All right everybody, this is the end of chapter one.  Enjoy, although I do have to warn you about some language. 

The guard was thrown a few feet into the air, landing hard on his back.  Blood spurted from his mouth and broken
nose.  He was an even tougher bastard than Richard thought.  The guard lifted his upper body and used the momentum to leap to his feet.  He gripped his nose and twisted back into place with a sickening crunch of bone.  Even Richard flinched at the noise, black lips drawing back from his fangs in disgust.  The guard screamed a war cry and charged, unfazed by his broken face.
    Startled by the man’s persistence, he backed up too slowly and heard his own nose crack from a vicious punch.  He yelped, and jumped back from the blade swung for his throat, shocked by the human’s speed.  Snarling, he gripped the man by his throat and pinned him to a wide tree trunk.  His clawed hand gripped the man’s throat tighter, his other arm drawing back to tear out his throat.  Before he severed the guard’s windpipe, a noise caught his attention.
    Large, triangular ears sat on top of the werewolf’s head.  They swiveled like a satellite to the left.  He cocked his head, trying to find the source of the noise while still keeping one furious eye on the guard.  Richard knew by now that the guard was an opportunist, at any point when he was off guard, the knife would be in another uncomfortable place on his body.  The noise was the snap of branch and erratic breathing.  He sniffed the air and smelled the fear radiating off of the other body guard. 
    The tree he was pinning the guard to was twenty feet into the forest.  The blonde guard was at the edge, gaining inches toward Richard.  The guard pinned to the tree gave a sharp, ear splitting whistle; causing Richard to cover his ears. 
    “Jack, hang on!â€� the voice of the other guard yelled behind Richard.  Jack cursed under his breath and struck out with the knife.  It cut the skin on his elbow but he jerked back and the point hit air.  A hunting rifle cocked behind Richard and he dove sideways, the shot ringing past his ears and into Jack’s chest.  Blood arced through the air as the guard was knocked back into the tree with a crack.  Jack slumped against the tree, holding his chest for a moment, wincing. 
    Richard couldn’t afford for the guard to get up again.  It was common knowledge that humans were weak.  Jack was the complete opposite.  He punched Jack in the temple; there was a snap as his neck snapped.  His body slumped to the ground, finally dead.           
    “No!â€� the blonde guard yelled.  He glanced from the Jack’s body to Richard, who was slowly stalking towards him on two powerful legs.  He lifted the rifle and shakily pointed it at Richards head.  “Don’t move any further,â€� the blonde guard warned, trying to push the fear out of his voice.  It didn’t work; Richard could read the guard like a book.  The guard’s fear was palpable.     
    Richard briefly grinned, taking pleasure in terrorizing the human.  He stepped forward, glaring into the guard’s eyes.  A bright flash blazed under the guard’s scope, a sharp burn hit Richard’s forehead.  His eyes closed before he hit the ground.  A moment later the guard prodded him on the side of his head with the rifle butt.  Richard’s eyes snapped open.  The guard screamed the last noise he’d ever make.

    The blood curdling scream echoed through the forest for a terrifying minute.  It felt more like an eternity before the horrible echo abruptly ceased.  Everyone shuddered violently as the last note fell into silence.  Abigail Scarlet didn’t even want to be there in the first place.  The dean of Wing University orchestrated a festival and raffle in the school yard.  The pep rally was to help promote the reelection of the dean’s long time friend as mayor.  It was the mayor’s idea for the pep rally; the winner gets a weekend at Ice Pine National Park with Allen and his beautiful wife.
    Abby didn’t even plan on being at the festival; she wanted to stay in her dorm and rest.  Her friends finally convinced her to go after incessant nagging.  A triumphant, angry howl brought her back.  Slivers of ice climbed up her hunched spine, she peeked out the window from where she was crouching beside Allen’s wife Nicole. 
