This is a new short story series I've been working on. I wanted to have it out by Tri-Con, but things always to seem to take longer than I think or hope they do. This is NOT the final version, but it is pretty close minus any typos or a few tweaks here and there. Thanks for reading!
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Lynn swore she would never come
back to Alaska. She hated this
place. The cold, it got to her. She had spent the last eleven years where the
weather shifted. She got used to
semi-normal seasons. Her dad would have
taken the term 'normal' personally. He
loved Alaska. He was heartbroken when
she left to live her own life. She
couldn't stay forever, she told him. She
didn't think that would be the last time she saw him. She couldn’t have known.
The storm was getting pretty
bad. These rural roads were hell on a
good day, but this was not a good day… well, night at this point. She just wanted to get to her dad's
cabin. He left it to her in his
will. It was the only thing he left her. Lynn's brother got everything else. Of course he did. He never left. He was perfect and everyone in the family
just loved him. Her, not so much.
Lynn needed to be alone. After what happened in New York. After what Allun did, she just needed to be
away from everyone. Just for a while. She started to cry again, "Goddamn
it," she said out loud, "You're not going to let him hurt you
anymore," she wiped the moisture from her cheeks.
She was having a hard enough time
seeing without crying her eyes out. The
snow was really picking up. She slowed
down below twenty miles an hour. Her
headlights could barely cut through the white static in front of her.
THUD! She heard it.
She felt it. She had hit
something with her car. Oh my god, she
thought. Did she hit a person? Surely not.
Who the hell would be out in this blizzard? No, she thought. Lynn exited her car. Snow and ice hit her in the face with a dozen
little stings. She pushed her way
through the blistering wind and sleet.
The figure on the ground looked
like a person, "Oh shit. No, no,
no," she said frantically, "Mister?" she could tell it was a man
as she crept closer," she noticed he was breathing. She felt a bit relieved, but he could still
be really injured.
She noticed something else as she
was right on top of him. The man was
naked. Completely buck-ass naked,
"The hell?" she bent down to check his pulse. He wasn't going to last long like this, she
thought. Why the hell is he naked? Maybe this is like a mob hit or
something. Alaska-style. Throw someone out in a blizzard and let them
freeze. That's silly, she dismissed the
idea. It didn't matter. She needed to get him back in the car. She
needed to get him to a hospital.
The man's eyes sprung open. The man leapt up onto his feet. The naked man grabbed Lynn and slammed her
against the car. He was so strong,
"What the hell happened? Who are
you?" he shook his head. He tried
to clear his head from the car impact, "Did you hit me with your goddamn
car?"
"It was an accident. I couldn't see. Are you okay?" she
squeaked out. She was scared for a
totally new reason now. This guy was
crazy. She tried to wriggle out of his
grasp, but his hands acted like vice grips.
Not just for a naked skinny guy in the middle of a blizzard, but strong
for any person. She couldn’t budge an
inch.
The man let go of her and grabbed
his head, "It's too late," he whipped his head around. His eyes were bright yellow, "I put it
off for too long. I can't control
it," Lynn heard bones cracking in the man's body as he screamed in pain,
"Guess you'll have to do lady," he gave her a sinister stare as his
incisors grew a few inches in front of her eyes. Blood started pour out of the man's mouth as
the bones and muscles in his body shifted in a grotesque manner. His grin split the side of his cheek as he
let out an inhuman shriek. A distorted howl.
Lynn ran to her driver's side
door. The contorted, naked man was
distracted as he... whatever was happening to him. She put her foot on the accelerator as hard
as she could, but only spun out. She
forgot what it was like to drive in real snow.
She gently put her foot down and she got traction. Lynn went around the man as she swore she saw
his head was stretching. Every inch of
change audibly fractured his bones and ripped at his tendons. His teeth were sharp and jagged. Those yellow eyes burned through her with
insatiable hunger.
Whatever the hell was going on,
Lynn was getting out of here. She was
well on her way. Suddenly she felt
another impact. This time on the back of
her car. Like something had slashed her
back left tire. She spun 180
degrees. Lynn had no control and just
held on. She closed her eyes until she
heard the clatter of shattered glass and denting metal. Lynn swore she was
screaming, but it didn’t seem to rise above the chaotic crashing around her.
Lynn felt blood flow down her
face. Some of the glass hit her like a
shotgun blast. Lynn saw that the
passenger side had hit a tree. She shook
the dizziness from her head. She needed
to get the hell out of here. She reached
for the door with her bleeding hand. Blood
smeared on the handle as she fumbled the door open.
Lynn saw her back tire as she fell
into the snow, still off balance from the impact. It had been ripped open. Were those claw marks? She looked around. The snow was coming down even harder, but she
somehow could feel that the contorted man could still be after her.
Her father's cabin couldn't be more
than half a mile east into the woods.
She could make it. She knew
it. Lynn put one foot in front of the
other. She wrapped herself in the only
blanket she had and headed into the white nothingness.
