Men, Wolves, and CoffeeMature

I'm still working out the story, where I want this to go, etc., so I dunno what to put for the summary. It's pretty much chapters centering around the actions of a werewolf and those around him.

"You know what, I can't explain what it's like to go crazy or to be crazy.  Being crazy is just being myself."   ~Unknown

Prologue

"Dude, keep moving!"

Two men were running along the abandoned roads of the condemned section of the old downtown center of Blackburn City.  The howls of what sounded like a  large animal rang through the night, echoing among the ruined buildings that stood as silent watchers of what was transpiring.  As if conspiring against them, one of the men tripped over a loose chunk of concrete, pulling the other down as he grabbed out for something to keep himself standing.

"Oh shit! Shit, Tommy, why the hell did you do that?!"

"It's not my fault!" Tommy exclaimed, sounding more frightened than pissed as they both helped each other to their feet.  " Doesn't matter, we just gotta get to the police!  Keep running, Jack!  Just keep running!"

They had already begun running again when suddenly, the night air was quiet.  Uncertainty settled in, causing the men to slow down slightly.

"Is it gone?  Or is it just somewhere else?"
"Shit I don't know, Jack," said Tommy, "but I do know that we gotta keep moving or..."
"Shh..." said Jack, shushing his companion.  "Do you hear that?

Nearly inaudible at first, the sound grew louder and louder, as if getting closer.  It was coming from in front of them.

"What the hell..." Tommy breathed, as the first words of what seemed like a song reached his ears.

I had me a wife, I had me some daughters.
I tried so hard, I never knew still waters.
Nothing to eat and nothing to drink.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.

Well, I'm a thinkin' and thinkin, till there's nothin' I ain't thunk.
Breathin' in the stink, till finally I stunk.
It was at that time, I swear I lost my mind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind...

A man came into view then.  It was too dark for them to see anything specific about the man, but he walked as though he had all the time in the world, singing while he snapped his fingers in tune with the beat like it was the happiest damn song he'd ever heard.  They could almost hear the smile in his voice.

"Hello, gentlemen..." the man said, seemingly unsurprised at their presence.  "Are you two quite alright? I swear I heard a beast of some sort earlier..."

Dumbstruck, the two began to stumble over each other's words, explaining how they'd been in the nearby woods on the outer limits of the city, and how they thought they were being followed by something, and when they began running that's when they heard the creature chasing after them.

The man chuckled at their behavior.  He didn't seem concerned at the slightest.  His calm demeanor, coupled with the newly found peace of the evening air, helped to calm their nerves a bit.

"Forgive me, but it doesn't seem like you're being followed now.  You two sure you weren't imagining some bump in the night?  Maybe it was a lost dog even?"

"It wasn't no damn dog, sir," Tommy spoke up, spitting on the ground as he said the word dog.  "It was a lot bigger than some mutt.  And it was chasing me and my friend here.  We thought we were gonna get mauled like in those nature attack shows..."

"Well, maybe it didn't feel comfortable in the city area here, so it turned around and fled back to the woods?" the stranger suggested.  He had been walking closer and closer ever since he had first spoken to them.  As he finally entered the light of a lone streetlamp,  they could see he was dressed all in black.  His hair was of medium length, just covering the nape of his neck and parted to either side in the front.  The man had a warm, engaging smile, and for a moment the two men felt safer than they had all night.

It was when the stranger was a few feet away that they noticed anything odd.  Like how his nails seemed to be short, black claws... or how his canine teeth seemed to protrude over his lower lip slightly... or even that the man had amber colored eyes, and even then they seemed to stare at them as if they were nothing more than just prey.

"Dude, what the f-" was all Tommy got out as his throat was quickly ripped open in one swipe of the stranger's right hand.  Jack took off at a dead run in the opposite direction, but he didn't gain much ground before he felt the tendons in his right ankle being torn apart by something.  Looking down at his wound, he could see a knife protruding halfway through it.

Going into shock, Jack began to deny everything that had happened.  He was still in his apartment, deciding whether he was gonna deal the rest of his weed, or smoke his own hidden stash.  He was going to go out into town with his buddies, as always, and hit on the local waitresses to give them a hard time.  He was... he was...

As the stranger stood above him, he heard humming.  He was going to die.

"It was fun, tonight.  I really do appreciate it, but it's late now.  I must excuse myself, I'm afraid.  I really am sorry that we have to cut our time together so short..."

"W-what... what are you?" Jack whispered, a tear sliding down his face out of terror.

"...What am I?  I do get tired of that question... but still, I do suppose you should know," the stranger said, as if talking with himself on what he should say.  "Well, I suppose I should start with how I chased you and your friend out of my corner of the woods there, and how you were both being such asses by dumping your garbage there the past week or so.  I tried to be tolerant of you humans, like I always am, but after your fourth party I began to make plans to exterminate the pests that had begun to make themselves at home."

"We never even saw you until now..." Jack interrupted, which seemed to irritate the man.  Still the stranger never lost his smile, or his calm attitude.

"Well, my boy," he said, twisting the knife in Jack's ankle slightly and continuing to talk despite the screams of pain, "I am what you might call a shapeshifter.  More specifically, you could call me a werewolf.  I can change my form from wolf, to man, to wolf again.  However, I usually stay away from you fleshy meatbags, but tonight was just the last straw.  It's a good thing I planned ahead for your arrival, otherwise I might have been somewhat more... naked in our lovely chat together.  But I'm afraid you've begun to bore me, so I'm going to have to take my leave of you."

The stranger didn't wait to hear the cry of protest as he swiped a claw across his throat.  Licking the fresh blood from his claws, he laughed, satisfied that justice had been done.  Even if it was just his own personal justice.

"I forgot how much fun this was..." he said, peering up at the moon.  "Well, time for dinner now..."

The End

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