Mussle Full of Blood

The Plan

I looked down at the clock and realised that it was 1:30, damn it, I was late, hopefully Taylor wouldn't be pissed.  

I pulled into the parking lot and Taylor's bike was already there, of course. I jumped out and headed for the door. He was sitting in the booth farthest from the door, sippin on a chocolate shake.

"Hey im sorry that im late, bro." I breathed

"No worry we've been planning this for over two years, an hour and a half is nothing." He exclaimed

I pulled out the plans and set it before us.

"We will pull up here, and "dispatch" of the security gaurd here, and pull the guns as we round the corner here." I explained

"Do you have the guns?" I questioned

He nodded., "I've got them in the back of the van."

"Hey I have a problem." I said reasuringly.

"What is it man?" He coughed.

"I think its Kass." I breathed.

"You think its Kass what?" He exclaimed.

"I think shes the wolf." I continued.

"Dude, that was a dog, not a wolf." He said under his breath.

"Ok, never mind then." I said reasuringly

"You need to get that out of your head, im not going to prison, just because you belive in werewolves." He laughed.

"Ya, your right." I said.

"How much money do you think is in there?"

"Im going around, eh two million." He guessed

I was shocked.

"Thats one million for both of us man!" I yelled in a whisper.

"Ya, I know. He explained

"Hey i need to get to work, meet at my place tomorrow ok?" He questioned.

"Ya, I need to see the guns." I exclaimed.

"Aight bro, see you later." He said as he walked out the door.

One million, what could i do with one million dollars, I questioned myself as I walked out the door, the pain shot back up my neck, why does Taylor not adknowledge the pain? I got in the truck, somethings wrong, first Kass now Taylor? I have to find out whats wrong with me.

I pulled into my driveway, irritated, a turned off the truck and sat there for a moment, I needed a drink, I walked into the house and opened the fridge, Vodka, Jack Daniels, Bud light, and Captain Morgan, I pulled out a glass and poured some Jack over the ice cubes and downed it, I grabbed the bottle and brought it over to the computer, I went on the internet and searched  lycanthropy, I clicked on one of the links and the website popped up, as I started reading I was drawn to a paragraph, it read: Symptoms includes: Headache, Irritation, confustion, body aches, etc.

I opened my phone and called Taylor.

"Hello?" His voice rang over the phone.

"Taylor!" I yelled over the phone.

"Dude!, dont yell ive got a fucking headache." He yelled back.

My ears started ringing, so we both have a headache.

"Hey, im coming over in about an hour." I sighed.

"Aight, see you then." He replied.