"I'm money baby, I'm money" Kenneth heard Brett saying from his room. "Why is he always saying that?" Kenneth asked Ashley, They had been snuggled up on the couch for the better part of the evening watching Angel episodes.
"I think because he's money." She responded.
"And its just that type of thinking that just encourages him." Kenneth responded
"Well I think he's cute and if it makes him feel better then I think its a good idea." Ashley stated
A couple episodes of Angel later and they decided to call it quits. "Ok babe, My lips are getting chappy maybe you should head home?" Kenneth prompted
"Maybe your right, it is getting late and I have to work tomorrow." She replied stretching.
"Ok Honey, I'll see you tomorrow" Ashley pulled on her jacket and quietly slipped out the front door.
"Aaahh, did Ashley leave?" Brett asked limping down the hall.
"Yeah dude, you just missed her." Kenneth replied.
"Dammit! I was hoping to see her."
"See her what?" Kenneth asked a bit defensively
"Her beautiful smiling face obviously.... and her rocking body."
Brett had barely been able to have a conversation since he came home that didn't involve Ashley and it was starting to get on Kenneth's nerves.
"Well that's a bummer, maybe you should run out and... oh that's right, you were mauled by an evil werewolf and you cant.. dang the luck." Kenneth said ornerly.
"Ok sorry dude, don't take it so personally, I'd do anything to be the lady's man you are." Brett said hanging his head a bit lower now. "Even before you started dating Ash you were going on like.. thirteen or fourteen dates a year!"
"Well... uh... I really don't know what to say to that right now, other then you never will be of course.. I'm going to bed, we can talk about it in the morning." Kenneth said factually
Kenneth layed in bed restlessly, it had been ten or fifteen minutes since Brett had started snoring and Kenneth only had thing on his mind. "I'm hungry ok!" He admitted to himself in the mirror propped against his dresser. "I'm getting up.."
Leaving the house he headed up Farmington Canyon toward the lower campsites, no doubt there would be a few jerks getting drunk and causing a scene, basically ruining anyone elses camping. Kenneth made it up the road in no time and was soon perched mid way up a hill with a view of two campsites below, both containing especially rowdy groups.
"On the one hand those guys over there are just being so freaking loud, I'm not even sure you can buy that music in stores, but then there's this guy over there and for hell sakes, is that? Oh my gosh it is, that's a mullet." Kenneth debated. "Its so hard trying to eat and help humanity at the same time.. I wonder how forgiving those lycans are?" Kenneth wondered out loud, "After all, they do have an opening" Kenneth chuckled at the idea of him being evil. "Oh that's rich."
He'd decided on Mullet and moved quickly but quietly down the hill.
"Hey Beer and stuff WOO HOOO" Mullet shouted at his partner in crime "Beer Bong"
"I know man, I know!" Beer Bong responded following suit.
....Oh wow and I thought the guy on the unicycle was bad, I think these guys take the cake....
Kenneth debated on whether to just wait till Beer Bongs back was turned to grab Mullet or if he should wait till they finally passed out and then play up the whole "wild animal attack." It was always a good laugh. In the end though he decided against waiting for these two to fall asleep, there was something a little homoerotic about the way Mullet kept complementing Beer Bong and he didn't want to witness anything he didn't want to. Its like Brett always said, "There are just some things you cant un see."
Just as he was ready to make his move an empty beer bottle came hurdeling in from somewhere in the neighboring camp site barley missing Beer Bongs head. "Hey man, whatn d hell?" Mullet shouted angrily.
"What's that?" Came a reply from the other campsite. "I couldn't hear you with all that hair getting in the way?"
"Oh its on, it's on now" Mullet shouted back enraged. "Hold me back Steve-o"
"Billy Ray Cyrus called, he wants his hair back" Shouted one of the guys from the other campsite, presumably the one who had thrown the bottle
Beer Bong, aka Steve-o was to busy throwing up and crying for his Momma to render any aid.
"Ok then, now this is happening." Screamed Mullet, then he was off, heading toward the neighboring campsite.
Kenneth struggled with the decision of whether or not to just wait it out and go home hungry.
.....would it be worth it to just come up here for a laugh every weekend or should I just eat this wipe....
In the end Kenneth decided he could always go to the fair grounds any day to see rednecks and followed the advise of his stomach. He darted quickly between the campsites, waiting till Mullet was in the dark space seporating the two campfire's light to attack. In the end Mullet turned at the last second at wet himself at the sight of the hungry werewolf rushing him. Kenneth was hungry but not that hungry and in the end changed course to avoid Mullet and his soggy pants.
....Well thats great... he thought, ... I guess I am going home hungry...
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Chaptor *
"Wake up Honey," Ashley cooed, "Come one, I've got your favorite, Strawberry milk and toast."
Brett opened his eyes to a panoramic shot down Ashley's tank top.
"Is this heaven?" He asked himself quietly
"Oh honey you're so cute, its good to have you home from the hospital. Kenneth never responds that well to my chest. It's all. "Babe, put them away, I'm serious" Ashley quoted Kenneth in a low mocking voice.
"And Kenneth tells me not to be such a.." Brett stopped himself realizing that the familiar words were a quote from Ashley to Kenneth in just that situation...
"It's ok, I'll wear him down" She replied with a smile.
"Well I have to run, but I'll check up on you ok?" She smiled walking out of the room.
Moments later Kenneth was walking in to collect the empty dishes.
"How'd you like that?" Kenneth chuckled as he walked in. "Hi yeah, I've got to run to my job at Hooters." Kenneth mocked in a high pitched english accent.
"Uh.. she's not English.. is she? Brett asked winching between the light laughter.
"Yeah yeah whatever.. I'm trying to be a vegetarian and she's walking around like that... I don't know how much longer I can last.." Kenneth said, mostly to himself..
"Well dude I don't know what that means but if its sexual innuendo then I agree. If you dump her can I ask her out? Does she like hybrid cars?
"Well I'm pretty sure she is into hybrids but I don't think she cares about cars and all that."
Kenneth walked out to avoid the question, He still wasn't sure if he was going to tell him, and the way Brett was thinking he probably took that last comment as sexual innuendo. Kenneth of course was referring to his awesomeness as a werewolf. .... Just tell him you twit, he'll remember soon enough anyway and then you'll have to tell him about it..... Kenneth shook the voice out of his head and put the dishes in the sink. It was getting late and he had already decided on going to bed early.
The full moon was high in the sky and shining through the window when Kenneth woke up. Rising mesmerisedly his eyes focused sharply on the full moon the transformation begun and as his shorts ripped he threw his head back howling at the full moon. .... why cant it be like that, he thought looking at himself in the mirror across the room, it would be so much cooler then just pants ripping ... this is bull. He then changed back and changed his shorts. He could hear Brett crying in his sleep from the other room.
"Great" He muttered under his breath. Ashley had obviously not stopped by to check on him... he thought to himself.. though, sometimes she makes me want to cry. Kenneth paused as the thought crossed his mind. Slipping quietly through the door he could see Brett curled up under his blanket, all except his leg which was in a cast and kept straight.
"No wonder your crying" Kenneth whispered in a low tone. "That looks horrible."
Kenneth quietly shook Brett's shoulder. "Wake up pookey"
Brett Flinched and screamed grabbing a glass beside his bed smashed it across Kenneth's forehead. There was a large gash and a piece of glass stuck protruding from the wound.
