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Adventures In Living With The Mythical |
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A military veteran is adopted by a werewolf and brought into his pack. Insanity ensues. About "Life With A Werewolf" Life with a werewolf is a dramatic blog. As such the characters in this blog are not real but maybe loosely based on real people. The situations represented are not real but maybe loosely based on real things that have happened in my life. There are a multitude of ways to view life, this is simply one of the ways I have chosen to view mine. Updated Every Friday unless I can't or don't want to. If this is your first time reading this...start here: https://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/1040400-Welcome-To-The-Pack First compilation book will be available soon on Amazon. My book, "Dreamers of The Sea" is available now on Amazon: https://a.co/d/0uz7xa3 |
| Crash had gone, slamming the door behind him. Part of me assumed Crash was doing his job. But a tiny part kept asking about the Culling. It wanted to know, and worse and worse scenarios kept being conjured up for each one. A little voice inside my head refused to allow me to ignore it. It was a relief when my phone rang. At that moment I would have welcomed someone asking about my car's extended warranty. I would have welcomed phone calls asking me if my refrigerator was running. Anything was welcome other than Officer Smith. When I answered, I heard his voice low and panicked. It was hushed and fearful as he said "Crash has gone crazy! I think he's on the verge of a culling. I didn't think it was this big. You better come quick!" My heart did race, but the more rational part of my brain overrode my fear. I shoved the rational side forward, putting my emotions in a box on a shelf. "Smith, why are you calling me for back up?" "Cause, Crash is off his rocker. He's threatening to invoke the culling! He says....well...." I heard a loud growl in the background of the phone call. It certainly sounded like Crash's voice. I stood in the short hallway, staring out through the kitchen window and beyond. Looking at the darkening sky. My blood was starting to run cold. Crash's familiar werewolf growl shouting "you filthy beasts, I'll kill you all!" When was the last time Crash had ever threatened a human? And filthy beasts? Crash had never uttered those words together in a sentence before in my recollection. Those red flags were now giant red strobe lights warning of danger. But danger from what? That sounded like Crash. Could it be? I grabbed my pistol and checked the magazine. I had twelve total rounds of silver. One would be enough if I had to. Hopefully I wouldn't have to. The phone call ended with a shout. Smith screaming as if something horrible had found him. Smith said he was in danger. Instead of calling for backup, he called for me. He could have been literally anywhere in the county. I thought about the phone call, as I climbed in my car. There's plenty of ways one could fake a phone call. It's not difficult to have AI run voices or screaming in the background. There was other things too. The sound of metal, echoeing, like a school. But....I had a feeling that Smith wasn't at the school. I started at the clearing, the same one Smith had driven me to twice before. He came crawling up from the woods, oozing pouring from slash wounds in his arms, his chest. He gasped hard as he pulled himself into a half-limp, half run. Out of the woods, barreling after him came Crash. "I'm invoking the Culling," he screamed. "I'm killing you all!" It felt weird. It looked like Crash. Sounded like Crash. I pulled my pistol. "Shoot him," Smith shouted. "Shoot him now!" It almost moved like him. But Crash didn't talk like that. "No." Crash snarled, barreling towards me faster and faster. I kept the pistol down at my side as he rose up like a bear, and prepared to pounce. I kept my eyes open, glaring at him. If I was to die, I would stare death in the face. I would not cower. Crash drifted right past me like mist, then disappeared. Crash had never been there at all. It was all an illusion. Smith stood, holding his arms around himself again. He wasn't turned towards the woods this time like he had been every other time. He wasn't crying. He was laughing. The police uniform disappeared like the illusion of Crash had. Smith was now wearing a strange buttoned up shirt I hadn't seen before. It was luminescent and made a rainbow of sick colors as it rippled. It reminded me of an oil slick killing baby seals. "You're not a dumb human," he said, finally. Then he leaped forward. My pistol was knocked away before I even had a chance to raise it up. Smith, or whatever his name was, was stronger than he looked. He threw me over his hip and landed on top of me. His fist tight and smacked me against the temple. His giggles echoed through the stars I saw in my vision. "Oh, if you had shot," Smith said, "you would have killed David Sykes. And my revenge on Crash would have been complete. But you were much to smart for that, weren't you? Oh, you humans are so much fun." He struck me again, and the stars grew larger, the colors bursting in my blurred vision. I was tasting blood in my mouth. "When I'm done with you, you'll wish Crash had killed you." He reared his hand back, and it began to glow