iota_arcane’s werewolf ULTRA
iota_arcane’s
werewolf ULTRA
“What just happened? Oh no it’s not another full moon! I usually know when the moon will be full but I’ve been so busy lately.” Gasped Hank in a tone loud enough that others could hear but he didn’t realize it.
The sun just peaked over the horizon. The sky looked unreal and maroon. The claws just one moment ago retracted into normal fingernails. His teeth are back to normal. The pain of the transformation really makes it unpleasant. His kneecaps all soiled and pants ripping from maneuvering on all fours. The sweat on his brow and his upper lip stained with blood on his face like a milk moustache. This is not what he wanted. I guess no one would ever really want to be a Werewolf (I wouldn’t mind as long as it was somewhat controllable but not like Hank). In general while human he definitely seemed more animal than man. Even before his infection. The full moon this time was bigger and brighter causing him once again to not recall anything from last night’s activities. His buddies all knew what happens to hungry Hank. I mean the way he tore bodies apart looked as if he practiced it 1000 times a day and didn’t think, just muscle memory. It was a horrible experience to witness. He was swift, steady and surgical like a Doctor performing a surgery.
His best friends Tommy and Matt knew Hank was not a savage and luckily for Hank his friends always were very helpful in hiding his shape shifting but this time was over the edge. We were all at a party with some well known Public figures. I don’t want to go into detail so we are not incriminating ourselves but the second the dark electricity filled rain clouds passed by the moon it was on like the highest score on a game Donkey Kong. Barrels were thrown nobody leaped over them and Hank had his 6th victim. The local authorities think there is a psychotic serial killer on the loose. No its just Hank as a werewolf no big deal really. If we have to clean up another crime scene to hide footprints I’m going to curl up into a little ball and die. No one would believe us anyways. No man should have to go through this.
Hank was the 7th son from his two overly religious parents. So no matter what the stars were aligned. Hank fell in love with a girl who he would have done anything for. Even ditch his friends. Hank saw no other life than the one with Roxanne. Roxanne was a great girl but let us say influenced by the dark side. She was very materialistic and the only thing going through her head was money, how to get it and how to spend it. Her Godmother was a recluse heavily educated in Wiccan, and indigenous magical traditions.
Hank’s love was a one way street and he was on the wrong side of the road. After a huge argument Roxanne performed a ritual taught to her from her Godmother and sold her precious soul to the Devil. This séance got Roxanne all she could desire but for every action there is an equal reaction. The devil infected the one who loved Roxanne with all his heart. Roxanne had warned Hank to stay away from her but Hank being blinded by lust hunted her down. All it took was a slight touch of her cheek with the back of his palm and the very next time Hank looked into a mirror all he saw was himself as a beast.
“Hank snap out of it” said Matt after the sun rose. “We didn’t realize it was a full moon with all this bad weather we have been having lately. You should not fight it and let us take you to get some help.” Tommy said, “I know this old man that lives off the land in the forest who may have a way to get rid of this curse.” “I am not going to go visit a bum in the woods to try and cure my infection that you all say I have” said Hank. Hank knew the truth but was always in denial. This time there may be a point of no return considering who he dismembered. Hank says “I’m hungry for flesh, just kidding.” Tommy got easily annoyed. Tommy says, “Listen Hank this is the last time ever. We are going to help you this final time clean up any evidence but you have to agree to get help.” Hank agreed. Matt, Tommy and Hank all helped dig a ditch to place the body in and bleached the sidewalks out front of the party to clean up the blood. They went to Matt’s Step Mom’s house, showered and changed clothes.
They began their journey into the forest at the hottest point of the day. They drove to the outskirts of the township which they lived in a beat up Suburban. They parked and trekked north towards the only body of water in the area. That is when they saw a makeshift bed on the branches of the tallest tree in the forest. “Looks comfortable” said Hank. Tommy mentions “No way would you last one night sleeping in that.” Matt explains (chuckling) “Yeah not even as a werewolf.”
