, he was about to walk back down the wet street, but paused when a bell jangled to his right. Eyes scanning for the trigger of the noise, he spotted the girl exiting the café with a small jacket tucked around her. He saw her open an umbrella and marvelled at some people’s lack of observation. If he had been anything extremely dangerous, she’d have been dead by now. It was an ironic thought really as he knew he was considered dangerous in some towns by the locals. Robert watched her begin to walk towards him and wondered if the earlier thought was going to kick in. It did. He fought it off, heart racing, knowing it was not the best time at all. Heck he didn’t have anything against the girl apart from the fact that she was a tad nosy. It was usual though for humans to be interfering and curious. Robert tried to remind himself of that fact, but the thought became more vivid and seemed more acceptable. He stepped backwards into the alley and could faintly smell the blood from the jacket, spurring the thought on and desire became unbearable. Aware that the girl still couldn’t see him, for the simple fact that she was busy trying to protect herself from the rain, Robert stepped towards her, desire clenching painfully in his chest. His heart was racing and he felt a sickening twist in his gut. Oh no! Eyes suddenly wide, Robert off balanced and leant against the wall, pain tightening in his chest. This wasn’t desire to kill, it was the beginnings of a design into something built to kill and he was terrified of it. Unsure of how the hell it was even happening, Robert hugged himself, rain spattering his damp clothes and muddling his senses.
Shifting her umbrella slightly, the girl looked up through the rain and saw the same man at the window, against the wall, looking severely unwell. She stepped towards him and paused, unsure of what to do, knowing from television and newspapers that some killers pretended to be hurt. Not saying he was a killer but the girl was clever and had been brought up well. Knowing she could use the umbrella as a potential weapon she grasped it tighter in her left hand and stepped forwards again, watching as the man looked hazily up at her and his eyes widened, pupils small and pale. Stopping again, the girl wondered if he’d taken drugs and overdosed and ventured to ask.
“Are you ok?” Her voice quavered a bit as the man retched and staggered backwards, bent over, wet hair sticking to his face and pale features drawn in pain. She looked around for any form of help but no one was out in the bad weather. The girl couldn’t just leave the man the way he was no matter if he did seem strange, so she reached out to him, shocked when he staggered away from her and withdrew her hand.
Robert gazed blankly at the world around him, rain dripping down his face and off his clothes as he sank to his knees, pain thumping in his skull and stabbing his body, brought on by an unnatural trigger. His body seemed almost confused and Robert clenched his teeth, consciousness beginning to fade as he saw the blurry outline of the girl. His jaw clenching, he fell onto his back in the rain and blackness began to dull his vision. This shouldn’t be happening, a voice screamed in the back of Roberts mind but he was too pain ridden to understand and it only hurt more.
The girl felt a scream rising in her throat as the man fell onto the ground and began writhing around as if having a fit. She then screamed as she realised that the man could die and she was there to witness it, before something heavy landed on her shoulder, then wrapped around her mouth. She kicked out behind her and was pushed against the wall, where she fell onto her knees, scraping her hands on the concrete. Looking fearfully up, she saw the same man that had been sitting at the back of the café, stare down at her with cold eyes.
“Go,” He ordered before turning his attention to the writhing man. Uncaring whether the girl went or not, the large man, stepped towards Robert, boots slashing puddle water out of the way. He pulled something out of his coat and studied the other man momentarily before pointing it downwards.
The girl ran out of the alleyway, umbrella forgotten and pounded down the path, stumbling over a stone and heart racing, she continued on. Fright tore through her when a loud bang sounded, echoing for what seemed forever through her mind as she realised that could have been her back there in the alleyway. Crying, the girl kept running until she crashed into another person carrying shopping bags. Bruised and hands bloody, she was led away by the shopper, shivering more so from fright than coldness.
A body lay in the rain, bullet wound to the chest, still bleeding and diluting in the puddles surrounding. The dark hair was matted and a bullet casing lay not too far off, feet away from a screwed up jacket. The body was quickly cooling in the cold weather and the ink skies seemed impossibly blacker as if the heavens knew of the foul murder and mourned.
