Preylute

Copyright © 2013 Daniel Stabler.

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ISBN: 978-1-4582-1042-5 (sc)

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Abbott Press rev. date: 6/25/2013

Table of Contents

Part I Johns Story

Part II Diaries

Part III Lucas’s Story

Part 4 The Journey

Part V The war

Part I

Johns Story

I Will turn against anyone, whether an Israelite or a foreigner living among you who eats or drinks blood in any form. Leviticus 17:10. That’s the chapter and verse I always think of when I feel the thirst - the hunger for blood. I also think of the other verse, "That is why I said to the Israelites, ‘You and the foreigners who live among you must never eat or drink blood.’" Leviticus 17:12. I think of those verses and always emphasize must never eat or drink blood.

My name is John Cane, and I am a Preylute. A Preylute is a half vampire half werewolf mix. It is a very dangerous mix, one that cannot be controlled. I recite those verses in my head to help neutralize my thirst. The reason I know them is because, my mother was a Christian, and she was also human. My father was a Preylute just like me, and he found my mother and fell in love. Yes it is hard to believe such a monstrous creature could love, but he did.

When I was born my father left it to my mom to raise me hoping that I would not be like him. He never believed in God, not like my mom, but he wanted me to have morals in the hope that I, if I were like him, I would not be a monster. It did work but only for so long. By the time I was sixteen I started to have horrible dreams of me changing into a demon and killing people, and drinking their blood. I thought it was Satan attacking me in my sleep. When I had a really bad dream it felt so real I even woke up covered in sweat. I went to my dad, and told him about my dreams. He looked at me with frightened eyes knowing the exact thing he had feared would happen was coming true.

He grabbed me by the arms with tremendous strength and pulled me close, and told me to listen carefully: Listen son, those dreams you are having will not be dreams too much longer but will be reality. I don’t know when, but when it does happen you have to be far away from people – even your own family, even your mom, do you understand me?

No father I don’t understand, what are you trying to tell me?

When I was your age I had those same dreams only I didn’t go to my dad he found me changing one night, and got me out of the house before it was over, before I changed into a horrible creature.

What do you mean horrible creature father?

I’m trying to tell you son that I am something bad. I am what is known as a Preylute, it’s a half vampire half werewolf mix. Son when I change I’m never around because of how vicious this monster can be. When your day comes you have to be far away. I don’t want you to hurt your mom, and I know you wouldn’t want to hurt her either. You have to run away and never come back, do you understand me?

No, I still don’t get it what’s happening to me? Why me? I started to cry by then.

Son, I know it will be hard, but you have to do what I say and you have to go now before your mom gets back. I don’t care where you go just as long as it is far away. Take all your things including your Bible it might come in handy for you in later years.

No I can’t just run away what will mom think?

Don’t worry about your mother she will know what’s going on. She already knows what I am. We were hoping you wouldn’t become one, but I told her what must be done if you do become a Preylute. She didn’t like it but there was no other option besides running away to a remote place or causing unspeakably horrible things and ultimately your death. So you have to run, and just keep going. I will worry about your mom okay.

Yes father I will listen to you, and I will run.

Okay let’s get your things packed.

We went to my room and got my things;that whole time I couldn’t help but cry not knowing what I would do when I changed, let alone trying to live without money. I didn’t know how to take care of myself – how to hunt or fish or anything I would need to know in a remote place. When we finished my father looked at me one last time and told me to take the five hundred dollars to get me by for a couple of weeks.

Father what, where will I go? Where do you go? Please don’t let me go alone.

I’m sorry son but you must go on without me or your mom. He then wrapped me in his arms and told me he loved me, and to have a safe journey. With that I picked up my book bag full of clothes. Just as I walked out of my room and into the living room my mom walked through the door. When she saw me with my book bag, she dropped the groceries she had in her hands. She put her hand to her mouth.

