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in his head, to the point that he wondered if he would even hear the werewolf coming over his own mumblings and arguments. He was sure if anyone overheard him, they would think him completely crazy, and maybe he was, after what just happened.
The idea of him ever losing Heather permanently was a maddening thought. An idea he tried desperately to purge from his mind. It refused to go, and nested itself somewhere between madness and sanity, trying to woo him over closer to the darkness that would ensue if he lost his mind. The back road that was not much more than an alleyway ended into a proper road. An empty one, but still a normal one. It looked like he was going to need to head back and try the other turn.
Sighing, he turned to go, just as he thought he saw movement off to his right. He paused and listened for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing unusual came to his ears, so he hazarded a glance in the direction that he thought he heard the sound. Nothing. No animals, no people, nothing. Great, he thought. Now I'm starting to imagine sounds outside my head. Was he really so desperate to find this beast that he was willing to create phantoms to chase, just to feel like he was doing something to get her back?
Perhaps he needed to go back to his apartment, and wait on his aunt to contact him. The sun was going to be up soon, and even if the werewolf did shape change in the day as well, he doubted he would show himself again. After all, from all accounts he had almost been tagged by the company the last time he showed his face in the daylight. The turn in the road was coming back up. He was going to have to make a decision. Head home and hope to God his aunt wasn't the one who took Heather, or head down to the other side of the 'Y' and hope just maybe, what he was looking for was down there.
He shook his head and almost chuckled to himself.
“Listen to me... I'm just getting desperate now. Hoping deserted streets will somehow lead me to Heather...how sad of me.”
Debris hit the top of a large greenish-blue garbage dumpster, causing Brian to snap out of himself, and send all of his senses on alert. Something was happening. He looked quickly up and down the street, as well as up towards the roof that the debris most likely fell from. Nothing moved to alert him, no sound carried on the wind.
He sniffed the air hoping against hope he might smell something besides the urine that filled the small roadway. Nothing. Not that he ever was much at smelling things out. Still, there was always the chance. The thing in essence was a canine. A giant humanoid one, but a dog nonetheless, and as far as he could always tell in the past, dogs smelled like dogs.
A scratch sound alerted him to movement behind him. It sounded almost like claws on pavement, as he spun around, half crouching, his right hand preparing to reach behind and under his shirt to grasp the knife he had hidden there just in case. The towering figure of a man-shape covered in fur stood in the shadows across from him.
“I could have killed you already.” The wolf spoke with a low growl in his throat. “But then how would you have known why you were dead?”
“I already know why you're hunting me, Dog.” Brian responded. He watched as the werewolf's considerable ears flattened on top of its head.
“You show me far too much disrespect Little One.”
“Why should I show you any respect?” Brian shouted at him “Not after you kidnapped Heather! She did nothing to you.”
“Who?” Garn asked as he stepped further into the alleyway, giving Brian a better look at him. He easily stood seven feet tall, much closer to eight. The gray black fur was well combed, like he had been recently groomed. His humanoid hands ended in sharp claws that were seven or eight inches long. A glance at his feet revealed the same and the reason he had heard his approach.
“Don't lie to me, Garn!”
“You know my name? It
The idea of him ever losing Heather permanently was a maddening thought. An idea he tried desperately to purge from his mind. It refused to go, and nested itself somewhere between madness and sanity, trying to woo him over closer to the darkness that would ensue if he lost his mind. The back road that was not much more than an alleyway ended into a proper road. An empty one, but still a normal one. It looked like he was going to need to head back and try the other turn.
Sighing, he turned to go, just as he thought he saw movement off to his right. He paused and listened for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing unusual came to his ears, so he hazarded a glance in the direction that he thought he heard the sound. Nothing. No animals, no people, nothing. Great, he thought. Now I'm starting to imagine sounds outside my head. Was he really so desperate to find this beast that he was willing to create phantoms to chase, just to feel like he was doing something to get her back?
Perhaps he needed to go back to his apartment, and wait on his aunt to contact him. The sun was going to be up soon, and even if the werewolf did shape change in the day as well, he doubted he would show himself again. After all, from all accounts he had almost been tagged by the company the last time he showed his face in the daylight. The turn in the road was coming back up. He was going to have to make a decision. Head home and hope to God his aunt wasn't the one who took Heather, or head down to the other side of the 'Y' and hope just maybe, what he was looking for was down there.
He shook his head and almost chuckled to himself.
“Listen to me... I'm just getting desperate now. Hoping deserted streets will somehow lead me to Heather...how sad of me.”
Debris hit the top of a large greenish-blue garbage dumpster, causing Brian to snap out of himself, and send all of his senses on alert. Something was happening. He looked quickly up and down the street, as well as up towards the roof that the debris most likely fell from. Nothing moved to alert him, no sound carried on the wind.
He sniffed the air hoping against hope he might smell something besides the urine that filled the small roadway. Nothing. Not that he ever was much at smelling things out. Still, there was always the chance. The thing in essence was a canine. A giant humanoid one, but a dog nonetheless, and as far as he could always tell in the past, dogs smelled like dogs.
A scratch sound alerted him to movement behind him. It sounded almost like claws on pavement, as he spun around, half crouching, his right hand preparing to reach behind and under his shirt to grasp the knife he had hidden there just in case. The towering figure of a man-shape covered in fur stood in the shadows across from him.
“I could have killed you already.” The wolf spoke with a low growl in his throat. “But then how would you have known why you were dead?”
“I already know why you're hunting me, Dog.” Brian responded. He watched as the werewolf's considerable ears flattened on top of its head.
“You show me far too much disrespect Little One.”
“Why should I show you any respect?” Brian shouted at him “Not after you kidnapped Heather! She did nothing to you.”
“Who?” Garn asked as he stepped further into the alleyway, giving Brian a better look at him. He easily stood seven feet tall, much closer to eight. The gray black fur was well combed, like he had been recently groomed. His humanoid hands ended in sharp claws that were seven or eight inches long. A glance at his feet revealed the same and the reason he had heard his approach.
“Don't lie to me, Garn!”
“You know my name? It
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