    Nicole rested her hand on Abby’s shoulder and pushed her down, out of sight.  “Stay down!â€� she hissed, gripping her hand tightly.  She looked down the hall for her husband.  He was digging through a closet, looking for any kind of weapon.  “Allen, hurry up,â€� she yelled, she glanced out the window and jerked back down. 
    “I can’t find the gently caressing rifle!â€� he yelled back, still digging through the closet.  His arms were moving quickly through the closet.
    “gently caress the rifle!  Is there anything else?â€�
    “There isn’t shite in this place!â€�
    Abby, heart thundering in her throat, jerked out of Nicole’s grip and twisted around to look out the window.  “Oh god,â€� she whimpered, eyes glued to the frightening creature.  It was charging toward the two story cabin.  Her veins turned to ice as the guard’s words floated back into her head.  He had ushered them quickly inside and grabbed the rifle laying on a green daybed by the door. 
    “Who’s attacking us?â€� Allen asked.
    The guard looked at him distractedly, shouldering his rifle and standing in the doorway.  “It’s a gently caressing werewolf man, a gently caressing werewolf!â€� he said, running out the doorway and slamming the door behind him.
     A gently caressing werewolf, the guard’s words floated into Abby’s head.  She swallowed, terrified that the guard was right.  The werewolf was a large shadow in the shade of the thunder clouds looming above the forest.  It was in the middle of the clearing, slowing down as it got closer.  She couldn’t describe the creature well in the darkness, and it was too far away to see any details.  It did look like a wolf though.
    “It’s almost here!â€� Abby cried, silencing the arguing couple.  Nicole jumped up and looked out the window.
    “About damned time,â€� Allen snarled, lifting a large rifle from the floor of the closet.  He ran over to them, the floor shook as he ran.  Abby held the railing tightly, hoping the second story floor wouldn’t cave in under his weight.  She let out a sigh of relief when the floor stayed beneath her feet.  “Get back!â€� he yelled, waving an arm behind him; trying to aim the rifle with the other. 
    Nicole and Abby obliged, running to the other end of the hallway and down a few oak steps.  They waited a moment, and then Nicole crawled up the few steps again, peeking around the corner.  Abby followed, watching over the older woman’s shoulder.  Allen was scanning the clearing with his scope, but couldn’t find the werewolf.  It was silent in the house, the air was thick and warm, a warning from the coming thunderstorm.
    The lights flickered throughout the house; Abby’s heart skipped a beat.  “Oh that’s one smart bastard,â€� Nicole whispered.  Light from the kitchen vanished, and then the foyer light was turned off.  The stairs were suddenly a black hole, allowing light only on the top few steps.  Abby stared into the blackness for a few seconds.  A door creaked open from down stairs, Nicole heard it and jerked her head toward the stairs. 
    “shite,â€� she hissed, scrambling into the hallway, dragging Abby with her.  “Allen, over here!â€� she yelled.  He looked back and ran towards them, holding the rifle with both hands.  “Abby…â€� she started.  The werewolf leaped out of the darkness and on Nicole’s chest.  She crashed through the wall into the master bedroom, the werewolf striking as they fell.
    A scream tore from the room, three rifle shots exploded from behind Abby; she immediately dropped to the ground, scrambling toward the stairs on her belly.  “Get help!â€� Allen barked at her, taking quick aim and firing the rifle again.  Abby didn’t hesitate; she disappeared into the darkness of the stairs quickly, screaming all the way. 

    Big Bo first heard the shots as he was roasting hot dogs on metal fire sticks.  He dismissed the first shot as a hunter, but then a second and third shot was fired in rapid succession.  He held up his hand sharply, abruptly silencing his partner.  He squinted at his partner and then glanced into the dark forest behind him.  His hand searched for the shotgun at his feet, picked it up.
    “Help, help!â€� a scream echoed through the forest.  Big Bo jumped up, heart racing.  He trained the gun into the darkness.  He wasn’t going to fire at the girl; he was going to be ready at what was chasing the girl.   
