Suga Kookies

#72

Prompt: Demon Wolf au
(A/N - credit © to fanart owner)

It was a cold night when the first attack happened. Just the beginning of Winter. People excited for the holidays and sending time with loved ones. No one would expect that such a small and quiet town would soon face something they'd never even knew existed.
A young male, just about six foot cowered against a wall in a nearby alley. Hiding. He had been on his usual walk when it happened, when he saw it, whatever it actually is. A beast of sorts, resemblance of a wolf but much larger and even more ferocious. Leaning over another's body but from where he stood he couldn't make out he gender. Seeming to sense his presence the beast had turned his ehad and looked directly at him. The horrifying part being that he the arm of the victim between his teeth. Blood dripping from the gleaming white fangs, soaking it's fur. The animal dropped the arm and let out a loud snarl. The young man turned and began to pump his legs so he was running.
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Jungkook went about his usual routine of getting up and rubbing sleep from his eyes. He would shower and change into the plain black uniform required when working in the small café not too far from his small apartment. He didn't remember falling asleep, never usually did. Probably while on the phone. It explained why he was on the bed when he woke. The town he lived is being exceptionally boring. There weren't many people living there. It attracted tourists however. Something about the beauty and peacefulness attracted outsiders. Alas eventually they left. It was rare that someone stayed.
As he drew closer to the shop he was slightly surprised to found a crowd. People whispering some looked like they would vomit. He inched closer to see what the fuss was about. Too many bodies in the way. He shrugged it off, he would be late for work otherwise. The warmth of the café made his cheeks flush, turning a light shade of pink no doubt. When he looked he was confused to see his coworkers huddled together talking animately about something. A small female with brown hair to her shoulders waved him over. Jungkook shyly moved towards them, "Jimin noona, what's going on?" She looked at him for a moment confused, "I'm guessing you didn't see? Probably better. Kook there's been a murder. Two dead. Whatever it was it aimed to kill. Are you sure you want to hear this?" She knew the younger is sensitive. Even as a kid he would cry if anyone was the slightest bit hurt. He didn't like to sensitive eerie others in pain. He nodded.
It was better for him to know. He would hear about it eventually anyway. Jimin shrugged, "Alright. Whatever did this they don't care about mess or how. The first person was a woman. Her limbs torn from her body and claw or teeth marks all over the parts that weren't just bones. Then there was a young male. Behind the alley. Skull cracked open and his well brains on the wall. He was pierced with something and his stomach area cut open." Jimin patted his shoulder, " I'll mention it to manager-nim about closing earlier. It's too dangerous now to walk in the dark." Jungkook was glad she would. He wouldn't have the courage to. He also needs the money. He wanted out of the small town. So since his parents had passed he saved all his money.
Days passed and thing were quiet. The investigation still going, however no one knew what the animal had been. Or was it even an animal. Shops closed up before dark and people stayed off the streets. They were safe. Or so they thought. After two weeks of being cautious people began to relax. Maybe it was just a once off thing. People became brave enough to keep the ships open later and walk home alone in the dark.
Like the first it was on his way to work that Jungkook found another crowd. It was wider this time and he wondered why. Moving closer he looked between then spaces of other's bodies. When he saw it his stomach churned and he felt like he would puke. There had been another attack. The first had nothing on this. In the centre of the people was a family, the mother and father holding hands, skin removed completely, almost unrecognisable as a body. Like the precious victims their skulls had been cracked open. Then there was a teenage boy, he recognised him as one of the people who he had been in school with. The male had only celebrated his nineteenth birthday the month before. The most gruesome in his eyes being the smallest body. Another boy, who had only been six years old. He recognised the plush giraffe that he always carried. His legs torn from his small body. Bite marks all over him.
So much blood. Eventually the police came and the crowd dispersed. He wondered what would happen now. The feeling of wanting to leave increased.