No, not now, it can’t be now. Why now, he can’t leave yet there is so much he needs to learn. Joseph you can’t make him leave now. Not our son, please? My father walked over to her, took her in his arms and told her she needed to let me go.

She ripped herself from his grip and ran towards me. She wrapped me tight in her arms for a long time before letting me go. I walked to the door never turning back but wondering if I would ever see them again. It has been ten years since that day; I was 16 when I finally changed for the first time. It was a foggy night in New York City, I was living in a box in an ally way. I knew it was dangerous being there and that my father had told me to go away to a remote place but I didn’t know what to do or where to go. I just walked until I couldn’t walk anymore and stayed the night where I stopped. Finally, I hoped it wouldn’t happen – the change so I came to New York and even got a job. Problem is, I did change. I woke up with a burning sensation in my chest, and in my throat. I don’t remember anything after I turned. All I remember is waking up in my box, with my hands covered in blood. I got up and ran to a diner and went straight to the restroom to clean myself off. When I finished, I ran back outside and saw the morning’s newspaper in a newspaper stand. On the front page was a headline that said. Police found two dead bodies in Madison Square Garden

I ran to a trash can to vomit, but then I saw the article again and decided to read it, thinking maybe it was just a dream. I got it out and started to read Early this morning around two o’clock the police found two body’s laying on the ground in the famous park. The officer said the bodies were hard to identify because their insides were ripped out and their faces were mulled with what looked like big claws. I asked the police chief if this was done by an escaped lion or tiger from the zoo. He told me no definitely not, because he thought of that too, and upon asking zoo keeper, learned that all animals were accounted for.

I dropped the article back into the trash but I quickly picked it back up wanting to know the day, it was Wednesday. For a few moments I couldn’t remember why this day was important, especially since all I wanted to do was run. Then I suddenly remembered it was my first day at my job. Oh no I have to be to work at ten this morning, I thought. I didn’t know what time it was so I asked someone walking by, he told me it was 10:30 a.m.

When he told me that I took off running, I noticed two things wrong with this picture. One I was running really fast, two I didn’t know if I was heading in the right direction but I did remember the name of the place. I found it in just a couple minutes – was this some kind of sixth sense? I walked into Peters Diner, not knowing what to expect.

Hey kid, what took you so long? Hurry up and get clocked in I need someone to hand out orders to some tables. Said Peter the owner, who is fat and tall with brown thinning hair.

I’m sorry I’m late I didn’t know what time it was. I told him as I hurried up and clocked in.

That’s ok kid just try not to be late again. He told me as I was putting on an apron.

It never really got busy that whole time I worked which was until five o’clock in the evening. At five I put up my apron and clocked out. As I walked out I ran back to my ally way to wait until night fall. While waiting I read some stories that my dad gave me. They were very good stories, they were about how our kind came to be, what all has happened to them, and things that we are restricted from. We can’t go underground, and we can’t swim. I don’t quite understand why that is.

So as I read the sun started to set, and when it went down completely, I put them down and went to sleep. That night when I slept it wasn’t a good dream. I had dreamed that my parents were murdered by some hideous creature. My father tried to fight him off but was unsuccessful. I woke up in the middle of the night when it was over; I was screaming FATHERRRR! I was scared I thought I was the one killing them, killing my parents. So I picked up my book bag, and all of my other belongings, and I took off running.

The awesome part about the running is that I was moving like I was flying, and I didn’t run into anything. My eye sight was never phased. I ran all the way back home to Maine; it only took me until morning to get there. When I arrived at my home the door was busted in. I was afraid of what I would find, and sure enough I found my mom on the kitchen floor. It was a gruesome sight. Her mid section was torn open, and her throat slashed. I didn’t want to look for my father, I was already crying from the horrible seen of my mother. I pushed on and looked for my dad, I found him in his room. It wasn’t as bad, not as much blood, and his mid section wasn’t ripped open. His body was spread out across the bed, his right arm hanging off the side.