"Brett," he said calmly. "Stop screaming."
"I remember everything." Brett shook "You... it.... you, it....."
"Are you going to kill me?" He asked, still shaking.
"Dude, If I was going to kill you I would have done it that time you about broke my leg kicking me in the shins after I bench pressed the chair you were trying to sleep in... though that was before all this happened to me. Besides, the way my forehead feels you're the one trying to kill me."
That last comment seemed to lighten the mood enough for Brett to keep from passing out.
"Listen" Kenneth said, returning to Brett's room after tending to his forehead in the bathroom. The creature who attacked you was a Lycan. The are an evil string of werewolves. I think they might be Gods to the Unifier's or something.. I could smell them all over Philly Cream Cheese when he was here. I'm not sure what brought him here...
Brett opened his eyes to a panoramic shot down Ashley's tank top.
"Is this heaven?" He asked himself quietly
"Oh honey you're so cute, its good to have you home from the hospital. Kenneth never responds that well to my chest. It's all. "Babe, put them away, I'm serious" Ashley quoted Kenneth in a low mocking voice.
"And Kenneth tells me not to be such a.." Brett stopped himself realizing that the familiar words were a quote from Ashley to Kenneth in just that situation...
"It's ok, I'll wear him down" She replied with a smile.
"Well I have to run, but I'll check up on you ok?" She smiled walking out of the room.
Moments later Kenneth was walking in to collect the empty dishes.
"How'd you like that?" Kenneth chuckled as he walked in. "Hi yeah, I've got to run to my job at Hooters." Kenneth mocked in a high pitched english accent.
"Uh.. she's not English.. is she? Brett asked winching between the light laughter.
"Yeah yeah whatever.. I'm trying to be a vegetarian and she's walking around like that... I don't know how much longer I can last.." Kenneth said, mostly to himself..
"Well dude I don't know what that means but if its sexual innuendo then I agree. If you dump her can I ask her out? Does she like hybrid cars?
"Well I'm pretty sure she is into hybrids but I don't think she cares about cars and all that."
Kenneth walked out to avoid the question, He still wasn't sure if he was going to tell him, and the way Brett was thinking he probably took that last comment as sexual innuendo. Kenneth of course was referring to his awesomeness as a werewolf. .... Just tell him you twit, he'll remember soon enough anyway and then you'll have to tell him about it..... Kenneth shook the voice out of his head and put the dishes in the sink. It was getting late and he had already decided on going to bed early.
The full moon was high in the sky and shining through the window when Kenneth woke up. Rising mesmerisedly his eyes focused sharply on the full moon the transformation begun and as his shorts ripped he threw his head back howling at the full moon. .... why cant it be like that, he thought looking at himself in the mirror across the room, it would be so much cooler then just pants ripping ... this is bull. He then changed back and changed his shorts. He could hear Brett crying in his sleep from the other room.
"Great" He muttered under his breath. Ashley had obviously not stopped by to check on him... he thought to himself.. though, sometimes she makes me want to cry. Kenneth paused as the thought crossed his mind. Slipping quietly through the door he could see Brett curled up under his blanket, all except his leg which was in a cast and kept straight.
"No wonder your crying" Kenneth whispered in a low tone. "That looks horrible."
Kenneth quietly shook Brett's shoulder. "Wake up pookey"
Brett Flinched and screamed grabbing a glass beside his bed smashed it across Kenneth's forehead. There was a large gash and a piece of glass stuck protruding from the wound.
"Brett," he said calmly. "Stop screaming."
"I remember everything." Brett shook "You... it.... you, it....."
"Are you going to kill me?" He asked, still shaking.
"Dude, If I was going to kill you I would have done it that time you about broke my leg kicking me in the shins after I bench pressed the chair you were trying to sleep in... though that was before all this happened to me. Besides, the way my forehead feels you're the one trying to kill me."
That last comment seemed to lighten the mood enough for Brett to keep from passing out.
"Listen" Kenneth said, returning to Brett's room after tending to his forehead in the bathroom. The creature who attacked you was a Lycan. The are an evil string of werewolves. I think they might be Gods to the Unifier's or something.. I could smell them all over Philly Cream Cheese when he was here. I'm not sure what brought him here...
"Dude, werewolfs are not Gods to the Unifiers, More like John Travolta. Duh man duh!"
"Fine, sorry jer"...
"Oh Man!" Brett interrupted, "do you think he was the one that killed them all up in the mountains?"
"uh... yeah.... maybe..."Sunday, December 21, 2008
Chaptor &
"Maybe Russia," Kenneth replied.
"Kenneth, what have I told you about being so spineless." Ashley responded. "We aren't breaking up ok, and you cant make me think you moved away ok. Stop being such a baby. You know I'm hot and you cant do any better then me so just give up."
With that Kenneth stepped out of the Range Rover and moved toward the stairs that lead to the front door of the apartment. "I'm sick of taking her crap," "I'm just so powerless, its all I can do to even disagree with her." He said, as Brett stepped out of his Toyota and they met at the stairs.
"Dude, I don't have time to talk feelings right now you gay!" Brett lashed out, "Look at this!" He added, handing Kenneth the paper."
"Oh wow.. Those poor poor Unifires" Kenneth said half hearted adding, "I'm just glad Ben wasn't there that night."
"How can you tell? this picture is just an illustration of the woods with a menacing campfire and horrifying shadows..." Brett replied.
"Uh... he called for you? or... I saw him.. driving, in his car." Kenneth said nervously pulling at a collar that wasn't there.
"What are you doing with your hand?" Brett asked.
"Uh.. Allergies."
They walked into the apartment and Kenneth threw the paper on the table and opened the fridge.
"Let me guess, another bear attack, no witnesses?"
"Ohh no, there was one guy left alive."
"No there wa.. er, oh really?" Kenneth replied
"Hu? No, this guy crawled to the trail head and was found after this beast half ripped his leg off and broke his neck."
"If his neck was broken how did he crawl?"
"Dude, I'm just telling you what I heard ok! The guy had a broken pelvis or something, whatever. Point is, he was able to give a description before he went into the coma or died or something." Brett said in near hysterics.
"Really, well what did he say, it was a bear?" Kenneth asked
"Drop the Bear story dude, he said it was.. well like a dude, only bigger and muscles and thicker hair and like a wolverine hair cut with a full beard and fangs and claws or something."
"Well that's quite the description" Kenneth said, acting disinterested.
"Oh but that's not all, They said his pants were ripped.. is that weird, that a monster would wear pants?"
"Who said anything about him being a monster!"
Kenneth was getting defensive..
.. ok jeppy, just cool down now. lets take it easy... that's it get the nestle out.. mmmm strawberry milk your favorite....
"Anyway, I just don't think we should go camping this weekend like we planned." said Brett.
"We're going camping this weekend?"
"Oh I forgot to ask you, do you want to go camping this weekend?"
"Uh, sure." answered Kenneth with the first hint of excitement Brett had heard on his voice in a long time.
"I think we should lay off till this monster deal cools off."
"Wait." replied Kenneth, "Are we going camping or not?"
"Didn't we just go over this?"
Kenneth retired to his room to go to bed. It was about 11 and he was trying to get on a bit more human sleeping schedule, and he had decided to pack a bag in case they were going camping.
AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
That's odd, Kenneth's brain clicked on. That squirrel is freaking out.
AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Hmm, there it is again. Wait, that squirrel sounds just like Brett. wait... is his girlfriend over? Better wake up and check it out...
Kenneth opened his eyes, and quietly sliding out of his room he headed for Bretts.
*cough*
Kenneth's nose as filled with a terrible smell. He new instantly it was a Lycan. He took a deep breath and threw his body against the door, it gave way and he crashed through, quickly landing on his feet facing Brett and his attacker. Brett was covered with blood and it was obvious his leg was broken. he had a long gash in his shirt and his chest was bleeding.
"Leave now!, this human is mine!" Kenneth growled through his fangs
The Lycan turned, his eyes red. He rushed for Kenneth who meet him head on, one hand squeezing the Lycans neck and edging it back slightly, just enough for Kenneth to avoid the attackers teeth. He swiftly gripped the creatures belt and with all his might, drove the Wolf back and through the open window he had obviously used as an entrance. Together they crashed on the grass two stories below the window, Kenneth had the advantage and began slashing at his opponents midsection. In an instant Kenneth was thrown back across the lawn and in the seconds it took I'm to regain his balance he was being rushed. Quickly he side stepped the attacker and wrapping is large hands around the beasts head, with a quick jerk the battle was over.
Kenneths mind raced, Brett was very well dieing and yet, he had to do something with the body. Brett climbed to the bedroom window and looked down at Brett from over the bed. He swiftly pulled the sheets from under him and rapped him tightly. Afterword he ran to the kitchen and called 911, reported in broken Spanish that there was an attack in the trails behind the apartments and carried Brett toward the trail head. As he dropped him he could hear the ambulance approaching. He returned to the lawn outside the apartment and carried the body into the mountains. He would have to dispose of it before daylight, then clean up the apartment. There was no telling how long Brett would be in the hospital before they let him out.
"Kenneth, what have I told you about being so spineless." Ashley responded. "We aren't breaking up ok, and you cant make me think you moved away ok. Stop being such a baby. You know I'm hot and you cant do any better then me so just give up."
With that Kenneth stepped out of the Range Rover and moved toward the stairs that lead to the front door of the apartment. "I'm sick of taking her crap," "I'm just so powerless, its all I can do to even disagree with her." He said, as Brett stepped out of his Toyota and they met at the stairs.
"Dude, I don't have time to talk feelings right now you gay!" Brett lashed out, "Look at this!" He added, handing Kenneth the paper."
"Oh wow.. Those poor poor Unifires" Kenneth said half hearted adding, "I'm just glad Ben wasn't there that night."
"How can you tell? this picture is just an illustration of the woods with a menacing campfire and horrifying shadows..." Brett replied.
"Uh... he called for you? or... I saw him.. driving, in his car." Kenneth said nervously pulling at a collar that wasn't there.
"What are you doing with your hand?" Brett asked.
"Uh.. Allergies."
They walked into the apartment and Kenneth threw the paper on the table and opened the fridge.
"Let me guess, another bear attack, no witnesses?"
"Ohh no, there was one guy left alive."
"No there wa.. er, oh really?" Kenneth replied
"Hu? No, this guy crawled to the trail head and was found after this beast half ripped his leg off and broke his neck."
"If his neck was broken how did he crawl?"
"Dude, I'm just telling you what I heard ok! The guy had a broken pelvis or something, whatever. Point is, he was able to give a description before he went into the coma or died or something." Brett said in near hysterics.
"Really, well what did he say, it was a bear?" Kenneth asked
"Drop the Bear story dude, he said it was.. well like a dude, only bigger and muscles and thicker hair and like a wolverine hair cut with a full beard and fangs and claws or something."
"Well that's quite the description" Kenneth said, acting disinterested.
"Oh but that's not all, They said his pants were ripped.. is that weird, that a monster would wear pants?"
"Who said anything about him being a monster!"
Kenneth was getting defensive..
.. ok jeppy, just cool down now. lets take it easy... that's it get the nestle out.. mmmm strawberry milk your favorite....
"Anyway, I just don't think we should go camping this weekend like we planned." said Brett.
"We're going camping this weekend?"
"Oh I forgot to ask you, do you want to go camping this weekend?"
"Uh, sure." answered Kenneth with the first hint of excitement Brett had heard on his voice in a long time.
"I think we should lay off till this monster deal cools off."
"Wait." replied Kenneth, "Are we going camping or not?"
"Didn't we just go over this?"
Kenneth retired to his room to go to bed. It was about 11 and he was trying to get on a bit more human sleeping schedule, and he had decided to pack a bag in case they were going camping.
AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
That's odd, Kenneth's brain clicked on. That squirrel is freaking out.
AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Hmm, there it is again. Wait, that squirrel sounds just like Brett. wait... is his girlfriend over? Better wake up and check it out...
Kenneth opened his eyes, and quietly sliding out of his room he headed for Bretts.
*cough*
Kenneth's nose as filled with a terrible smell. He new instantly it was a Lycan. He took a deep breath and threw his body against the door, it gave way and he crashed through, quickly landing on his feet facing Brett and his attacker. Brett was covered with blood and it was obvious his leg was broken. he had a long gash in his shirt and his chest was bleeding.
"Leave now!, this human is mine!" Kenneth growled through his fangs
The Lycan turned, his eyes red. He rushed for Kenneth who meet him head on, one hand squeezing the Lycans neck and edging it back slightly, just enough for Kenneth to avoid the attackers teeth. He swiftly gripped the creatures belt and with all his might, drove the Wolf back and through the open window he had obviously used as an entrance. Together they crashed on the grass two stories below the window, Kenneth had the advantage and began slashing at his opponents midsection. In an instant Kenneth was thrown back across the lawn and in the seconds it took I'm to regain his balance he was being rushed. Quickly he side stepped the attacker and wrapping is large hands around the beasts head, with a quick jerk the battle was over.
Kenneths mind raced, Brett was very well dieing and yet, he had to do something with the body. Brett climbed to the bedroom window and looked down at Brett from over the bed. He swiftly pulled the sheets from under him and rapped him tightly. Afterword he ran to the kitchen and called 911, reported in broken Spanish that there was an attack in the trails behind the apartments and carried Brett toward the trail head. As he dropped him he could hear the ambulance approaching. He returned to the lawn outside the apartment and carried the body into the mountains. He would have to dispose of it before daylight, then clean up the apartment. There was no telling how long Brett would be in the hospital before they let him out.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Chaptor ^
Brett came home to work to find Kenneth sacked out on the sofa watching old re runs of "The Bob Newhart Show."
"Dude, are you serious, Bob Newhart?"
"I've been watching this so long I cant actually even see right now" Kenneth replied.
"Is this the one with the neighbor that's the pilot?"
"Dude, that's I dream of Jeannie"
"You just don't care about anything any more do you." Brett chastised.
With that Kenneth had had enough, and... decided to just sit there and take some more...
"Well skezzy, whats got you so down?" Brett asked, changing the subject.
"I'm just really upset about things with Ashley, last night she wouldn't stop trying to take her clothes off and when I stopped her the last time she told me, and I quote. "Kenneth, quit being such a gay"
"Wow, dude, that's ruff, how are you feeling about that right now?"
"F'ed up that's how I'm feeling, and this Newhart Communist crap is only making it worse."
"Ok then I'll just be jumping in the shower now..."
"You cant trick me," Kenneth yelled. "I'm not coming in there after you!"