Then in the far northeast corner near the bottom edge of a cliff they see this nude Archaic Homo Sapien looking 80 year old man bathing like a bird with goblet pouring water over his head. Tommy says “That has to be who we are looking for.” The men approach the man and startle him. “Already knew you guys were coming and I’ve been expecting you” said the old man while soaping up his arms. “How did you know we were coming” said all 3 men simultaneously. “Who do you think taught Roxanne’s Godmother how to party? I am also psychic,” said the Old man.
“Then you know of Hank’s infection” stated Tommy. “Of course I might be who to blame but it’s not really an infection more like a lifestyle” said the man. The man walked over to a pile of clothes and put on an Orange Silk Robe. The men stood there very confused and somewhat frightened. The men thought who the hell is this guy. The old man said, “If you really want to stop yourself from transforming into a werewolf on full moons you have to follow my advice precisely and only if you can execute this perfectly, then you will not be affected when there is a full moon. Over here in my belongings I have an old solid pure silver pocket watch from the late 1660’s. It has no battery and must be wound up to work. Hank you will need to go to the Town Center Clock and when it is Midnight tonight at the exact second the clock strikes 12:00 A.M. You must be wind up the watch and synchronize it to the time on the tower. You will only have one chance and this may backfire. Do not wind this watch up before midnight or you are doomed. Nobody has ever completed this task. Here is the watch. Now get out of here the sun will be gone in a few hours.”
The boys sprint back to the Suburban. They make a plan to meet up around 10:30 P.M. Matt and Tommy are very concerned. “This has to work,” grunts Matt. Tommy nods his head in approval “It’s our first and only chance to try to fix this.” Hank is very nervous. He really has no recollection of his werewolf marauds. He prays to a God his parents taught him to exist that everything works out.
The night is colder than normal. The wind is very strong and the trees around town are all bent heavily towards the west from the gusty breeze. It is now 11:55 P.M. and the men have been waiting patiently in the Town center for the last hour and 25 minutes. Tommy asks Hank, “Do you have any questions on how to make this happen? You will have to turn the winding crown of this watch clockwise until you cannot wind any further. Don’t be afraid to over wind it; it will not break. The main spring is made to wind up all the way once a day. To set the time you will be pulling the winding crown up and then turning the hands to the correct time, then pushing the crown down. This all has to be done within a few seconds so that the exact stroke of midnight everything is lined up and the watch matches the clock.” Hank says, “I’m a little worried and apprehensive but I have it all under control.” Matt is probably more anxious than Hank and cannot stand still and is pacing all over the place. A local Sheriff drives by breaking his neck checking out the men congregated near the clock tower.
It is now the last 30 seconds to exorcise this werewolf. Hank has the watch in his right hand staring at the clock tower. “15 SECONDS” yells Tommy. Hank gently pulls out the watch crown. Matt signals Hank to do it. With only 5 seconds remaining Hank sets the time and at the stroke of 12 pushes in the watch Crown. All of a sudden it looks as if Hank has seen a Ghost. The watch and the tower clock are perfectly in sync. “It looks good” says Matt. “It’s perfect” Tommy reiterates. Hank just doesn’t look right. Hank looks like he is convulsing or having a seizure. His body begins growing taller and expanding wider and his clothes are ripping off his flesh. He has mutated into a werewolf 3 times larger than ever before. His whole body is layered in thick fur. His teeth transform into giant fangs and his fingernails turn into knifelike construction crane claws. His eyeballs turn bright yellow with beady red irises.
Matt and Tommy look at each other with their jaws dropped “OMG.”
There is this bright red aura glowing around Hank that could and does light up the sky. The Sherriff that was passing a few minutes ago is driving down the opposite direction from before with a local hoodlum cuffed in the back seat. He sees Hank glowing neon red and slams on his brakes, turns on his siren, lights and jumps out the car with a gun drawn and screams “FREEZE.” Tommy and Matt are scared, shocked, pale and not moving. Hank leaps from all fours towards the officer rips his gun out his hands right after the Sheriff shot a bullet in the air and rips his beating heart out his chest with his massive claws. He tosses the body at the squad car and it smashes and breaks the back window. The hoodlum squeezes out the window bleeding from the broken glass shards and runs for his life into the darkness down the road with both his hands handcuffed behind his back.
Tommy and Matt look at eachother then scream like little girls and mutter in a library voices,
“WEREWOLF ULTRA…”
