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"Why don't we go for a drive?" Brett asked.

"I don't want to go for a drive, I'm ornery." Kenneth replied

"Do you want to go eat another unicycle mullet wearing hillbilly?

"OK OK, I'll get my keys.. Kenneth trailed off as he headed for his room

"Don't you want to take the Toyota?" Brett asked sarcastically

"Don't make me gag." Kenneth replied as he returned from his room down the hall.

Kenneth pulled out of the driveway and headed toward the main drag. The motor roared as he worked the gas.



"This is real freedom, isn't it?" Brett exclaimed as they cruised down Ogden's main drag.

"Uh... not exactly." Kenneth replied, his mind trailed off to when he was spending most his time in the mountains. That was real freedom. No rules, no having to account to anyone for his actions. Sleeping when he wanted to sleep, eating when he wanted to eat... then there was more sleeping. All in all it was the life he wished he could live forever. He honestly felt totally free. But he could not deny that he longed for life with people and though he wished he could spend all this time in the woods, it would never work.

"Kenneth!" Brett screamed and Kenneth swerved to avoid a car crossing perpendicular through the intersection.

"Dude, you've ran like three red lights. Pull over, let's stop at Maceys real quick.


"Why do you want to stop at Maceys?" Kenneth questioned.

"Uh.. habit, we used to work there and it rocked." Brett answered.

"Actually, it didn't." Kenneth replied snidely.

"Fine dude, whatever let me go to the candy isle and get a delicious Idaho spud candy treat."

"You are verging on unicycle right now." Kenneth warned

"Hey super, bag the spud idea. Back to the car!" Brett replied full of forced enthusiasm.

Pulling back onto the main drag Kenneth decided a more rural drive was in order and headed for Ogden canyon. It took Brett all the way to the very last turn toward the canyon before he realized they weren't "dragging main", as Brett put it. Mostly because he was going on and on. When he got this way he had a tendency to black out from the real world.

"Dude, where are we going?" Brett asked confused.

"Uh... oh ok.. oh.. wait, I get it. Hot, up the canyon chicks and things right!" Brett was starting to sound excited at the prospect. "Dude, I have to say, since I found out that you Werewolves are real I've been dreaming about a hot she werewolf." Brett admitted a little embarrassed. "That's where we're going tonight isn't it!"

"I know.. I've seen the history on your computer." Kenneth replied. "The only thing I cant figure out is from looking at the list... it must have taken you hours of searching to find out there are no.. how did you put it? "she werewolf's naked parts... I promise you right now we aren't meeting any "hot she wolves" tonight."

"yeah... I know.. it was a Saturday and uh.. well. I was board.. and a little... well, you know." Brett was sounding more and more sheepish.


Brett didn't say much as they headed through the canyon, much to Kenneth's delight,

You shouldn't be so hard on him, he thought to himself.

How can I not be, and why is he always acting so gay?

Kenneth's mind trailed off to a memory of going rock climbing with Brett. He had been dangling Brett over a ledge to unhook a rope they were using when he sat on a cactus and dropped Brett about 15 feet onto a ledge. The ledge stopped him from falling the additional 50 feet and there for had most likely saved his life but he did hit his head pretty hard..

"Well, that explains it." Kenneth said out loud

"Dude, I'm sorry ok! I was just curious and I turned to the Internet! Let it go already."

"What?" Kenneth replied.. "Oh.. uh, yeah.. needs."

They continued through the canyon and moved east past the lake toward the mountains. The road curved north as it made a loop around the far side of the lake, Kenneth was planning on following the road all the way around and back through the canyon when suddenly he caught a foul scent on the air.

Brett's forehead slammed suddenly against the hard dash of the old Galaxy.

"Fetch dude, that fetching hurt like fetch!" Brett growled in an angry tone. Kenneth had to try hard to keep a straight face.

"Well Fetch dude, fetching fetch fetch ya'll biskethead." Was the only reply Kenneth could muster. He mashed down on the gas and made a sharp right, heading east toward the monastery.