Minutes later Kenneth was standing in the kitchen listening to Brett sing a number of songs from White Christmas from the shower. "Brett" he whispered to himself, sometimes you make me hurt inside." Kenneth wished he could just come out and tell Brett he was a Werewolf. He sometimes wished the transformation was more obvious, ...like when Vampires.... Kenneth thought to himself.... they turn into those disgusting creatures.. wings.. seriously, 1790 called, they want there stereotype back. "Gosh!, why am I only funny when no one else is around!"
Kenneth had actually been in his werewolf form several times when Brett came home from work, probably the only reason he didn't say anything was because Kenneth has covered his torn pants with a blanket just before the door opened.
"Brett!" Kenneth yelled down the hall.
"Yeah?" He heard coming from the bathroom.
"Remind me to tell you something funny when you get out."
"How funny is it?" Brett yelled back, "Should I get out now?"
"UHH, no.. no I guess you should just finish up there and I'll tell you later." Kenneth replied.
"Ok, not that funny hu.. don't forget though!"
Brett had been acting extra nice since Kenneth saved him just before he fell of the roof. Maybe those Unifier Meetings were starting to get to him. They say that when someone does undercover work for to long they start to become the character they create.. maybe that's why Brett was singing so much in the shower lately..
"Dude, are you serious, Bob Newhart?"
"I've been watching this so long I cant actually even see right now" Kenneth replied.
"Is this the one with the neighbor that's the pilot?"
"Dude, that's I dream of Jeannie"
"You just don't care about anything any more do you." Brett chastised.
With that Kenneth had had enough, and... decided to just sit there and take some more...
"Well skezzy, whats got you so down?" Brett asked, changing the subject.
"I'm just really upset about things with Ashley, last night she wouldn't stop trying to take her clothes off and when I stopped her the last time she told me, and I quote. "Kenneth, quit being such a gay"
"Wow, dude, that's ruff, how are you feeling about that right now?"
"F'ed up that's how I'm feeling, and this Newhart Communist crap is only making it worse."
"Ok then I'll just be jumping in the shower now..."
"You cant trick me," Kenneth yelled. "I'm not coming in there after you!"
Minutes later Kenneth was standing in the kitchen listening to Brett sing a number of songs from White Christmas from the shower. "Brett" he whispered to himself, sometimes you make me hurt inside." Kenneth wished he could just come out and tell Brett he was a Werewolf. He sometimes wished the transformation was more obvious, ...like when Vampires.... Kenneth thought to himself.... they turn into those disgusting creatures.. wings.. seriously, 1790 called, they want there stereotype back. "Gosh!, why am I only funny when no one else is around!"
Kenneth had actually been in his werewolf form several times when Brett came home from work, probably the only reason he didn't say anything was because Kenneth has covered his torn pants with a blanket just before the door opened.
"Brett!" Kenneth yelled down the hall.
"Yeah?" He heard coming from the bathroom.
"Remind me to tell you something funny when you get out."
"How funny is it?" Brett yelled back, "Should I get out now?"
"UHH, no.. no I guess you should just finish up there and I'll tell you later." Kenneth replied.
"Ok, not that funny hu.. don't forget though!"
Brett had been acting extra nice since Kenneth saved him just before he fell of the roof. Maybe those Unifier Meetings were starting to get to him. They say that when someone does undercover work for to long they start to become the character they create.. maybe that's why Brett was singing so much in the shower lately..
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Chaptor %
"I'm money baby, I'm money"
Brett had been saying stupid things like that all morning, he was in the bathroom, the shower more accurately, he'd been in there for about 40 min and Kenneth shuttered as to what he was doing, "I'm money baby" What is that, Kenneth asked the TV. The shower finally turned off and Kenneth heard Brett again, he could only assume he was in front of the mirror.
"Oh yeaahh, snap it to a slim Jim." "My gosh I am good looking, Whitbeck will those good looks ever die?"
That was when Kenneth realised what friendship really was. He had never wanted to eat someone so bad.. but he had a high tolerance for pain and knew he would be totally alone if it wasn't for Brett, he was the only person he could be tot.. well partially honest with even though he remained oblivious to all that Ken had told him. Why else would someone be the same thing EVERY YEAR for Halloween.
"Ok dude I'm off to work, What are you doing today?" Asked Brett as he pulled his hoodie over his head.
"I don't know dude, I'm not feeling very good, a bit sluggish... , I think it might be food poisoning."
"Maybe you just need to go sit on the pot for a while, it usually helps me."
"Wow.. that's.. I don't know what that is.."
Kenneth supposed that Brett was trying to make up for singing its raining men every morning in the shower by saying "strait things." Judging by how thick he was laying it on he was likely to come home with tank tops and hot pants tonight.
Kenneth knew he wasn't lying when he said he felt sluggish and not well but it was more then likely the fact that he hadn't fed since he came back from the mountains. In truth he didn't know why he had stayed in the apartment for so long, It wasn't that he didn't like it, He loved hanging out with Brett and acting like the average 20 something single guy, but for some reason he just felt empty. Maybe it was time to go for a hike.
Kenneth drove north toward Ogden following the familiar curves and hills of the old highway. The weather, though cold was good and the mountains were relatively free of snow, he figured he could still find one or two hikers in the hills outside the city. After making his way through town he parked a couple blocks from the roadway that lead up the divide that spurred two trail heads. He made quick time moving up the canyon not following the the road. He was warm despite the fact that he wore only his cross trainers, a loose fitting pair of sweatshorts and a light t-shirt. It was the blood pumping through him as he raced up the mountain that warmed his body, and the thrill of the upcoming hunt. He decided to head west toward Ben Lomand, it was a longer and more secluded trail. There were a couple of steep drop offs where a clumsy hiker could easily slip and fall, "Damit!" He said out loud, "I forgot an extra pair of shorts." Kenneth didn't mind being naked, He just didn't know how everyone else would deal with it.
There was a little trick Kenneth had been practicing in the apartment while Brett was at work. He had been doing some research and found out that some werewolves can turn completely to wolf form. He thought to himself that today might be the perfect time to try it if he couldn't find anyone alone.
Sitting in a perch half way up a large tree Kenneth hung his shorts on a branch and surveyed the trail leading toward the high peak. He could see a young woman trotting briskly up the trail, she was fit and had obviously traveled along this trail many times, "Oh this is great, the one time I have to go without pants... oh man she's going to see everything" ...Come on Jeppy, she's not going to see anything, you're going to sneak up behind her and she'll never hear... or see a thing.
*********
After retrieving his shorts from the tree Kenneth made his way back to the car. He ignored the trail and went down the western slope of the mountain, then moved east along the outskirts of town toward the block where he had left his car. He made it to his car just at dusk and ignored the speed limit on his way back to Farmington.
"Hey there you are, woooow you stink.. and your covered in dirt... where have you been?" Asked Brett as Kenneth walked through the door.
"I went for a hike today and I ate it down about half the mountain.. or at least it felt like it." Kenneth lied
"Well what happened to your shorts?"
"What do you mean?" Kenneth quickly responded. "There fine!"
"Sorry dude, normally after you go for a hike... or a walk.. or, well basically any time your out by yourself you end up coming back with your shorts hanging off you by a thread. You have to be the most unlucky person I know." Brett responded.
"Don't you know anything dude?! Gosh!"
Kenneth stormed off to his room, "Your so insensitive!" He shouted as he slammed the door behind him.
