Full Moon Rising

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Full Moon Rising: Part 1
On a dreary, meek night; I found myself alone, walking down Poplar Ave after a rocking party. “REX…What happen to, “I’ll be your wing man?”… What a douche, walking off with a blonde bimbo. Knowing him, he’s somewhere out in the middle of the Minnesota timbers getting it on like the horny mutt he is,” I mumbled.

In the distance I could hear a car coming up beside me. “Hey look, if it isn’t bawl. What’s the matter? Bawling because your boyfriend left you.” I knew who it was but stupid me, I did not ignore him. Instead I turned to verify my guess. Brad Tidleson, captain of the football team, star quarterback, over all ass. He was with his mindless goons as he said, “If you’re that lonely. You can come in here and suck my big cock. No? You a one man’s man? Oh well bawler, guess I’ll have to catch you later.”

Before I could shot out a comeback, Brad burned rubber down the rollercoster called a street. Before they reached the first crest, a shadow dashed in front of them. The crash was audible. Well, less audible then, “Oh shit dude. What did you hit?”

“I don’t know… fuck.” Brad’s voice matched his actions as he drove away in his dented Lincoln. As his tail lights dipped out of sight, I ran to the unmoving clump.

At first, I thought it was a bear, but as I neared it, it developed into a huge wolf. It was laying on it’s right side, facing me. As I stepped up to it. It’s eye lids fluttered open. It’s grey eyes tried to focus on me. When it did, recognition like a human came to them. “Calder Balor,” a deep, ruff, demonic voice pierced my head, “I need your blood.”

Crap I’ve seen this movie before. The drunk high school nobody is killed by the monster in the forest. As I stepped back, all that ran through my head was great, just great.

The wolf moved with a savage grace, and in second I felt its teeth slice into my skin. As it latched on; it started to lap the blood coming out. God I’m going to die. Is this it? To die in the middle of the road eaten alive. That went through my head as the world became cloudy, then dark. “Do not fret,” the voice said, “you come from an ancient evil.