He was good. He had a peaceful life before it happened. He never got to truly be a child though. The constant moving he just wanted a better life not to end everyone else’s. Born in Pleasant Grove Tennessee his parents soon divorced and moved apart. Unable to make much money his dad moved to Alaska for crab fishing and his mom to Florida with her family. He moved with his father until he was 14. But one stormy night his father’s boat was swallowed by a deadly wave. The one crew man said it was like the gates of hell opening in front of him. He then moved with mother in Florida. It was something he was never used to; Big cities, gangs, and drugs. The violence was crazy people killing themselves and each other. Schooling wasn’t much better; he was weak and unconfident. And little want to be gangsters took that to their advantage. Since he couldn’t take any of them on his own they would surround him. But he knocked one out when he was getting harassed. The boy ended up being in a gang and came back with his ghetto buddies. When walking home he got jumped one of the boys stabbed him three times in the chest. He then just laid there bleeding quickly. Thinking about his father and how disappointed he would be. Barely in time an old man found him and got help. He spent 3 weeks in the hospital before he went home. But it just got worst. The gangsters came back but this time to his house. But he wasn’t home he was getting checked out of the hospital. His mom was though. She was torn apart by hundreds of bullets. He came home only to see body parts lying across the ground. The only thing left was a cross around her neck. He sat on his porch and stared into space. He wished them dead. Then the old man who helped him appeared as if he never walked over.
“Do you want revenge?”
“What?”
“Do you want to hear them cry as they were torn apart like you mother?”
“How could I do it?”
“Just sign my arm and I’ll tell u”
On his left forearm was a tattoo of a contract. He couldn’t read it the cursive was too much. On his right was a beast that’s eyes seemed to follow him as he moved. Tattoo he old man gave him a pen and he signed the contract. The old man reached out to shake his hand. Hastily he reached out. The man started laughing while the tattoo of the creature crawled on to his arm. He couldn’t pull away the man’s laugh got deeper while he seemed to morph larger and hairier.
I woke up in my bed. Walking into the living room I see my dead mother’s body parts lying across the ground. The carpet stained a dark cherry red. It seemed to faze me in no way. But I knew I would get blamed for the death. I turned on the television to see if they knew about my mother yet. Then a breaking news bar came up.
“Ten teen boys torn apart by unknown killer...”
Thoughts like;
“Was it me?”
“Is it my fault?” Start to run through my mind.
The reporter continues; “on one of the victim’s phone was a picture of the killer.
A picture of a wolf looking creature pops on the screen. It looked just like the tattoo on that man’s arm. Remembering it crawling on to my arm I quickly look at my arm. There it was, the night before was not a dream it really did happen.
On the screen comes up a shadowy figure hunched over and much larger than a man.
I ran out the door and didn’t stop before I knew it I was out of the city. Amazingly I didn’t stop. I felt stronger, I even looked like it. But while I was admiring my newly found strength someone said my name from behind.
I turned and it was the most beautiful woman i had ever seen.