Brett had been saying stupid things like that all morning, he was in the bathroom, the shower more accurately, he'd been in there for about 40 min and Kenneth shuttered as to what he was doing, "I'm money baby" What is that, Kenneth asked the TV. The shower finally turned off and Kenneth heard Brett again, he could only assume he was in front of the mirror.
"Oh yeaahh, snap it to a slim Jim." "My gosh I am good looking, Whitbeck will those good looks ever die?"
That was when Kenneth realised what friendship really was. He had never wanted to eat someone so bad.. but he had a high tolerance for pain and knew he would be totally alone if it wasn't for Brett, he was the only person he could be tot.. well partially honest with even though he remained oblivious to all that Ken had told him. Why else would someone be the same thing EVERY YEAR for Halloween.
"Ok dude I'm off to work, What are you doing today?" Asked Brett as he pulled his hoodie over his head.
"I don't know dude, I'm not feeling very good, a bit sluggish... , I think it might be food poisoning."
"Maybe you just need to go sit on the pot for a while, it usually helps me."
"Wow.. that's.. I don't know what that is.."
Kenneth supposed that Brett was trying to make up for singing its raining men every morning in the shower by saying "strait things." Judging by how thick he was laying it on he was likely to come home with tank tops and hot pants tonight.
Kenneth knew he wasn't lying when he said he felt sluggish and not well but it was more then likely the fact that he hadn't fed since he came back from the mountains. In truth he didn't know why he had stayed in the apartment for so long, It wasn't that he didn't like it, He loved hanging out with Brett and acting like the average 20 something single guy, but for some reason he just felt empty. Maybe it was time to go for a hike.
Kenneth drove north toward Ogden following the familiar curves and hills of the old highway. The weather, though cold was good and the mountains were relatively free of snow, he figured he could still find one or two hikers in the hills outside the city. After making his way through town he parked a couple blocks from the roadway that lead up the divide that spurred two trail heads. He made quick time moving up the canyon not following the the road. He was warm despite the fact that he wore only his cross trainers, a loose fitting pair of sweatshorts and a light t-shirt. It was the blood pumping through him as he raced up the mountain that warmed his body, and the thrill of the upcoming hunt. He decided to head west toward Ben Lomand, it was a longer and more secluded trail. There were a couple of steep drop offs where a clumsy hiker could easily slip and fall, "Damit!" He said out loud, "I forgot an extra pair of shorts." Kenneth didn't mind being naked, He just didn't know how everyone else would deal with it.
There was a little trick Kenneth had been practicing in the apartment while Brett was at work. He had been doing some research and found out that some werewolves can turn completely to wolf form. He thought to himself that today might be the perfect time to try it if he couldn't find anyone alone.
Sitting in a perch half way up a large tree Kenneth hung his shorts on a branch and surveyed the trail leading toward the high peak. He could see a young woman trotting briskly up the trail, she was fit and had obviously traveled along this trail many times, "Oh this is great, the one time I have to go without pants... oh man she's going to see everything" ...Come on Jeppy, she's not going to see anything, you're going to sneak up behind her and she'll never hear... or see a thing.
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After retrieving his shorts from the tree Kenneth made his way back to the car. He ignored the trail and went down the western slope of the mountain, then moved east along the outskirts of town toward the block where he had left his car. He made it to his car just at dusk and ignored the speed limit on his way back to Farmington.
"Hey there you are, woooow you stink.. and your covered in dirt... where have you been?" Asked Brett as Kenneth walked through the door.
"I went for a hike today and I ate it down about half the mountain.. or at least it felt like it." Kenneth lied
"Well what happened to your shorts?"
"What do you mean?" Kenneth quickly responded. "There fine!"
"Sorry dude, normally after you go for a hike... or a walk.. or, well basically any time your out by yourself you end up coming back with your shorts hanging off you by a thread. You have to be the most unlucky person I know." Brett responded.
"Don't you know anything dude?! Gosh!"
Kenneth stormed off to his room, "Your so insensitive!" He shouted as he slammed the door behind him.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Chaptor $, Thursdays
"Uhhgg I hate thursdays" Kenneth said aloud as he rolled a little to far in his bed landing with a thud on the floor.
"Why?" shouted Brett through the wall from his own bedroom.
"Hu?" Replied Kenneth.
"Thursdays... Whats wrong with thursdays?
"Uh.. Granite sales are down"
"Well that makes a hell of a lot of sense" Brett murmured under his breath, "especially when you don't go to work"
He could have been whispering with the tv on in the apartment next door and Kenneth would have still been able to hear him if he liked. The real reason Kenneth hated thursdays, well not every thursday, just the last thursday of the month. He didn't have allot happening during the day, which he never did but at four he had his monthly meeting of the DWB Werewolves meeting. DWB which stood for Davis Weber and Boxelder, meaning counties. He wasn't sure exactly why he went to these stupid meetings, It was really the last thing he wanted to do, sure it was only supposed to be three hours tops a month but seriously, there was a reason Werewolves kept there own territories and didn't normally mingle.
He spent the day in front of the TV, as usual, dreading the stupid meeting. He wasn't exactly sure why he was so compelled to go to his meeting but it was really all he could think about. There was really nothing on, Oh sure Teen Wolf was on and somehow Teen Wolf 2, About the only thing he shared with that kid was the desire to car surf minus the air guitar of course... "Which reminds me." Kenneth walk into the kitchen and jotted a quick note on the pad hanging by the fridge. Brett.. Car surfing later? Call me. -Studhorse.
"Call me studhorse" or "Call me, Studhorse" ...How is he going to read this.. his grammar isn't exactly the best.. Oh forget it, Kenneth quickly pulled the note off the fridge, "I don't have a cell phone anyway, how is he going to call?" He said walking out the door.
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The door opened and Brett walked into the living room from one of his many supposed dates with women that he dated, not men because he likes women... women..
"Hey Kenneth your home early, AA run short?"
Brett had seen Kenneth by chance going into the meeting one day and thought it was AA. Kenneth was able to convince him he was going to meetings for research... Brett seemed to buy it (good looking, not that bright)
"Oh yeah, it was lame as usual so I skipped out early."
"Well its just research right?" responded Brett.
"Yeah i left early oh and get this, I stopped at this walk in psychotherapy place, you know.. I though it would be a good gag"
"Uh, you thought doing a preliminary session with a psychotherapy would be a good gag?"
"I know right, hilarious. But then I freaking meet the guy right, and he freaking gives me the freaking Werewolf Secret Handshake! I mean, seriously what the hell, first off why wasn't he at the mee...
"Dude, dude, what thee H E L L are you talking about, did you say werewolf secret handshake? I honestly don't know where you get this stuff, maybe next time go strait to the psychotherapy ok, you don't need to quit drinking."
"I kid, I kid. Hey listen, do you want to go car surfing?" Replied Kenneth awkwardly.
"Tell you what, finish your crack, I'm going to bed. If you still want to go car surfing tomorrow I'll think about it but we'll have to take the Galaxy, Its hard to look cool surfing on a Prius."
Kenneth mumbled something that sounded a bit like "not for a freaking homo like you, you freaking homo." Kenneth was always joking around...
"Going for another walk tonight dude?" Brett shouted as he closed the bathroom door behind him.