I just couldn’t handle all of it I had to call the police. I was such a mess; I had a hard time explaining to the cops what happened over the phone. It was easier once they arrived at my house. They told me to wait outside while they looked around, and while the medical people took my parents bodies and put them in the ambulance.

Then the lead detective came and spoke to me. Son, how old are you?

I’m sixteen sir.

Sixteen eh, well do you have anywhere to stay until all of this is cleared up?

I think I have an aunt that doesn’t live too far from here.

Okay, do you know her number, or address?

No, I haven’t seen her for a couple of years.

Okay, well give me her name and we can look it up for you, and see if she would be okay with you staying with her.

Yeah, no problem her name is Margaret Bracken. The detective nodded his head and turned around to tell another police officer to look her up.

If she isn’t ok with you staying there I can take you down town, and you can sleep in one of the holding cells for the night. I’ll make sure you are by yourself.

I would rather be in a holding cell. I never really got to know my aunt, I saw her a few times in my life.

Sir we got a hold of her she said it would be fine. She’s on her way right now to come and get him. The other police officer said who contacted my aunt.

Well at least you know she cares. I’ll have some police officers wait with you until she gets here. He walked over to the other police officers and told them to wait there, then he got into his car and drove away.

It wasn’t much longer after the police detective left that my aunt showed up. She is a fit woman about five six, red hair and brown eyes. When she got out of her SUV she came up and asked me how I was. I told her I was fine, we then walked back to her truck and we headed to her house.

When we arrived to her house, it was dark small and only white walls. I know it’s not much but I hope you’ll feel at home here. She said to me.

It’ll be nice, but where will I be sleeping?

Oh, yeah I almost forgot. Your room is down that hall second door on the right. I can take your things and let you get settled.

No that’s ok I can carry my one bag to my room, thanks anyway.

Okay, well see you for dinner.

Okay. That was definitely awkward, but I got through it. I put my bag on the floor in my room and sat on a small couch that was in there.

Oh I forgot to tell you I don’t have another bed, but I have a sleeping bag and blankets in this closet next to your room. My aunt told me as she stood in the door way.

Okay thanks. It was weird being there, I never really knew my aunt Margaret, but here I was in her house staying the night. Dinner was just as awkward, we had hamburgers and fries. We didn’t really say anything to each other, but I guess that’s fine considering what we did talk about.

So I called the rest of my family, I would have called some of your fathers’, but I don’t know if he has any.

My father never talked to any so I assumed he had none.

Okay well I talked to my family on the phone, and tomorrow we are going to setup the funeral arrangements and things. You can stay here while we do that or you can come along.

I can stay here it’s no big deal. I would like not to talk about it anymore though.

Okay that’s fine. The rest of the time we ate in silence, neither of us really knowing what to say to each other. After dinner I went to my room and just sat on the love seat for a few hours. By the time I started to fall asleep it was around two thirty in the morning.

When I woke up it was ten in the morning and my aunt had left. She left out some food for me to eat for breakfast; I nuked it and ate; it was some eggs and bacon. As I sat there in her house all I could think about was my father and mother. It was hard for me to cope knowing that they were never going to be there for me again- that I would never see them again. It also hurt knowing that I left them; I know that’s what they wanted but it still pained me to think about it.

I sat in my room for a few hours before my aunt got back at one in the afternoon. When she came in she called for me, I told her I was in my room. She came in and told me all the arrangements were made. The funeral was Monday; I wasn’t looking forward to it. When my aunt looked over at me, she knew I was in pain.

I know you are hurting about this, but you have to remember they loved you and would want you to move on. I also want you to know that if you want you can live here until you’re ready to move out. I know your mom would want me to do that. I thought about it for a few seconds.

I’m sorry Aunt Margaret but I can’t. The night my parents were killed I was in New York.

Why were you in New York?

Because my dad wanted me to go, because he knew something that I just couldn’t handle at the time. And I still don’t think I can.