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Lynn was running now. As fast as her legs could propel her through
the snowstorm. She knew these woods well
enough. She spent a lot of time here as
a kid, but a lot had changed. She just
needed to keep running. Lynn reached
into her pocket for her cell phone. She
hadn't even thought about calling someone.
No one was going to be able to get to her soon, but it was worth a shot. She kept looking up at the path in front of
her. She did not want to run face first
into a tree. Lynn looked at her cracked
screen. It must had been damaged in the
crash. She hoped it would still work.
Lynn brushed her red hair out of
her face as she dialed 911. There was a
voice on the other end, "Hello," Lynn tried to yell over the wind,
"I'm near Elk Clearing, there's been an accident," she couldn't hear
the person on the other end. It wasn't
likely they could hear her, "Shit!" whether it was the wind or the
damage to the phone, help wasn’t coming.
Lynn shoved her slightly damaged
phone into her coat. She realized that
drunk asshole said he was going to be at Elk Clearing, "No," she
said. It was worth a shot. The guy might have a gun. If that naked... thing was still after her,
then a gun would come in really handy.
Lynn made a slight detour to the
right. She trudged through the
two-foot-deep snow. The crunching of the
already freezing snow was all she could hear for a moment. She focused on pushing her way to Elk’s
Clearing. It was the only thing that
mattered.
That's when she heard
snarling. Through the howling wind, she
heard an animal growling. Lynn spun around
to see those yellow eyes. Even through
the swirling dots of white, she could see those eyes. It was all she could see as she quickly turned
around to sprint toward that clearing.
Lynn tripped over a downed tree as
she stumbled through the woods into the clearing. The snow was actually starting to let
up. She could hear herself think for a
moment. She shook the snow off of her
head as she heard a voice further into the clearing.
"The bloody hell?" the voice
called out. The man's accent was
distinctively British, "What are you doing here?"
She made out the man's face,
"The asshole from the bar?" it was indeed the man from the bar, but
he wasn't disheveled and drunk. He was
in an insulated trench coat with a sock hat wrapped around his head and
ears. She shook off the disbelief and
just rolled with it, "You were going to go hunting! You have a gun, right? There's a vampire or something chasing
me."
"No,
love," the man said, "Not a vampire," he saw the yellow eyes
peeking through the tree line. They were
at least seven feet off of the ground. A
white fur-covered hand grabbed the tree next to it as a massive creature
stepped out from the forest. Black claws scratched into the bark. The deep trails were carved into the wood with
almost no effort. Its foot wasn’t flat
like a person’s but arched up, like an animal. Unlike an animal, it was
standing up straight on two feet.
The man smirked,
"That... is a werewolf."
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The British man pulled a silver
sawed off shotgun out of his dark blue trench coat. The single barrel wasn’t rounded like a
normal shotgun, but cut into a point on the top of the barrel. He pumped the weapon one time as he walked
toward the over seven-foot werewolf that had revealed itself.
It snarled as it carefully analyzed
its two prey. One was utterly
defenseless and not worth one ounce of worry.
The other it seemed to know from somewhere. It may have just know his kind. Armed and formidable. Clever and dangerous.
Lynn was beyond frightened. She couldn’t scream. She froze in both absolute terror and due to
the fact she was literally freezing while sitting in the thick snow. She just watched the two figures squaring off
in front of each other. Both of them
used an equal amount of caution. Neither
made a move for more than a few seconds.
The Britain stepped to the side
while keeping his pointy shotgun aimed right at the creature, “So, you got my
invitation. It had been said that part
of you remembers what happens when you’re a wolf,” the monster just deeply
growled at him, but kept its distance, “Now you realize that when I ‘drunkenly’
and purposely brayed that I was going hunting; I meant I was hunting you. You just walked into a trap. You.
Not the other way around,” the wolf actually looked angry as the man
taunted it, “Now you don’t have the smarts to fully understand how screwed you
actually are. Do you, Fido?”
The werewolf called out with a rage
that surprised Lynn. Was this thing
still a person, she wondered, on the inside that is? Lynn crawled backward as the white monster
couldn’t hold itself back anymore. The
wolf ran at the Englishman on all fours, instead on two feet as it had been
using this whole time. The wolf had
indeed taken over.
That’s when a metallic snapping
sound cut through the blustery wind. A red spray of liquid jutted into the air.
The wolf rolled around as it lost
footing. It yelped like an injured
dog. Blood could be seen in the white
snow. The man casually walked up to the
creature. Its leg had been caught in a
silver, shiny bear trap. The snapped
shut apparatus almost cut the thing’s leg off.
A burning scent accompanied smoke in the air. The silver was burning through the wolf’s
leg. The monster clawed at the trap, but
only succeeded in burning its paws.
The man strolled along through the
snow, “All it took was a little ridicule,” he aimed at the wolf’s face, “And
you lost yourself to the animal,” he pulled the trigger. The monster’s face basically disintegrated in
a blitz of blood, fur and bone. Its
snout was gone. Those yellow eyes burst
like grapes. The faceless werewolf fell forward
into the snow. Blood spread out onto the
snow and quickly froze.
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