Heavy boots trudged along the pavement, gun hidden from view once again and a great weight lifted that his job had been done. He’d shot the creature, killed it with one blow to the chest, though he did feel slightly sorry for the girl. Not him being rough with her but the fact that she had to see the beginnings of a change. He was experienced in the thing, had even read books for hours on end, was halfway through writing a journal on the minds of monsters but now was baffled at why the man had began to change without the effect of a full moon. That was why he was now carrying Robert in his arms. The other man he’d shot dead had been a stray creature, come to see what all the hustle was about and had tried to attack him. Of course, he was employed to shoot the animals and stop them infecting others, so why now was he going to save this one? He looked down at Robert, disgust appearing on his face for the creature, which lurked beneath his skin, but the man was unconscious and had stopped writhing. At least it made it easier to carry him and was liable to draw less attention to him. Though he mused, slanting his eyes through the weather, no one would be out in the stormy weather anyway.
Turning a corner and speeding up, huge arms slowly tiring from carrying the man, he reached a pickup truck, parked haphazardly at the side of the road. Awkwardly shifting Robert over one shoulder, the man fumbled in his trench coat pocket for a set of keys.
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Robert pulled the collar of his black jacket up around his neck and sighed as he trudged along the rain-spattered streets. Ignoring the heavy rain falling in icy sheets around him, he walked, kicking a stray, wet newspaper with his converse shoe and looked out at the road beside him. It was empty apart from a few parked cars, tightly locked and innards protected from the rain, hulking machines dead in the stormy evening. Wondering if it was some sort of omen to the coming night, Robert looked up at the sky, blinking the rain out of his eyes as it hit his face and dripped down his collar at the front. The clouds heralded nothing, except fluffy blackness and the man stopped outside of a café, arms folded as he peered in the large bright window.
A single girl in an apron was cleaning the tables and balancing empty plates in her free hand, barely keeping them aloft as she sped around the last few customers. She received a miniscule tip from a man who looked as if he had more money on him than papers in his broad suitcase, which lay open to one side and darted away with the money. A voice hollered in the back somewhere as the girl laid the plates on the clean counter and it faded away as she shouted back. With a frown, the girl turned to look out of the window into the gloomy background and was taken aback, when she saw a man staring back in. Thankful he wasn’t staring at her, she turned her eyes, following his train of sight, which rested upon a gruff looking man in the back corner of the café. Wondering why he was staring at him, she looked back to the man and saw he had gone, almost as suddenly as he had been there. Its probably the weather, the girl thought, smiling slightly. The weather did funny things to one’s mind, especially on nights like this one, she mused and as if in answer, rain lashed against the window, blurring the outside world.
Brown eyes slanted against the wind, Robert stood just around the corner from the café, thoughts gathering themselves again. He knew the girl had seen him and also that she had followed his line of vision. Questions would follow for sure and he wondered if it would be better to get rid of the girl. This thought was blotted out soon after as he shivered from the icy air, knowing he’d probably catch a cold if he hung around for too long. It was a rather idiotic thought anyway and one side of him couldn’t agree more, almost craving to kill…again. But Robert was more careful now that the media had gathered information from the crime scene and broadcasted it around the whole country. People were cautious around strangers and even more so around him. Why shouldn’t they be? He wore dark clothes, tended to stay alone and appeared then disappeared. It probably didn’t help that he looked sick or mentally ill half the time. Certain things took their toll on him and he guessed he could try and make himself more presentable, but where was the point? Shivering again, Robert wrapped the jacket tighter around himself and looked down, keen eyesight spying a dark patch on the sleeve. He sniffed the damp air and realised it was blood. Okay so maybe he wasn’t that careful, but there was always room for improvement and with each mistake made, he could only get better at his job. Turning down an alley, Robert looked to make sure no one else was around or looking and pulled the jacket off casually, shivering again as the rain hit his jumper and soaked through.
Dumping the jacket in a heap on the wet ground, Robert stalked out of the alleyway, looking around again to make sure no one had seen him. Satisfied with the empty streets, he was about to walk back down the wet street, but paused when a bell jangled to his right. Eyes scanning for the trigger of the noise, he spotted the girl exiting the café with a small jacket tucked around her. He saw her open an umbrella and marvelled at some people’s lack of observation. If he had been anything extremely dangerous, she’d have been dead by now. It was an ironic thought really as he knew he was considered dangerous in some towns by the locals. Robert watched her begin to walk towards him and wondered if the earlier thought was going to kick in. It did. He fought it off, heart racing, knowing it was not the best time at all. Heck he didn’t have anything against the girl apart from the fact that she was a tad nosy. It was usual though for humans to be interfering and curious. Robert tried to remind himself of that fact, but the thought became more vivid and seemed more acceptable. He stepped backwards into the alley and could faintly smell the blood from the jacket, spurring the thought on and desire became unbearable. Aware that the girl still couldn’t see him, for the simple fact that she was busy trying to protect herself from the rain, Robert stepped towards her, desire clenching painfully in his chest. His heart was racing and he felt a sickening twist in his gut. Oh no! Eyes suddenly wide, Robert off balanced and leant against the wall, pain tightening in his chest. This wasn’t desire to kill, it was the beginnings of a design into something built to kill and he was terrified of it. Unsure of how the hell it was even happening, Robert hugged himself, rain spattering his damp clothes and muddling his senses.