"No I think I'll just crash." Kenneth was feeling tired, He needed a good night sleep, when he slept in the woods he was on a constant lookout for any danger, not that there was anything that could match him, but he still didn't want to be taken by surprise either, At least here in the apartment the only thing he would have to worry about was Brett waking him up singing "Its raining men" from the bathroom.
"Why?" shouted Brett through the wall from his own bedroom.
"Hu?" Replied Kenneth.
"Thursdays... Whats wrong with thursdays?
"Uh.. Granite sales are down"
"Well that makes a hell of a lot of sense" Brett murmured under his breath, "especially when you don't go to work"
He could have been whispering with the tv on in the apartment next door and Kenneth would have still been able to hear him if he liked. The real reason Kenneth hated thursdays, well not every thursday, just the last thursday of the month. He didn't have allot happening during the day, which he never did but at four he had his monthly meeting of the DWB Werewolves meeting. DWB which stood for Davis Weber and Boxelder, meaning counties. He wasn't sure exactly why he went to these stupid meetings, It was really the last thing he wanted to do, sure it was only supposed to be three hours tops a month but seriously, there was a reason Werewolves kept there own territories and didn't normally mingle.
He spent the day in front of the TV, as usual, dreading the stupid meeting. He wasn't exactly sure why he was so compelled to go to his meeting but it was really all he could think about. There was really nothing on, Oh sure Teen Wolf was on and somehow Teen Wolf 2, About the only thing he shared with that kid was the desire to car surf minus the air guitar of course... "Which reminds me." Kenneth walk into the kitchen and jotted a quick note on the pad hanging by the fridge. Brett.. Car surfing later? Call me. -Studhorse.
"Call me studhorse" or "Call me, Studhorse" ...How is he going to read this.. his grammar isn't exactly the best.. Oh forget it, Kenneth quickly pulled the note off the fridge, "I don't have a cell phone anyway, how is he going to call?" He said walking out the door.
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The door opened and Brett walked into the living room from one of his many supposed dates with women that he dated, not men because he likes women... women..
"Hey Kenneth your home early, AA run short?"
Brett had seen Kenneth by chance going into the meeting one day and thought it was AA. Kenneth was able to convince him he was going to meetings for research... Brett seemed to buy it (good looking, not that bright)
"Oh yeah, it was lame as usual so I skipped out early."
"Well its just research right?" responded Brett.
"Yeah i left early oh and get this, I stopped at this walk in psychotherapy place, you know.. I though it would be a good gag"
"Uh, you thought doing a preliminary session with a psychotherapy would be a good gag?"
"I know right, hilarious. But then I freaking meet the guy right, and he freaking gives me the freaking Werewolf Secret Handshake! I mean, seriously what the hell, first off why wasn't he at the mee...
"Dude, dude, what thee H E L L are you talking about, did you say werewolf secret handshake? I honestly don't know where you get this stuff, maybe next time go strait to the psychotherapy ok, you don't need to quit drinking."
"I kid, I kid. Hey listen, do you want to go car surfing?" Replied Kenneth awkwardly.
"Tell you what, finish your crack, I'm going to bed. If you still want to go car surfing tomorrow I'll think about it but we'll have to take the Galaxy, Its hard to look cool surfing on a Prius."
Kenneth mumbled something that sounded a bit like "not for a freaking homo like you, you freaking homo." Kenneth was always joking around...
"Going for another walk tonight dude?" Brett shouted as he closed the bathroom door behind him.
"No I think I'll just crash." Kenneth was feeling tired, He needed a good night sleep, when he slept in the woods he was on a constant lookout for any danger, not that there was anything that could match him, but he still didn't want to be taken by surprise either, At least here in the apartment the only thing he would have to worry about was Brett waking him up singing "Its raining men" from the bathroom.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Chaptor #
It had been two months since finishing off the doctor and Kenneth was becoming overwhelmed by intense instinct that was dictating his actions more and more. He rarely came home, living in the mountains above Farmington with no more then a sleeping bag and some other very basic necessities.
It was almost dusk, Kenneth had spent the better part of the evening stalking a Doe through one of the more remote part of the Farmington area of the Rocky mountains, if there was such a thing. Most of the locals stayed to the road that lead to the peak, and most of the kids looking for a secluded spot for romance didn't even make it that far. Kenneth now preferred to stay as far from civilization as he could though there was still a lingering desire to be a part of it, thus he stayed in the section of the mountains familure to him but only returned home when the desire became more then he could handle, or to check on his mail.
On this particular day he had made a game of how long he could stalk the deer without being discovered. He had hunted here many times and new he could easily outrun any number of animals in these hills and was growing tired of it. They hardly passed for food as it was, and he had to force himself to hunt. Suddenly he heard something coming from the north, it was moving fast along the tree line when he finally saw it, heading strait for the deer. The second he stepped into the scrub the deer spotted him, though it was to late. The were wolf sprang on the deer breaking its neck instantly then quickly drug it back to the treeline from where it had emerged. Kenneth knew he wasn't the only one of his kind in the general area but Werewolves are very territorial and just the scent of another wolf when moving into a new area was enough to deture any one of his kind from settling. In fact Kenneth had never so much as wiffed another werewolf since he came into the mountains.
...How long have I been here?... Kenneth questioned himself as he sat partially out of shock, still motionless in the clearing where he had first detected the other wolf. The moon was high in the sky now, barely a sliver giving off minimal light. Kenneth saw and heard everything as clearly as if it were day and he could still smell the lingering scent of the intruder to his sanctuary. He was as steady as he was swift as he tracked the other of his kind, rerunning the events of the earlier day over and over, He wondered why the other had not detected him, perhaps his pursuit of the game had overwhelmed his senses. There was another explanation, new werewolves' senses weren't as acute as they became over time and if this wolf hadn't been to the meetings he probably wouldn't have been familure to the scent.
Kenneths mind shifted back to the trail as he reentered town at the northern part of Fruit Heights stopping as he neared the highway, It would be just as easy now to stop at home to get cleaned up. He made an abrupt left and head for home. He could track him just as easily from the driver seat of the Galaxy with the window down and by his reckoning he was well over do for a bath and a shave.
Kenneth woke up when the water turned to cold in the small bathroom of the two bedroom apartment he shared with a friend. The place wasn't fancy but it was nice, tucked into an older part of Farmington on a steet that didn't see much traffic, or trouble. Maybe he wouldn't be doing any tracking after all. The shower felt so good he almost didn't care that he had lost sight of his quarry. He wasn't worried, if the wolf wasn't killing people he would more then likely return to the mountains where he made his last kill. "I'll simply track him, find out who he was and then look for him at the monthly werewolf meetings and politely explain the rules to him, if he doesn't like that, I'll rip his arms off." He said outloud.
"Are you talking to yourself about maming people again" Came a shout from outside the bathroom.
"Sorry, I fell asleep in the shower again. I guess I was dreaming."
"Figures, Im trying to do the dishes but for some apparent reason there isn't any hot water!"
Footsteps trailed off down the hall and Kenneths attention went back to his thoughts.
He could have stayed at home when his parents left on there mission but he wanted to show them that he didn't need there help, though they had never pressured Kenneth to move out or even have a job he did feel a sense that they did expect him to at least make some contribution to society. Moving in with Brett was his chance to show them that.
As he lay there soaking in the cold spray of the shower he thought about those feelings. He did want to help society, He didn't care for the 9 to 5 that most jobs required especial now. He had already decided he wouldn't work anymore.