    “Erick, use the scope, see who’s out there!â€� he barked at his partner.  Erick was already looking through the scope.  The scope of the rifle was equipped with night vision; it wasn’t midnight black, the thunderclouds above just blocked the sun perfectly.  His partner’s face was a mask of concentration.  The screaming continued, Bo exhaled loudly.  “Hurry your blind ass up!â€� he snapped.
    “gently caress you… hang on, I see her… it’s a young woman in a bikini.â€� Erick grinned, and then frowned; he twisted the scope, getting a closer view.  “She’s limping badly, there’s blood running down from her upper chest.â€�
    Bo nodded; he lowered the shotgun’s barrel to the ground, and held the stock in one massive hand.  He whistled, trying to catch the woman’s attention.  He was an experienced hunter; he wasn’t going to go into the darkness without more firepower.  If she couldn’t get to him, he wouldn’t help. 
    “Hey lady, get over here!â€� he yelled, cupping his mouth with his free hand.  The screaming stopped; he could hear footsteps pounding in the underbrush.
    “She’s here.â€� Erick whispered. 
    The young woman crashed into the light of the fire, sweating and grimy.  “Please help us!â€� she cried.  “This monster attacked the mayor and his wife and me!  It already killed the guards, please hurry!â€� The woman ranted, tugging at Bo’s free arm.
    Before Bo or Erick could answer, a howl split through the pre-storm air.  It sent chills up Bo’s spine. 
    “What the gently caress is that?â€� Erick asked, his voice was high, and his eyes were wide in fear.
    “You don’t want to know,â€� the woman whimpered, looking back at the large cabin through the gloom.  They could all see the second story hallway, the only light from the few ceiling fixtures.  Blood sprayed against the entire window, resulting in an orange orb in the middle of scarlet.  The woman choked back a sob, falling back against Bo.
    “Jesus Christ,â€� Bo swore under his breath.  “We need to kill that wanker, now.â€�
    “How do we kill that?â€� Erick asked, looking at his boss.  Bo dropped his shotgun on the ground.
    Big Bo ran to the large green exterminator truck and dug through the back for a second.  He ran back to them with a canister of Bug Buster Bug Bomb in his hands.  He grinned and wagged his eyebrows at Erick, who grinned back and chuckled.  The woman missed the humor, confusion masked her fear.
    “Big boom baby, anybody want extra crispy wolf?â€� Big Bo said, laughing manically. 

    Richard stalked closer towards Allen.  The fat mayor was lying on the ground, holding his pudgy fingers against his slit throat.  Blood poured from between his fingers and flowed freely down his chest, soaking the Hawaiian shirt.  He was gasping, leaning on his free elbow for support and dragging himself closer to the window.  His elbow slipped against the lake of his own blood forming on the floor and fell on his back.
    Before the fat man could try to prop himself up again, Richard stepped on his extended stomach with one clawed foot.  He put more of his weight on the foot, driving the claws through to his intestines.  He stepped off and shredded the man’s tattered and bloody shirt, exposing a hairy stomach.  Richard stuck his claw into Allen’s belly button, the mayor whimpered, tears streaming down his face.  Richard gave the mayor his wolfish grin and pushed the rest of his clawed fingers into Allen’s stomach.  Blood welled from each hole, leaking around the black talons and to the floor, adding to the lake of warm fluids.
    His claws wriggled against the man’s intestines.  Allen screamed, releasing the wound and spraying another layer of blood onto the window, his back involuntarily arched up, furthering the claws’ passage. 
    “This is for stealing my earth so many centuries ago,â€� Richard grumbled, his voice sounding like a hollow log.  “We, the Void, will reclaim it from you worthless mortals and rise once again to our old glory!â€� his growling voice rising five octaves, echoing against the walls of the hallway and reaching Nicole.
    She gasped a few feet behind him, shocked that the werewolf could speak.  Allen’s face was a bloody mask of rage.  He put his hand back to his neck wound.  “You fuckers are all going to die before shite rises!â€� he rasped.  He glared at the werewolf and spit a load of bloody phlegm at Richard’s nose.