What do you mean? What about your mom? Did your father think of her and how she would feel about it?

Yes he did think of her, and she understood, she knew she had to let me go to. It hurt them but it was for the best.

But can you tell me why it was for the best?

I will sometime, but not right now, we still have to get through the funeral, then I will tell you. She was bugged by that the rest of the night, she couldn’t figure out what I was going to tell her, or why I didn’t tell her then. I went the rest of the weekend not knowing what to think. Or I spent my time thinking about what could happen if I stayed in my aunts’ house for too long. I was nervous, scared, and angry; I just wanted to get back at the people that killed my family.

On Sunday all I could think of was the funeral the next day. My aunt and I went to church, I wasn’t in the best mood but, I felt a little better after going. It helped lift some of the burden I felt. When we got back home Aunt Margaret asked me how I was doing. So how are you feeling?

I feel a little better thanks for asking. It always helps me when I go to church. Mom used to always take me. I’m glad she did, it gives me something to live for.

Well that’s good, I’m glad you’re feeling better. I know it must be hard but, we do have more to look forward to. So are you hungry?

Yeah, just a little bit.

Well what would you like to eat?

I don’t know; what do you have?

Well let me go in the kitchen and look. She walked into the kitchen and looked through her cabinets and refrigerator. I have spaghetti, and hamburger, so I could make spaghetti and meat balls, but I also have lots of green beans, I also have Mac and cheese. I have plenty of things to eat, so what do you feel like.

Do you have pizza?

Let me look…Yep I sure do, I have pepperoni or supreme.

Supreme sounds good.

Then supreme pizza it is.

That was a good moment. Too bad it didn’t last, it would have been a nice memory. After eating and having that good moment I felt sick, I went to my room and stayed there. I knew that it was a bad idea to stay at my aunts and try to make good memories – to try to forget what I was. I knew that once my parents’ funeral was over, I would have to tell her what I am, and what I can do, then leave for good and run away once again. It killed me to think about that but it had to be done.

Night time came and Aunt Margaret called for me to come eat dinner. I went, but I didn’t stay long. I ate and went to bed, I didn’t talk to her, and she didn’t ask any questions, which was good. So I sat in my room staring at my wall waiting for the next day to come.

I don’t know what time I fell asleep, but I do know that my aunt came and woke me up at nine in the morning. We arrived at the funeral home at nine forty five, the service was at ten. The funeral guy got up said some passages out of the Bible, and asked for my aunt Margaret to give a speech about her sister (My mom). She spent a good ten minuets speaking about both my parents. I was supposed to talk about my father, but I had nothing to say so my aunt did. When she was all done, we all backed up paid our respects and then moved the caskets to the hurst.

We then went to the local Christian grave yard, went way in the back and buried my parents. We all paid our last respects, it took about ten minutes. As we went back to our car and got ready to leave I finally spoke up. Well aunt Margaret can I ask you to drive to a near by woods, or abandoned farm?

Why would you want me to do that?

I think it’s time you learned about the real me, and why I can’t stick around for a long time.

Okay, but can you tell me what all this is about before we go?

I will but after you take me to a deserted farm or woods.

Alright. She said, and then started the car. We probably drove for a half an hour before we got to an abandoned farm. My aunt stopped and spoke first. This was my fathers’ old farm nobody has lived here since he died. Now I want to know what you’re talking about.

Ok, you probably wont believe me at first, you’ll probably also think I’m nuts but I assure you I am not.

Okay just get to it please.

I am what you would call a Preylute.

What is a Preylute? She asked me with an angry look, disbelieving.

It’s a vampire werewolf mix. It’s a nightmare of a life, you can’t control it. I didn’t know what would happen when I changed for the first time, but I killed. This thing that I am is a monster. My aunt just stared at me for a few seconds with an are you crazy look.

Are you kidding with me? Do you really think I’m going to believe that? If you do you’re nuts. I’m going home and taking a nap.