He thought about the poor sucker he had eaten at EFY, Sure he tasted good, but jerks and criminals taste good too. From now on he decided, he would only eat people who really deserved it. On second though, that guy rode a unicycle... he did deserve it, not to mention he had used his ATM card and cleaned out the saps account, which didn't have alot of money but there was enough to pay his part of the rent for the next few months.
It was almost dusk, Kenneth had spent the better part of the evening stalking a Doe through one of the more remote part of the Farmington area of the Rocky mountains, if there was such a thing. Most of the locals stayed to the road that lead to the peak, and most of the kids looking for a secluded spot for romance didn't even make it that far. Kenneth now preferred to stay as far from civilization as he could though there was still a lingering desire to be a part of it, thus he stayed in the section of the mountains familure to him but only returned home when the desire became more then he could handle, or to check on his mail.
On this particular day he had made a game of how long he could stalk the deer without being discovered. He had hunted here many times and new he could easily outrun any number of animals in these hills and was growing tired of it. They hardly passed for food as it was, and he had to force himself to hunt. Suddenly he heard something coming from the north, it was moving fast along the tree line when he finally saw it, heading strait for the deer. The second he stepped into the scrub the deer spotted him, though it was to late. The were wolf sprang on the deer breaking its neck instantly then quickly drug it back to the treeline from where it had emerged. Kenneth knew he wasn't the only one of his kind in the general area but Werewolves are very territorial and just the scent of another wolf when moving into a new area was enough to deture any one of his kind from settling. In fact Kenneth had never so much as wiffed another werewolf since he came into the mountains.
...How long have I been here?... Kenneth questioned himself as he sat partially out of shock, still motionless in the clearing where he had first detected the other wolf. The moon was high in the sky now, barely a sliver giving off minimal light. Kenneth saw and heard everything as clearly as if it were day and he could still smell the lingering scent of the intruder to his sanctuary. He was as steady as he was swift as he tracked the other of his kind, rerunning the events of the earlier day over and over, He wondered why the other had not detected him, perhaps his pursuit of the game had overwhelmed his senses. There was another explanation, new werewolves' senses weren't as acute as they became over time and if this wolf hadn't been to the meetings he probably wouldn't have been familure to the scent.
Kenneths mind shifted back to the trail as he reentered town at the northern part of Fruit Heights stopping as he neared the highway, It would be just as easy now to stop at home to get cleaned up. He made an abrupt left and head for home. He could track him just as easily from the driver seat of the Galaxy with the window down and by his reckoning he was well over do for a bath and a shave.
Kenneth woke up when the water turned to cold in the small bathroom of the two bedroom apartment he shared with a friend. The place wasn't fancy but it was nice, tucked into an older part of Farmington on a steet that didn't see much traffic, or trouble. Maybe he wouldn't be doing any tracking after all. The shower felt so good he almost didn't care that he had lost sight of his quarry. He wasn't worried, if the wolf wasn't killing people he would more then likely return to the mountains where he made his last kill. "I'll simply track him, find out who he was and then look for him at the monthly werewolf meetings and politely explain the rules to him, if he doesn't like that, I'll rip his arms off." He said outloud.
"Are you talking to yourself about maming people again" Came a shout from outside the bathroom.
"Sorry, I fell asleep in the shower again. I guess I was dreaming."
"Figures, Im trying to do the dishes but for some apparent reason there isn't any hot water!"
Footsteps trailed off down the hall and Kenneths attention went back to his thoughts.
He could have stayed at home when his parents left on there mission but he wanted to show them that he didn't need there help, though they had never pressured Kenneth to move out or even have a job he did feel a sense that they did expect him to at least make some contribution to society. Moving in with Brett was his chance to show them that.
As he lay there soaking in the cold spray of the shower he thought about those feelings. He did want to help society, He didn't care for the 9 to 5 that most jobs required especial now. He had already decided he wouldn't work anymore.
He thought about the poor sucker he had eaten at EFY, Sure he tasted good, but jerks and criminals taste good too. From now on he decided, he would only eat people who really deserved it. On second though, that guy rode a unicycle... he did deserve it, not to mention he had used his ATM card and cleaned out the saps account, which didn't have alot of money but there was enough to pay his part of the rent for the next few months.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Chaptor @
"Tell me Kenneth" commanded the therapist, ....For some reason ever since "it" happened when ever Kenneth was asked something by the humans it always seemed like they were trying to command him...... "Why do you think in these dreams, that your pants are always distressed?"
"Well, wait, did.., haven't you asked me this before?" With that Kenneth had lost his patience, He sprang from the che's lounge and the transformation began and was complete before he reached the Doctor. It was over as quickly as it had started and Kenneth left via the fire escape. I really do need to start wearing sweatpants when there is any chance of killing he thought to himself and he climbed into the classic Ford Galaxy waiting in the ally. Other then the lack of pants no one would have ever suspected Kenneth was more then a fit, well built workoutaholic with shaggy hair and long nails. Werewolves are more like vampires of Legend. Not the over grown dogs of most common folklore. The transformation was subtle but deadly to anyone on the receiving end. But then there were the pants...
Kenneth put the Galaxy in park and walked a short ways through the parking lot into the mall, After picking up several pairs of lounge pants he was off and ready for work, sure he wasn't able to wear the pants there but as far as he figured, he could at least wear them under his pants, it was winter and he could easily pass the double layer off as a need for added warmth as he was frequently traveling and outdoors in his efforts to sell more granite.
Driving out of the parking lot Kenneth's mind drifted back to the greasy therapist, ...What kind of freaking therapist was he anyway, asking the same stupid question over and over, sure my pants turn to shreds despite the comparatively subtle size in bulk my legs take on. Maybe he suspected it was more then a dream. Who's that lady and why is she staring at me. She cant see my pants can she? Stupid greasy therapist give me a belly ache. Why am I so hairy even when I'm in human form? Gosh my stomach really hurts. Where did I put the change that lady in the mall gave me? Oh man am I freaking out? Is this one of those freak out attacks? Come on Jeppy, calm down.. there go all those questions again.. you know what the Doctor said about this... deep breaths... Aahhh that's better....
"Well, wait, did.., haven't you asked me this before?" With that Kenneth had lost his patience, He sprang from the che's lounge and the transformation began and was complete before he reached the Doctor. It was over as quickly as it had started and Kenneth left via the fire escape. I really do need to start wearing sweatpants when there is any chance of killing he thought to himself and he climbed into the classic Ford Galaxy waiting in the ally. Other then the lack of pants no one would have ever suspected Kenneth was more then a fit, well built workoutaholic with shaggy hair and long nails. Werewolves are more like vampires of Legend. Not the over grown dogs of most common folklore. The transformation was subtle but deadly to anyone on the receiving end. But then there were the pants...
Kenneth put the Galaxy in park and walked a short ways through the parking lot into the mall, After picking up several pairs of lounge pants he was off and ready for work, sure he wasn't able to wear the pants there but as far as he figured, he could at least wear them under his pants, it was winter and he could easily pass the double layer off as a need for added warmth as he was frequently traveling and outdoors in his efforts to sell more granite.
