Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2017 7:38:43 GMT -7
It was a blistering cold December night. Aaron would never forget that.
He was on his way home from visiting a friend down the street. He should've known something was wrong when he saw all the lights of his home turned off at seven. His mother never went to bed before nine, and despite their astronomical electricity bill, every light in the house would stay on until she did. Rushing forward, Aaron tried at the lock on the front door. The door gave way easily and Aaron ran inside. A thick, cloying smell hung over the house, a smell that made him gag.
"M-mum?" he called out hesitantly. He heard a shuffling from somewhere in the kitchen and immediately, despite all of his instincts screaming to run away, went to the room. He flicked on the light switch and was met with a terrible sight. A large, wolf-like creature was hovering over a body on the floor. The body was, of course, Aaron's mother. And she was covered in blood, the smell he noticed earlier.
"Get the hell away from my mother!" Aaron screamed. Instincts be damned, he charged at the beast, pummeling the creature with his fists. The creature, a werewolf,
he would find out later, roared at him and flung him away. Abandoning his mother's body, which was long since dead, the werewolf rounded on Aaron, but he was ready.
He swung his foot at the werewolf and kicked it in the snout. This, of course, just made it angry. It lunged at Aaron, and he felt its thick yellow teeth close around his throat. He beat at the werewolf, trying to dislodge himself, but he felt his arms growing steadily weaker as they were coated in the blood gushing from his throat.
"Leave...her....alone," he uttered, spitting blood in the werewolf's eyes. Then the world went black.
He was on his way home from visiting a friend down the street. He should've known something was wrong when he saw all the lights of his home turned off at seven. His mother never went to bed before nine, and despite their astronomical electricity bill, every light in the house would stay on until she did. Rushing forward, Aaron tried at the lock on the front door. The door gave way easily and Aaron ran inside. A thick, cloying smell hung over the house, a smell that made him gag.
"M-mum?" he called out hesitantly. He heard a shuffling from somewhere in the kitchen and immediately, despite all of his instincts screaming to run away, went to the room. He flicked on the light switch and was met with a terrible sight. A large, wolf-like creature was hovering over a body on the floor. The body was, of course, Aaron's mother. And she was covered in blood, the smell he noticed earlier.
"Get the hell away from my mother!" Aaron screamed. Instincts be damned, he charged at the beast, pummeling the creature with his fists. The creature, a werewolf,
he would find out later, roared at him and flung him away. Abandoning his mother's body, which was long since dead, the werewolf rounded on Aaron, but he was ready.
He swung his foot at the werewolf and kicked it in the snout. This, of course, just made it angry. It lunged at Aaron, and he felt its thick yellow teeth close around his throat. He beat at the werewolf, trying to dislodge himself, but he felt his arms growing steadily weaker as they were coated in the blood gushing from his throat.
"Leave...her....alone," he uttered, spitting blood in the werewolf's eyes. Then the world went black.
