A harmless hike turns awry when Nikki finds a Book of Ancient Spells. Despite Harrison's and Nerris's warnings, she recites a random spell, and seemingly nothing happens. She discards the book and everyone goes to bed. But unknowns to everyone, the...
Daniel flicked his wrist, flicking off the blood on his hand. Those prison guards hadn't stood a chance. He knelt down and grabbed the security key card in the guards pocket. Finally, he could leave this wretched place and get out of these dastardly orange clothes and back into his pure white ones.
Daniel stepped out onto the road. He had stolen a police car and made his way back to the woods near Camp Campbell. He had full intentions to make David and those children pay, especially Max and his friends. They had tried to ruin his plans and Max had seemed to convince David that something was up. If he had just kept his little mouth shut, they would have ascended. Daniel grinned as he thought about what he would do to those kids and stepped into the woods.
He paused as he felt his wrist crack. That's funny, he hadn't meant to crack it. It cracked again and he realized that the bones were breaking. Daniel stared transfixed at the blood running down his changing hand. The cult he came from had done rituals to allow them to not feal pain, so he just watched as the bones reshaped themselves. He recognized the shape of the bones... The were wolf bones! The Ancient Ones had great white wolves in their Space Army, so he was well taught about them. Daniel's transfixed face turned into a wide grin. It seemed the Ancient Ones wanted the campers dead just as much as he did.
By the time the transformation was complete, Daniel was quite ecstatic. He was a great white wolf with sharp teeth and claws. He still had a tuff of his blond hair, and the end of his tail was the same colour, but the rest of him was snow white. His fur was soft and sleek and his mussels were well developed. He could still walk on two legs but he could go faster on four.
Daniel crept through the forest as quietly as he could. It was still quite early, but he suspected the campers would be awake. He saw a blue colour, the same blue as Max's hoodie, so he crouched down, preparing to grab the child, when he saw a blue wing stretch out before tucking back in. Daniel was taken aback by what he had just seen. What was that?! He gently pushed his head through the plants, and was shocked when he saw a mishmashed gaggle of mythical creatures. And yet he could still recognize some of them. The dragons sleeping not a meter away from him was Max and his friends, the unicorns were the magic obsessed children, and the red wolf was David. He didn't recognize the wolf beside David, but he could guess that it was Gwen.
Daniel scowled. It seemed attacking them head on would just result in death for him, as most of the campers now possessed sharp claws and teeth. No, he needed another way to harm them, but what? He thought for a moment, before remembering something. He had read Max's file, and had found his last name,Atol. Richard Atol was a wealthy corporate business man, who had overseen the destruction of his family's previous home. And Sheryl Atol was a wolf hunter. Oh how he hated those people, and now he had even more reason to kill them. Daniel backed away grinning. If he couldn't harm them physically, he would harm them mentally.   Â
Richard sat in his leather chair by the fire place, sipping his black coffee. He was looking over some business plans to develop a nearby forest, when he heard a scraping noise from outside. He set his drink and laptop down and walked to the window. It was night now, and he couldn't see a damn thing. Richard frowned and flicked the light switch. Nothing happened. He flicked it again. Nothing. The scraping sound started again, only closer. If this was his useless failure of a son playing a prank on them after somehow escaping whatever camp they had sent him to, he might have to hide another body.
He opened the door, fully ready to beat his son, when he froze. There, in his driveway, was a huge, almost pure white wolf with piercing blue eyes that bore into were his soul would have been. There was something intelligent in its eyes, almost human.
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Richard stared, paralyzed as the wolf came closer, its large nails scraping on the stone. Finally, he decided to make a run for his wife's gun.
The last mistake he would ever make.
Daniel charged forward and tor into the back of Richards knee, causing the tan man to fall to the floor, knocking the wind out of him. Daniel walked over to the mans open mouth and tor out his tongue, blood splattering onto his muzzle. He bit again, this time taking out part of his eye. Richard let out a gurgling scream, blood pouring out of his mouth and eye socket. He placed a paw on the mans ribcage and felt his bones crack under the pressure. He smiled as the ribs caved in, piercing the soft organs they were meant to protect.
Daniel stepped off the bleeding, broken man as tears poured from his remaining eye, and Daniel watched as his life left him. He grinned at the dead body, before making his way upstairs. He stopped at a pair of large doors. Daniel peered inside, and grinned even wider as he saw a figure lying in bed. He padded inside and jumped on the bed standing over the sleeping dark haired woman.
Sheryl stirred awake as she felt something warm dripping onto her face. Had one of her hunting dogs jumped on the bed? No that wasn't right, she had tied them up near the driveway. She sleepily opened her eyes, only to be greeted by the blood soaked face of a wolf. Sheryl didn't even have time to scream as the wolf grabbed onto her neck and shook her violently.
Daniel dropped her face first onto the floor, wanting to have a bit of fun. The foolish woman thought she had somehow managed to get away, and tried to crawl to the door. Daniel sprang off the bed and slammed down onto Sheryl's head. Sheryl's jaw connected with the floor at such speed that the jaw broke, snapping back and shattering the teeth.
Daniel slowly circled the now sobbing woman as she chocked on her own blood. He looked above the bed, and saw the mounted head of a white wolf. He growled, and at that moment he knew how he was going to end Sheryl. He slowly started cutting the flesh around the base of her neck with his claw, tearing the flesh piece by piece. Eventually he reached her spine, and bit it in half. He grabbed the head in his mouth and took it down stairs. He found a upright sharp stick out side, and mounted the head on it. He admired his superior decorating, before heading back inside.
Daniel paused as his stomach growled. He glanced at Richards body, before deciding he didn't want to eat meat that was rotten. He walked to the extensive kitchen and pulled out a whole roast ham. He ate his fill before returning to the body. He placed a paw on Richards arm and bit into it, tearing the appendage right off. He made sure he had a good grip on the arm, but not piercing the skin, and trotted out of the house and started making his way back to Camp Campbell.