an eerie reddish-blue. "Kael!" All the blood drained from his face when he looked up. Crash emerged from the woods where the image of him earlier had appeared. A strange mist began to filll the clearing. "The game ends now." "No, this game has just come to the middle," he said. He didn't as sound confident those words would suggest. Whatever he wanted to do didn't work. Kael tried to slam his hand to the ground, but Crash pounced on him first. There was a low boom as energy of some kind entered the earth. It felt like a small bomb had exploded beneath us. Crash tried to slash at him, Kael rolled and stood. Their movements far faster than before. Crash and Kael moved in a blur. Then Crash was ontop of Kael. Kael tried to throw something in Crash's eyes. Then they moved again, too fast to follow. A low explosion rang out, and a blur landed on his back, while another zoomed to the edge of the woods. Crash stood slowly, his claws and teeth dripping with blood. Kael stood at the edge of the woods, gasping, holding his ribs for a different reason. Blood seeped through his fingers. "You're fun, human. I'm going to enjoy playing with you," he grinned. "If you touch Jason, or any member of my pack, I will invoke the culling." "You make the game challenging, Crash. You always did. Very well, then. Next round will have different rules. It was nice meeting you Jason. We'll have to do this again sometime." And then he was gone. I looked up at Crash. "What the hell is going on?" "Meet Kael. He's a fae and a member of the Unseelie court. A lower level. We've been playing this...game for twelve years." "Game? What game?" Crash turned back towards the woods. "He tries to drive me insane. Or tortures my friends and family. Or tries to drive them insane. And I have to catch him. He thinks it's funny." "So, torturing me and getting me to think that my best friend is going insane and trying to kill me is funny to him?" "Yes. To a fae, you are weak, pitiful creatures. Think of it like a bored child pulling the legs off a spider." I stood in the clearing for a long time. The weird moonlight glow stopped shining over it. You couldn't see the few houses that was beyond the thin trees of the woods in that spot, but I had no doubt in my mind that Kael was telling the truth about me killing Sykes, some poor innocent man who's only crime was existing. Who probably had no idea how close to death he actually had come, his entire existence being snuffed out so he could be the punch line in some creatures sick joke. And Crash had threatened that word. That word that had been bothering me all evening. "Crash, what is a culling?" He sighed heavily. "Jason...." turning back towards the woods, he said "I have the authority under special circumstances to destroy citizens in order to restore order." "Citizens like humans?" Crash nodded. "Citizens as in anyone." It felt weird knowing that. I swallowed. "So, you could kill me then and get away with it with paperwork." "No. Only way I could kill you, is if you were randomly brainwashed by a mythical for example, and started shooting into a community of innocent people." I took another deep breath. I could just barely see a light on in a window beyond. Or was that my imagination? "So..." "Jason, I got a full plate tonight. I need to go." I understood. "Go ahead. I can find my way back home." "For the record. I was never worried." He chuckled then in that low gruff way werewolves do, his ears tilting back into a grin, his tail giving a soft wag. "You're the most skeptical person I know. It would take a lot more for him to brainwash you." "For the record, I wasn't worried either." He arched an eyebrow at me, his ear twisting back in that manner that I've come to know as his wolf version of "really?" "Okay, not as worried." "Why?" "Well, little things. One, you're faster. Two, you don't talk like that. Three, he kept getting police procedures wrong, doing things that made no sense. Why come to me for these things when he should have an entire department of people to ask for help from? And four..." "Four?" "I know you'd let me shoot you rather than attack me." Crash turned back to the woods. "Heh, you'd let me maul you rather than attack me." I didn't respond as he disappeared into the woods. I drove the short distance home, not really paying much attention to anything other than my own thoughts. I get the feeling this Kael guy will be back sooner or later. His attempts to get us fighting seemed to be almost halfhearted. As if he was feeling me out first. Like a military pushing small forces at a nation's borders, he was testing my own responses, my own methods and thought patterns. Whatever trick he pulls next may be horrible. If this was him just testing the waters, I really don't want to see what his next trick is. I still get the impression that Crash is not telling me the full truth about this whole "culling" thing. But, I understand. There was parts of my previous occupation that I didn't want to talk about. Things that I couldn't talk about, not only because if you weren't there you wouldn't understand, but because the knowledge of the items itself wouldn't be understood. I'll do my best to forget about the whole 'Culling' thing. That's going to be difficult without alcohol. Hope my sobriety holds out - wish me luck. |
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