No you can’t go I figured you might not believe me when I told you so, I’ll show you.

Show me how?!

I’m really strong and fast I can show you that way.

What? Are you going to run around the farm really fast and pick up the car with me in it over your head?

I could do that, maybe I will.

You can’t be serious; do you really think I believe you? I am a Christian woman, I only believe in God, satan, angles, and demons. I will not stand for this, I’m sorry but I’m leaving, you can come along with me or you can stay here.

No don’t leave please I’m telling you the truth. I said grabbing her arm.

Let go of me, you’re hurting me.

Sorry. I told her as I let go.

Now I will not stand for this I am leaving.

NO! I said reaching for the keys and taking them out of the ignition.

What is your problem?

Do you want to know why I was in New York when my parents were killed or not?

Yes She said calmly.

It’s because my father sent me away, he knew what I was turning into. I was having bad dreams and I told him what they were. He knew what they meant, but he was hoping I wouldn’t become like him. But his nightmare came true; mom was upset but knew it had to happen. She knew it was possible that I would become this monster, but she didn’t want to give me up, though dad finally convinced her and she did, thankfully. That’s it, that’s why I was gone.

So you’re telling me that your father was a Preylute also.

A Preylute and yes he was.

I always thought your father was different, but I still can’t believe he was what you say.

That’s why I want to show you so that you know what I say is true.

Fine I tell you what you show me and if what I see I believe to be true than I will let you go.

Thank you, that’s all I ask.

But if I leave you I need to know where I can find you for when the results come for the will.

That’s fine; I know where I can reach you so when it comes time for that I will write.

Okay but I don’t know how long it will take.

I’ll write in a couple of weeks ok?

Okay.

Are you ready for what I am about to show you?

Yes just get on with it please.

Alright here I go. I stepped out of her car and started to walk towards the worn- down barn. When I reached the barn I turned around looked back at my aunt. It had to be a good two thousand feet from there to the barn. So as I looked at her I ran right back to the car it took me no more than a second. When I stopped and hit the car it moved a little. Aunt Margaret then looked at me with a scared expression on her face. I saw her getting ready to put her keys in the ignition, so I picked up the car before she could. She let out a loud scream.

Put my car down, are you crazy! She yelled at the top of her lungs. I put her car down.

I’m sorry but you did ask if I would do that so I did.

Okay well you’ve proven your point, now I’m leaving I can drop you back off at the house to let you get your things, but that’s it. I always wondered about your father, but I don’t think I would ever have come to this conclusion.

I know it’s hard to sink in. Ah. All of a sudden I started to feel a burning feeling in my stomach. I knew what it meant I had to warn my aunt. Aunt Margaret, get out of here now.

Why? What’s going on?! She said about ready to cry she was so scared.

Just GO! The pain was getting worse so I had to get as far away from her as possible. I started to run towards the barn again. While I was doing so I saw my aunt fumbling her keys. She was so scared and so was I.

As I kept going I made it half way through the corn field when I fell and felt the change starting to happen. The pain was horrific, it hurt so much, and the anger that was coming over me, it was so overwhelming. I couldn’t take it anymore and then I was done. I got up thinking don’t hurt your aunt come on you can beat this. But the monster spoke up and overpowered me. Time to feed, an inner voice said. It didn’t sound like me; it was too angry - animalistic. But I couldn’t fight it off; then I took off after my aunt like there was no tomorrow. I was completely out of control.

She got the car to start before I crashed into it. It only made the monster that I was, angrier. So I took off after her, it only took me a second to get to her. I got side by side with her and rammed her off the road flinging her car into the corn field. I wanted to yell and tell her to run, but nothing came out other than. YUM food I’m just so hungry I have to feed. And I took after her like a lightning bolt. I ran into her car again, ripped off the driver side door. The car was upside down; when I looked inside the car she was gone. I see where she went, but I could smell her. I took off in the direction of the smell.

