BangarangA Chapter by ReaperChapter Six: Bangarang I bite down hard on a rag as the gravedigger tries to get the bullet out of me. It hurts but it won’t kill me. Very few things could. Both Bree and Rachel look at me, wishing me good will. I could almost get used to this life. My old life was great. I had the beautiful and loving fiancé. She was my world but now she is gone. I had the loving family, I mean at least the awesome and supportive sister. Mother and Father were never around so I raised my sister, Terra. She was always happy when I was around. I did have some friends but I never go around them. I’m not sure they would understand what I have become. Most people wouldn’t, I know I barely understand it myself. I twist my body as he pulls it out of me. Pain lights up all my nerves. It was very deep inside. I try to be still on this cold stone alter of death. I get up and off the stone alter then stand to stretch my legs. The wounds were already starting to heal. A nice trick I picked up. I wonder what else I had up my shelves. Bree pulls me off to the side so the other two can’t hear. “Why did you kill that man?” I look at her and sing out.
I killed the evil. Why are you scared? Why are you looking at me that way? I killed the evil. He ate children. He destroyed families. He killed so much innocence. Why are you scared? Why are you looking at me that way? I killed the evil What was I supposed to do? Wait. Wait. I know what I had to do. My job… My job of wiping out everything in my way! Why are you scared? Why are you looking at me that way? I killed the evil…
She looks at me, almost not scared anymore. I walk back and look at the man who helped me. “I feel like a new man. Thanks man.” The gravedigger stands there, staring at me. Rachel stands next to me, “is there a problem?” He sings out My friends! Welcome to your own hell Your fate is sealed Now stay here and accept Don’t run. Don’t pray. Don’t cry out for help. Just do one thing….
Howl! At the white of the moon Howl! At the end of the night Claw for survival Bite at the dark night Kill if you must And eat the product Of your beastly life Howl! At the white of the moon Howl! At the end of the night You beast You wolf You monster Of the night Howl! Howl! Howl! Hunt in the light of the moon And kill with all your might Destroy the prey in the night Bite. Slash. Claw. Lick your lips at The smell of the flesh of the prey Howl! At the white of the moon Howl! At the end of the night HOWL!
What used to be man now stood a werewolf. Mighty in strength, brown in color with its thick hair. It’s huge jaw looking for a tasty snack. I look at the girls then yell out, “RUN!” They take off. I reach for my gun but the beast swings. I roll to dodge. I crash against the stone gravestone. I almost knock myself out. I return to my feet. But it is gone. I look around. I don’t see anything. I scan and scan, but nothing. I hear a scream. I can tell its Rachel’s and she is close. I run towards it. My mind races knowing I could be too late. © 2012 ReaperReviews
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