    Richard cocked his head, hooked his claws into Allen’s intestines and wrenched his hand out.  The fat man’s protruding stomach followed, huge chunks of his stomach flab smacking the floor with a wet noise. Allen screamed; it was deafening in the narrow hallway.
    Snarling, Richard grabbed the small intestine and started pulling it out; a bloody string of sausage.  He bit into the first pink piece and dragged more pieces into his mouth, munching and swallowing.  Blood was dripping from all of his teeth and into the man’s stomach.  Allen was jerking, at a loss of breath. 
    He turned around to throw the intestine in Nicole’s face, she was gone.  Roaring in a sudden fury, he ran to the stairs and leaped over the railing.  He landed heavily onto the ground two stories below and jerked his head to the door.  A man was standing their waving at him, grinning broadly.
    “wanker!â€� Richard roared, he charged at the man.  The man was scrawny and tall, and fast as hell.  His arms were waving wildly up and down, feet barely touching the ground.  He was running towards a large fire in the pit.  The man suddenly sidled to the left, narrowly dodging the fire and running back in front of it. 
    Richard didn’t see the bug bomb being thrown with high force into the fire.  He sensed something wrong though and jerked back at the last inch before the fire.  What is that?  He thought before the massive wall of fire struck full force in the face.

Be warned, this has extreme language...

“None of you dumb shits thought about moving him?â€� he snarled at the rookies.  He glanced at the woman apologetically, “Sorry,â€� he mumbled, ducking his head in brief bow of shame.  The rookies swarmed near his feet and dragged the orc’s body into the outpost, setting him on the chair Howard was in earlier.     
    The woman’s lips lifted in a half smile and dropped to the frown.  “It’s okay, look… I need to get in through the gates.â€�
    He shook his head, rolled his eyes, and threw the up the palms of his hand in exasperation.  “Why the gently caress do you need to go in there so late at night?â€� he asked.  One of the rookies was gesturing to get his attention.  He looked over the woman’s shoulder at him.  “What?â€� he snapped.  The woman saw where his gaze was and stepped to the side, looking at the guard, then at him, then back at the guard.  She didn’t know who to look at.
    The guard shrank farther back into the doorway, frightened under his bosses gaze.  “Uh, the red telephone here… there’s a red light blinking, what should we do?â€� he asked meekly.
    “Are you technotarded?  YOU ANSWER THE gently caressing PHONE!â€� he raged.  The guard scrambled to get to the phone, he was too late; the red light stopped blinking. 
    “Don’t ever miss a call again!â€�
    “Why?â€� the guard asked, glancing to the woman like she was going to help him.  She didn’t, she had a bemused look on her face; enjoying the torment of the guard.
    “The only person that calls on that phone is General Davenport, leader of Elijah Clyde’s Army.â€� He said slowly, trying to make his voice menacing.  Howard noticed a red light blinking by the guard’s face.
    The guard slowly picked up the phone, hands shaking violently.  The woman leaned towards Howard and whispered, “That dudes gonna get gently caressed up,â€� she had a large grin on her face. 
    “Hello,â€� the guard squeaked into the phone, his face was a mask of pure terror he was sweating profusely.  He nodded once, his hands shook again.  He held the phone out to Howard, “For you,â€� he whispered.  Howard gulped; he was in deep trouble.  He shivered, walked over to the rookie and took the phone from his shaking hands.
    He stuck the phone to his ears, watching the rookie worriedly.  Howard didn’t remember the man’s name, but he suddenly felt sorry for the man.  The rookie’s body was convulsing violently, his eyes rolled into the back of his head.  He suddenly collapsed, falling sideways, head slapping against the ground.  His body went still.  Everyone stared at the poor boy in terror, no one moved for a second, and then the rookies swarmed around the body. 