"Wow wow wow dude, you know Indians give me the willeys,, its late and I don't even like honey.. why are we going this way?!?" Brett said with definite concern.

"Monks aren't Indians you idiot." Kenneth stated calmly. "And from the smell there might not be any left."

"Well hey shoot, we may as well just get the heck out of here then hu... hu.." Brett stammered.

"Climb in the back and pull down the middle section of the seat, you should be able to reach into the trunk." Kenneth instructed, still calm. Brett did as instructed and quickly found what Kenneth was obviously looking for, a cool black Remington 12 gage with a pistol grip and short barrel.

"Get the ammo from the glove box." Brett was hesitating "get back up here and load that thing."

"Oh fetch man.. oooohhh fetch" Brett was starting to fetch out.

"BRETT! Quit being such a gay and get up here, we're almost there and you'd rather be saf... well kind of safe then sorry right!" Kenneth spoke with a sense of urgency that Brett had heard before.

"Ok dude but what is this thing going to do if its werewolves?!" Brett asked.

"Oh this isn't werewolves Brett... its much worse!, Mutant tree lizards!!"

"Real funny dude," Brett said pulling the shotgun shells out of the glove box.

"I packed those shells myself, the ammunition is pure silver, depending on what kind of shot you are it may not kill a werewolf but it will sting bad enough he'll be heading for the hills.. hopefully." Kenneth said quietly. He had turned the lights off and was now coasting slowly toward the monastery.

"Listen, you've been stuck home playing Rainbow 6 for a month ok, this won't be any different.. Actually this will be different, they won't have guns. They will however have super strength and lightning quick reflexes so I hope you're not feeling too lethargic from not getting that spud at Maceys."

"Can I just say one thing?" Brett interrupted.

"Whats that?"

"Is his supposed to be a pep talk? If it is, its sucking ok."

Why is his kid whining so much... what a freaking baby

The car stopped silently about fifty yards from the monastery and Kenneth slid out, motioning for Brett to follow. It was a warm night and the moon was full. How stereotypical Kenneth thought to himself. Whatever happened to originality!

"Now listen, the only reason your with me is because by now they've probably already smelled you and it'd be useless to just give you the keys and have you "try" to escape. Just stay calm and you'll be fine. Remember, they're obviously evil so don't feel too bad killing them ok. I'll go in first, give me about thirty seconds and then come in. That things not a semi automatic so don't forget the action."

"Which part is that?" Brett asked pointing to the stock.

"You'd better be fetching kidding me or you have no chance at all" Kenneth slipped into the monastery before Brett could respond.

Brett was suddenly all alone in the dark. There was no sound, he could hear movement in the grass outside of the monastery, most likely deer or something right.... right... Brett thought trying to convince himself that his arms weren't going to be ripped out of their sockets tonight. Suddenly he heard the ripping of pants and a fake leather jacket from inside and he knew it had begun.

"All right Witty, time to be a man, Just think of this as practice for those damn Unifiers"

With a deep breath Brett kicked the door to the monastery open and forced himself inside.





to be continued..

Chaptor !!

1887

"Shhh, they're outside again."

Pa cocked back the hammer on his newish Colt peacemaker.


"I'm scared Pa!" Squealed little Andy.

"Quiet boy!" Hissed Pa.

"Now listen, we won't stand for this any more. Them bully's from over the hill ain't taken our land and that's that, now listen, Andy, take Kenneth around back and get the rifles ready, you get them boys in your sights, you shoot just like I taught you." Pa instructed

Pa rushed out the door, gun still cocked, ready for action. Suddenly the old house was dark. Kenneth leaped and flew through the cramped quarters. Something caught his eye from the bathroom, in fact at first it was the bathroom that caught his eye. There was a bathroom inside. "We don't have indoor plumbing yet, this is 1887." Kenneth said out loud.

Kenneth's wooden leg itched.

Then he saw him, Douglas, Douglas was a wiener dog, a three legged wiener dog. ...No, wait.. he has four legs.. . there was a note safety pined to the dogs back that read, "three legged wiener dog." ...oh, that explains it... Kenneth thought.