The smell led me to the barn. The thing inside me started to speak again. I know you’re in here I CAN SMELL YOU. Now show yourself, I will find you one way or another. I started to sniff the air. He spoke again, OH you smell so good, come on show yourself. It’ll be better for you if you just come out – I don’t like having to search for my dinner.

Then out of nowhere I was hit in the head from behind. It didn’t hurt but it gave my aunt enough time to run for a few seconds. Eh you know you can’t hurt me, you want to play some games lets play a game. I let her run for a few seconds while I planned out how I would play with her – like a cat after a mouse. Then I took off like a cannibal and knocked her over as she was running. I let her get back up and she yelled out.

Someone help me please!

NOONE’S GOING TO HELP YOU. She then started to run again, the monster just laughed and let her run for a few more seconds, she was trying to reach the road, but I knew I wouldn’t let her. I took after her once again, got in front of her and punched her, sending her twenty feet backwards. She tried to get up but her legs were weak from the pain. I started to laugh again. I told you, you can’t run from me. Then I walked up to her mimicking her and mocking the fear in her eyes. When I reached her all I could think about was how much fun it was throwing her around and how much fun it would be to tear her open. But I knew that it wasn’t really me thinking that. The monster just told me to shut up and take it, this is what I am and what I always will be. He then started to plunge at her, but I stopped it, I couldn’t eat my aunt, I just couldn’t. It told me to shut up and stop being weak and just tear her up. I gave in – the hunger was too much. I had to give in to what I was, the monster – no longer the boy; I was just so hungry and thirsty for blood. I couldn’t hold it back any more. By the time I started, my aunt was knocked out. I started with her neck and worked to her mid section where I had most of my fill.

It was all so good, but the boy in me wanted to finish-to stop, but I just couldn’t, it was too good. When I finally did finish I couldn’t believe what I did. But the monster in me told me to shut up, toughen up and start to hunt for more. I couldn’t believe what this thing was telling me, I wasn’t hungry anymore. I just couldn’t kill anyone else. But it told me that we were not going after humans; that we wanted animals now.

No I couldn’t, I’ve had enough for one day, I just can’t. Shut up you baby and hunt for more food. But, I just ate my aunt, let me have some time, let me be – I am not a monster, you are, I am telling you I can’t. But the voice persisted so I took off running through the farm and into some woods. I just wanted him to shut up – maybe hunting animals wasn’t as bad – maybe, maybe he would shut up, so I went looking for some deer or whatever I could find in the woods. The deeper into the woods I went, the darker it became outside. I must have looked for a good several hours before I finally found some deer eating grass right at the end of the woods. I decided to scare them first; I remembered how much fun it was playing that game with my aunt. I watched them run from me, scared and not knowing what to do or where to go. I spotted a really big male buck running with the pack scurrying about. I chose that one for bate – juicy, meaty…

I ran at it, picking it up and throwing it back into the woods. I saw it lying down on the ground hurt. It couldn’t get up and walk, so I picked it back up and tossed it again. There’s nothing better than tender meat, at least that’s what I thought then. I walked back up to the animal where it lay. I started to eat it, tearing it open just like any animal would do with its’ prey, but I found myself enjoying the blood bath that came with it too. I ate everything but its organs I left those. Looking at it, it was a gruesome sight but it didn’t feel as bad as eating a human. Somehow I could justify the carnage since it was an animal and well, don’t we eat animals anyway?

When I was all done I knew I was a mess, I ran to find some water to wash myself off. I finally found an ocean; I went to it getting ready to dive in when I saw my reflection. I was a hideous creature, I had sharp teeth, all golden eyes I was taller and my arms were longer with long nails for claws like talons. My legs were like a really big dogs hind legs. After seeing this I thought about what I did to my aunt and the deer. I looked towards the sky and let out a growl, it was like a lions only three times louder. I knew I let out the howl from the regret that I felt, but the other part of me let it out for satisfaction.