    The collapsed boy was out of his sight because everyone huddling near him.  He was in the doorway.  The woman moved swiftly through the crowd towards him, there was a deep frown on her face.  Her green eyes flashed with sorrow, she shook her head, mouthed “I’m sorryâ€� to him. 
    gently caressing bad day he thought.  He pounded his free fist against the doorframe, hard, it splintered.  He punched the doorframe again, harder; blood leaked from his knuckles.  The woman pulled back his fist, held it in both of hers.  The deep rage evaporating the thick green blood in his veins started simmering.  Tears streamed down his cheeks, dripped onto his upper arms and down to the woman’s fingers.
    She took the phone out of his hands.  “I’ll deal with this,â€� she whispered.  She turned toward the huddled group.  “All of you get out!â€� she snapped.  All of the future guards glared at her.  Howard glared back, nodded by her right shoulder and they reluctantly filtered out of the small outpost.  It was suddenly far less claustrophobic.
    The woman looked at the young man on the floor and shook her head sadly.  She put the phone to her ear, her eyes were jade daggers.  A loud voice raged through the phones speakers.  “Shut the gently caress up Davenport!â€� she hissed.  The voice immediately stopped.  She pressed the intercom button on the phone and rested it on the small table by the dead orc.  The rookies looked in through the doorway, clearly interested.
    “Melissa, we thought you would be here by now.â€� The voice of General Davenport filtered through the phone. 
    Melissa rolled her eyes at Howard, “I had some minor difficulties… but now we have two dead bodies here.â€�
    Anger again struck Davenport’s voice.  “What happened?â€� he asked.  The general was a mean bastard in Howard’s mind, but he was ruthless.  He also actually gave a damn about what happened to the Void.  If any soldiers under his command were killed, he wanted to know how. 
    “A man in a large white truck pulled up.  My partner didn’t let him through; he was shot in the leg and bled to death.â€� Howard answered; he paused swallowing the lump in his throat.  “Also, the guard you first spoke to just experienced a heart attack, you must have scared him shitless…â€�
    A roaring laughter escaped the general’s throat over the phone.  It finally faltered enough for him to talk.  “Damn he was a weak heart,â€� he said, voice still laced with laughter; he coughed and when it stopped, his voice was sober again.  “We’ll make sure they don’t die in vain… The cargo in the truck of the utmost importance, your next top priority soldier; it needs to be at the entrance to Elijah’s Tomb before midnight.â€�
    “What type of cargo is it?â€� Howard asked.  He didn’t think he wanted to know the answer, but it took his mind off of his partner’s death.
    “Melissa can tell you that, but it’s her choice, not mine.â€�
    “General, assassins headed straight for the gates, three minutes away!â€� a voice screamed in the background on the other end of the phone.
    “gently caress!  Soldier, your second priority is getting Melissa’s ass up here alive.  So get the gently caressing truck and move!  An escort unit will meet you halfway!â€� Davenport yelled rapidly.
    Howard was already moving, jerking open a small closet tucked in the corner by the small black and white T.V.  Rows of guns were piled from floor to ceiling, enough firepower to annihilate a small village.  Not enough firepower to stop King Hector’s assassins.  They were more like mercenaries than assassins; they followed their own rules half of the time and were ruthless body guards for the king.  They were intolerably hard to kill.
    He quickly removed two Uzis from their resting place on the middle shelf and stuck one of them in one of holsters.  Howard had six holsters on the front of his body because of the six extra appendages folded across his armored chest and stomach.  They already had their own large side arms.  He glanced at Melissa who rushed beside him and took the assault rifle from its place.

this is good please write more and this is one funny sement here =
( “Oh my god, holy sh*t,â€� Howard screamed, gawking at her.  She couldn’t resist smiling at his face; his slack jawed expression was just too priceless for her.  “Why didn’t you tell me that?  I wouldn’t have accidentally groped you like that if I knew you were a f***ing princess.â€�)
I laughed my butt off when i read this, so keep it up man.

ok