4.Were-sheep

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     Warning! Slight gore and blood.

     His eyes were shut tight as his frantic mother observed the horrific sight before them.
     It was his father. Dead. And three of their cousins, too. All shared one thing in common. Throats ripped open, semi-dried blood continued looking fresh as it still unceased it's slow descent down the cold necks of all four victims. The coroner was alerted, and would be at the crime scene soon enough, but it took no genius to see that his father received the worst if it.
     His face was disgustingly mutilated, most skin gone to reveal the muscle beneath. One eye was hanging pathetically from his left eye socket and he was covered in blood. The loud buzzing of dozens of fruit flies filled the tense air as his mother wept bitterly.
     He knelt beside her, placing his arms around her gently as if she were fragile and would break at any sudden movement.
"It's okay mama, we're finally free..."
     His mother's face was fresh with tears and newfound fury. "You stupid boy!" She struck him with the back of her palm.
     "He was our only income!"
     She stood up and began to kick her son furiously, face hot and screaming for everything to end. Her merciless beatings eventually stopped and she stumbled restlessly back into the house to mourn nothing in particular.
     The boy laid on dying grass, a prominent hand-shapped marked his lonely features.
His mother would be his next victim, he promised himself.

     A/N: This one is exceptionally shorter then I intentionally meant... Whoops. I also based this were-sheep's attacks off of a picture I saw on Google and the Chupacabra. I hope you enjoyed! :D

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