When I was done, I was going to jump in the water when all of a sudden I couldn’t; something stopped me. Then it hit me, I can’t jump into water that’s below ground level nor can I go under ground. That was not good because I had blood all over me; the monster in me told me not to worry and to start running. So I did, there was no way I was going to stick around. As I was running I could feel myself changing back to myself. About half way back in the corn field the transformation was done and I was myself again. It was just as painful going back as it was turning into one.

I just laid there in the corn field waiting for it all to sink in; this was the first time I knew what happened while I changed. I had to think about what I did, and what I was going to do about it. There was no way I was going to become that thing again, I just couldn’t handle it. I got back up and started to run down the road to find a hotel or a gas station that had a bathroom I could use to clean myself up. Then I remembered I could just go back to my aunts’ house real quick get my things and clean up there.

I ran to my aunts’ house, it took me an hour or so to get there because I couldn’t really remember how to get there. But, when I did finally arrive, I walked in went to my room got some clothes and took a shower. As I was taking a shower I was thinking of what I would do next, where would I go, and how I would make money. Those weren’t my biggest problems though; I also thought how I would control this monster that I could become at any moment.

I must of spent a good hour in a hot shower just thinking about all those things. I got out dried off, and stood by the mirror looking at myself trying to think about all that happened. After about ten minuets of reflection I got dressed and got ready to leave to start a whole new life; an adventure I’d hoped; one in which I could control the monster inside.

Upon doing so I heard a knock at the door. I didn’t know whether to answer or go running out the back way. Just as I was going to run out the back door I heard someone say something. Hello is anyone there? I need to speak to Miss Bracken. It’s about your sisters’ death and the death of the husband. Is anyone there?

I didn’t respond; I didn’t know what to do so I just stood there in the door way thinking about running but curious too. Then I heard him speak to someone else. She must not be here lets go, it’s already late and this house is giving me the creeps.

Curiosity got the better of me and that’s when I decided to open the door, what could they do I could easily take them out if I had to. Plus they were only going to say something about my parents and it’s not like they knew my aunt was dead, even when they found the body they would have a hard time identifying her. So I opened the door and spoke up. Wait, my aunt isn’t home yet, but I am the son of the deceased you are talking about.

I’m sorry kid I would love to tell you what we have so far on this case but, you’re a little young. Just let us know when your aunt gets back, here’s my card, tell her to call my office ok. Now go back to bed. I took the card and watched him walk towards his car. Before he got in I asked him if he could just tell me something. Please just tell me something do you know what might have killed them?

Look kid let your aunt tell you after we tell her, I’m sure you would rather hear it from her.

No I want to know, and I want to know now. You don’t have to tell me any details just tell me what you think killed my parents.

Are you sure you really want to know what we have? What we believe it is that killed them?

Yes, now please just say something, please.

Alright, we believe it might have been an animal of some sort, we’re not really sure what kind. The teeth marks on the bodies were that of a wolf only more and smaller almost like a humans’ mouth. There that’s what we have so far that I can tell you, I am not going to tell you anything further so please be satisfied with that.

Ok, yes thank you, I am, I just needed to know something, thank you very much. They said your welcome got back in their car closed the doors and drove off. I was thankful for what they told me, because I now knew what I had to chase down, and I wasn’t going to stop until they were all down. The only problem with that was I didn’t know where to start, nor could I kill anyone; only the monster within me could. I did know that I had to start running and find a new place to begin my journey.

I picked up my bags and headed out the door not knowing where I was going, but I didn’t care, I was letting my feet carry me. I made sure that I stayed in the woods to stay hidden from people. By the time I stopped it was already day time. I wasn’t entirely sure where I was or how long it took me, but what did it matter I didn’t have any where to be. As I stopped I looked around to try and find some road or any trace of humanity. I was hungry, I wanted some real food. So I walked until I came to the end of the woods, when I found it I noticed I was