Shifting her umbrella slightly, the girl looked up through the rain and saw the same man at the window, against the wall, looking severely unwell. She stepped towards him and paused, unsure of what to do, knowing from television and newspapers that some killers pretended to be hurt. Not saying he was a killer but the girl was clever and had been brought up well. Knowing she could use the umbrella as a potential weapon she grasped it tighter in her left hand and stepped forwards again, watching as the man looked hazily up at her and his eyes widened, pupils small and pale. Stopping again, the girl wondered if he’d taken drugs and overdosed and ventured to ask.
“Are you ok?” Her voice quavered a bit as the man retched and staggered backwards, bent over, wet hair sticking to his face and pale features drawn in pain. She looked around for any form of help but no one was out in the bad weather. The girl couldn’t just leave the man the way he was no matter if he did seem strange, so she reached out to him, shocked when he staggered away from her and withdrew her hand.
Robert gazed blankly at the world around him, rain dripping down his face and off his clothes as he sank to his knees, pain thumping in his skull and stabbing his body, brought on by an unnatural trigger. His body seemed almost confused and Robert clenched his teeth, consciousness beginning to fade as he saw the blurry outline of the girl. His jaw clenching, he fell onto his back in the rain and blackness began to dull his vision. This shouldn’t be happening, a voice screamed in the back of Roberts mind but he was too pain ridden to understand and it only hurt more.
The girl felt a scream rising in her throat as the man fell onto the ground and began writhing around as if having a fit. She then screamed as she realised that the man could die and she was there to witness it, before something heavy landed on her shoulder, then wrapped around her mouth. She kicked out behind her and was pushed against the wall, where she fell onto her knees, scraping her hands on the concrete. Looking fearfully up, she saw the same man that had been sitting at the back of the café, stare down at her with cold eyes.
“Go,” He ordered before turning his attention to the writhing man. Uncaring whether the girl went or not, the large man, stepped towards Robert, boots slashing puddle water out of the way. He pulled something out of his coat and studied the other man momentarily before pointing it downwards.
The girl ran out of the alleyway, umbrella forgotten and pounded down the path, stumbling over a stone and heart racing, she continued on. Fright tore through her when a loud bang sounded, echoing for what seemed forever through her mind as she realised that could have been her back there in the alleyway. Crying, the girl kept running until she crashed into another person carrying shopping bags. Bruised and hands bloody, she was led away by the shopper, shivering more so from fright than coldness.
A body lay in the rain, bullet wound to the chest, still bleeding and diluting in the puddles surrounding. The dark hair was matted and a bullet casing lay not too far off, feet away from a screwed up jacket. The body was quickly cooling in the cold weather and the ink skies seemed impossibly blacker as if the heavens knew of the foul murder and mourned.
Heavy boots trudged along the pavement, gun hidden from view once again and a great weight lifted that his job had been done. He’d shot the creature, killed it with one blow to the chest, though he did feel slightly sorry for the girl. Not him being rough with her but the fact that she had to see the beginnings of a change. He was experienced in the thing, had even read books for hours on end, was halfway through writing a journal on the minds of monsters but now was baffled at why the man had began to change without the effect of a full moon. That was why he was now carrying Robert in his arms. The other man he’d shot dead had been a stray creature, come to see what all the hustle was about and had tried to attack him. Of course, he was employed to shoot the animals and stop them infecting others, so why now was he going to save this one? He looked down at Robert, disgust appearing on his face for the creature, which lurked beneath his skin, but the man was unconscious and had stopped writhing. At least it made it easier to carry him and was liable to draw less attention to him. Though he mused, slanting his eyes through the weather, no one would be out in the stormy weather anyway.
Turning a corner and speeding up, huge arms slowly tiring from carrying the man, he reached a pickup truck, parked haphazardly at the side of the road. Awkwardly shifting Robert over one shoulder, the man fumbled in his trench coat pocket for a set of keys.
