Great beginning.  I'm hooked.

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Jack and Sally rushed up the road to the source of the matter, dodging the few people still making their escape.  As they crossed over a set of crashed cars, a large bay window on the front of the house exploded as a woman hurled outward over the porch from inside.  She landed on the lawn, moaning horribly before losing consciousness.  As if the events hadn't already made the situation clear to Jack, an all-too-familiar howl bellowed from within the darkened hole that now served as the facade to 113 Saratoga Street.

“Sh*t,� Jack said, “He's changed.�

“Ya think,� Sally said, rushing to check the woman in the yard.

Jack pulled a long-barreled pistol from his jacket and prepared it for use. 

“How is she?� he said, beginning his walk toward the house.

“She'll live,â€� Sally replied, rolling the lady on her side before standing to join Jack.  She eyed the firearm he held suspiciously.  “You bring a gun to all children's birthday parties?â€�

“It's a tranquilizer,â€� Jack said, moving up onto the porch, “Never can be too careful.  Three or four shots should do it.â€�

Jack peered into the shattered window, but saw nothing inside.  The lights over the dining room inside had been shattered, either by flying debris or by the beast directly.   In addition to a smashed table, the shredded remains of party decorations littered the room.  There was very little noise in the home now.  Jack stepped through the busted out window, while Sally remained on the porch.  She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and quickly began dialing. 

“Yes, Sally,� Nathan calmly answered after a few rings.

“Nathan, the boy has changed.  He's scared off all the people and it looks like he's ripped his house up pretty good in the process.â€�

“Is he still there?� Nathan asked.

A yelp from another room prompted her to confirm, “Sounds like it.�

“You and Jack try to keep him there... subdue him if you can.  We'll be there as soon as we can.â€�

Sally put the phone back in her pocket and stepped inside after Jack.

“Nathan says sick 'im, Jack,� Sally whispered.

Jack nodded, moving closer to the next room's entrance.  Peering into the living room of the home, the television had been pulled from its resting place and onto the floor.  The static signal on the screen flickered light across the large room.  Stepping inside, pistol ready, Jack sniffed at the air.  He looked deeply into the darker corner of the room to a quietly grunting mound of matted fur around a spiny curve.  It snorted and slurped  before beginning a curious sniffing pattern of its own.  Jack reached a free hand over to the wall, resting his hand on the light switch, which he hoped still worked. 

The mass of fur bent forward, producing a large wolfen head facing away from them that continued to sniff the air, becoming wary of a new, yet familiar scent.  Jack flipped the light on, blasting vivid illumination to the entire room.  The beast turned viciously towards the source, seeing Jack at the doorway. 

It stood erect, some 6 feet tall, blood and gore dripping from its maw.  In its clawed hand, the upper torso of a golden retriever hung lifeless.  Building a growl into a gurgled roar, the beast made its threat to Jack. 

Wasting no time, Jack began firing.  Two darts flew across the room, impacting the monster's chest, explosive force pushing the sedative into the feral body.  The beast hurled the dog corpse at Jack and followed it with a dive attack.  Jack collapsed back into the dining room, dropping the gun.  The doorway arch and its supported wall shelving crumbled as the werewolf tried to follow Jack through, trapping its legs under a pile of collapsed lumber.  Jack quickly pushed his feet into the crooks of the beast's arms, temporarily immobilizing them, while shoving a piece of wood into its rapidly snapping jaws. 

“Get the gun, Sally!� Jack shouted.

Sally searched the ground for where she thought it had fallen, but the low light made it hard to find.  She peered hard into the dark, letting a warm and feral sensation envelope her eyes.  The dark gave way to delicate shades of gray, and she rummaged through the rubble for the gun.

The wood holding the monster's mouth at bay held firmly, but a quick jerk released one of its arms.  The beast wrapped its claws around Jack's calf, tearing through the jeans and into the flesh with ease.  Jack screamed in agony, losing his grip on the makeshift muzzle.  The werewolf lurched forward to better seize its victim, chomping at every inch of air and desperate for that one juicy bite.  It only took seconds for it to get it.

Jack writhed in pain.  The beast had missed his throat, but had connected its large  front fangs with Jack's chest, puncturing their entire depth into his lungs.  Blood spouted from Jack's mouth and he began to gasp for air.  But the pain was subsiding, being slowly replaced by warmth from the wound.  Jack found his fear melting away as well.  He trembled and his arms buckled wildly, his legs thrashing at the beast.  Jack churned upward into the wound.  He opened his mouth to let loose a guttural roar.  Blackened nails etched outward from his fingertips, which he used to slash at the creature astride him.  The young werewolf yelped, struggling to free its pinned legs. 

Sally heard Jack's bellow.  She knew his rage was overtaking him.  The change would save his life, but if she didn't act quickly, she'd have two rabid werewolves to deal with, one very much more dangerous than the other. 

more to come...

Last edited by Mymloch (2009-08-02 19:03:57)

Great work.  Would have liked to have been a fly on the wall when the kid turned.

Does that happen a lot here?

I love it keep going

Not bad at all. I'm officially hooked now so keep it coming.