Driving out of the parking lot Kenneth's mind drifted back to the greasy therapist, ...What kind of freaking therapist was he anyway, asking the same stupid question over and over, sure my pants turn to shreds despite the comparatively subtle size in bulk my legs take on. Maybe he suspected it was more then a dream. Who's that lady and why is she staring at me. She cant see my pants can she? Stupid greasy therapist give me a belly ache. Why am I so hairy even when I'm in human form? Gosh my stomach really hurts. Where did I put the change that lady in the mall gave me? Oh man am I freaking out? Is this one of those freak out attacks? Come on Jeppy, calm down.. there go all those questions again.. you know what the Doctor said about this... deep breaths... Aahhh that's better....
Monday, December 1, 2008
A bit of something silly,.. but totally and horribly real!
2006
"Ok Kiddies!, Thanks for being so reverent!.. I know EFY's great isn't it! "Remember who you are!" Kenneth said one last goodbye for the day to his EFY students and strolled down the path on the verge of the BYU campus. Class had gotten over a little late but it was a path that Jeppy had followed night after night after class got out and he often wandered them at night just thinking about life and the ongoing pursuit of his eternal companion. He stopped to pick up a paper that someone had carelessly left on the side of the Path. He glanced over the headline as he placed it in the trash bin. "Heck Hound Attacks Another Student" Student Emmet Thompson narrowly escaped the clutches of the heck hound late thursday night at the cost of his best friend and bride to be Angus Chatworth. "She was such a swe... Kenneth quickly lost interest in the sub par article and continued down the trail.
There was someone walking ahead of him on the trail, just far enough that he couldn't quite make out who he was, though he could tell that he was a councilor by the blue polo he was wearing and he was almost sure that it was that loser that he had seen the day before riding his unicycle. Deciding he didn't want to waist to much time on the dork ahead of him he pulled the wad of papers out of his back pocket that he had been preparing the lesson for the next day on. He was thankful for BYU for putting so many light up around campus, it was almost as easy to read in the middle of the night as it would have been in the middle of the day. The School had installed the lighting system to make it easier for the watcher to catch some of the weaker students that would make midnight runs to the local grocery store and then try to sneak Coca Cola back onto the campus.
It was almost midnight now and the full moon was now high in the sky. Kenneth looked up as it emerged from the thin cloud it was painstakingly trying to hide behind. Glancing back at his papers he noticed that the unicycle guy was no longer on the trail.. Where did he go, he thought to himself as nonchalantly scanned the path and the surrounding courtyards. He was absolutely gone! The odd thing decidedly was that there was nowhere for him to go. All the buildings on this part of campus were a locked at night. Kenneth joked to himself that he must have ducked into one of the bushes ahead to use the bathroom. As he got a little closer to the bushes ahead and heard the rustling sound he actually thought that it might have been right! Dread washed over every inch of his body and he approched the scene, the last thing he wanted to do was relive that night he was stuck alone in downtown Ogden after hours.
The guy was coming out of the Bush, "Oh, Kenneth exclaimed." "You were just hiding because you don't have a beard card!!
There was a struggle as Ken dove into the bushes but it was over in min. No one would have ever have noticed, it was over so quickly.
The sun was already high over head when his eyes finally opened. "I must have missed my morning class at least" he said to himself as he emerged from the Bush. His shirt was torn to threads, barley hanging on his tall muscular frame. And... his pants where missing completely. NOOO!!! He screamed, attracting more attention to himself on the busy campus then was decidedly necessary. It seemed like only minutes and he was back at his digs. The whole trip seemed like a blur, At first he thought it really was only min, the time went so quickly but he decided that it had probably just been repressed due to the fact that he was three quarters nude.
I never have figured out where my pants go during the transformation he said to himself as he spead along the freeway toward home. The body would be found soon and against all logic instinct tol him that he needed as much distance between him and the remains as possible. He figured noone would suspect him anyway, He had become more and more "unreliable" in the past year and noone who knew him would think twice about him taking off early. The truth was it was what he had to do to keep his secret. His theropist had told him that his pants dissapearing was due to some underlieing insecuraty he was shedding off when he changed to the Werewolf. Kenneth had decided he just needed looser fitting pants, sure they werent as supportive but pants are expensive and granite sales are down. It was really his only choice.
"Ok Kiddies!, Thanks for being so reverent!.. I know EFY's great isn't it! "Remember who you are!" Kenneth said one last goodbye for the day to his EFY students and strolled down the path on the verge of the BYU campus. Class had gotten over a little late but it was a path that Jeppy had followed night after night after class got out and he often wandered them at night just thinking about life and the ongoing pursuit of his eternal companion. He stopped to pick up a paper that someone had carelessly left on the side of the Path. He glanced over the headline as he placed it in the trash bin. "Heck Hound Attacks Another Student" Student Emmet Thompson narrowly escaped the clutches of the heck hound late thursday night at the cost of his best friend and bride to be Angus Chatworth. "She was such a swe... Kenneth quickly lost interest in the sub par article and continued down the trail.
There was someone walking ahead of him on the trail, just far enough that he couldn't quite make out who he was, though he could tell that he was a councilor by the blue polo he was wearing and he was almost sure that it was that loser that he had seen the day before riding his unicycle. Deciding he didn't want to waist to much time on the dork ahead of him he pulled the wad of papers out of his back pocket that he had been preparing the lesson for the next day on. He was thankful for BYU for putting so many light up around campus, it was almost as easy to read in the middle of the night as it would have been in the middle of the day. The School had installed the lighting system to make it easier for the watcher to catch some of the weaker students that would make midnight runs to the local grocery store and then try to sneak Coca Cola back onto the campus.
It was almost midnight now and the full moon was now high in the sky. Kenneth looked up as it emerged from the thin cloud it was painstakingly trying to hide behind. Glancing back at his papers he noticed that the unicycle guy was no longer on the trail.. Where did he go, he thought to himself as nonchalantly scanned the path and the surrounding courtyards. He was absolutely gone! The odd thing decidedly was that there was nowhere for him to go. All the buildings on this part of campus were a locked at night. Kenneth joked to himself that he must have ducked into one of the bushes ahead to use the bathroom. As he got a little closer to the bushes ahead and heard the rustling sound he actually thought that it might have been right! Dread washed over every inch of his body and he approched the scene, the last thing he wanted to do was relive that night he was stuck alone in downtown Ogden after hours.
The guy was coming out of the Bush, "Oh, Kenneth exclaimed." "You were just hiding because you don't have a beard card!!
There was a struggle as Ken dove into the bushes but it was over in min. No one would have ever have noticed, it was over so quickly.
The sun was already high over head when his eyes finally opened. "I must have missed my morning class at least" he said to himself as he emerged from the Bush. His shirt was torn to threads, barley hanging on his tall muscular frame. And... his pants where missing completely. NOOO!!! He screamed, attracting more attention to himself on the busy campus then was decidedly necessary. It seemed like only minutes and he was back at his digs. The whole trip seemed like a blur, At first he thought it really was only min, the time went so quickly but he decided that it had probably just been repressed due to the fact that he was three quarters nude.
I never have figured out where my pants go during the transformation he said to himself as he spead along the freeway toward home. The body would be found soon and against all logic instinct tol him that he needed as much distance between him and the remains as possible. He figured noone would suspect him anyway, He had become more and more "unreliable" in the past year and noone who knew him would think twice about him taking off early. The truth was it was what he had to do to keep his secret. His theropist had told him that his pants dissapearing was due to some underlieing insecuraty he was shedding off when he changed to the Werewolf. Kenneth had decided he just needed looser fitting pants, sure they werent as supportive but pants are expensive and granite sales are down. It was really his only choice.
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