"Ok somethings not right her." Kenneth stated floating mid air.

The bathtub started to overflow with ice cream.

Someone was shouting from outside, "Where's the rifles boys?!?" It was Pa. Kenneth scooped up Douglas the wiener dog and speed toward the back of the cabin. Little Andy was already shooting out though a broken window.

"Hurry Kenneth, Pa needs us!" Shouted Andy over the roar of gunfire.

Kenneth quickly swung the wiener dog out from under his arm. Gripping the dog's rear legs with his right hand and resting his left hand under the dogs chest he assumed a shooting position. Experience had tough him that he was a better shot from a crouched position then standing. The rest of what happened was much of a blur. There was a lot of shooting, Andy kept running out of ammunition and pausing to reload.

....why isn't he using a wiener dog... Kenneth wondered confused, ...what an idiot....

The dog barked and the unseen enemy fell one by one. Then he saw them, at first it was the eyes, those deep glowing eyes through the darkness. Then they were everywhere. Werewolves.

There was a crash as Brett flew threw the south wall of the cabin, nearly knocking Kenneth to the ground.

"Good!" Kenneth yelled. "You brought a wiener dog!"

"Whats that beeping?" Brett yelled frantically grasping for Kenneth's nipples with his free hand.


"What?" Kenneth responded panicking.




There was a loud thud and Kenneth's limp body hit the floor between his bed and the wall.


...I hurt inside.. mommy...... Kenneth had been warned against the danger of drinking to much Robitussin but he had never seen the ugly aftermath first hand till now. It was only twice the dose, its not like I drank the whole bottle.. why... why. Kenneth heard Brett stirring in the other bedroom. Oh thank goodness he's coming. Just as Kenneth thought Brett would be opening his bedroom door he realised Brett was headed for the bathroom rather then to his rescue.

"I'm money Bit.."

"Brett!" Kenneth interrupted just in time. "I though we agreed this was a PG house!?"

"Uh, don't you eat people? oh oh but only the "bad ones" right like people who like ride unicycles." Brett yelled back in a smug tone.

"You Bastard, you've been reading my diar.. journal!" Kenneth said with extreme frustration.

...That's it Jeppy, now get pissed to keep from crying...



"Brett, I need help, will you come in here.. uh.. I fell off the bed."

Brett walked in the door trying not to laugh. "Kenneth listen, I'm sorry you fell off the bed and all but... aren't you like the biggest baddest wolfthing in Davis county?" "Just get up."



Kenneth let out a deep breath. "I think I mean I need help not being a werewolf."

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"Brett, I have to tell you something. ... Brett?, Brett I'm trying to tell you something. hhhmm" Kenneth sighed.

"Brett turn off the TV I am trying to tell you something ok."

"Sorry dude, you know this is my show." Brett responded as disappointed as if he had to give up all his N SYNC Cd's.

"Brett, I almost ate a greasy eighty's mullet man thing." Kenneth admitted.

"Brett, BRETT!"

"Dude, what?, I'm sorry, You know this is my show. I thought I could listen to you and still watch so I just muted it. Ok sorry, pause, whats up?" Brett Apologized.

"Dude, I just told you that I almost ate a greasy eighty's mullet man thing." Kenneth re-admitted, lacking the feeling that the first round shined with.

"Do you think if I changed my name to Rett, you know, dropped the B people would think I was a rugged cowboy?" Brett asked.

"DUDE!, what are you talking about? I'm freaking talking to you about something here!" Kenneth said anxiously.

"Ok ok, sorry. I don't know what you want from me, you said you ate a guys mullet or something. That's sick. Sick like nasty not like having a cold." Brett replied.

"I want you to talk to you so you can see how you are, does that make sense?" Kenneth asked with concern

"I'm sorry dude, I haven't had a coke in like two days and I have a head ache. Not to mention my leg is killing me ok and I just want to watch The Last Unicorn and I cant because your talking about some music Billy Ray Cyrus music video." Brett pleaded with Kenneth. "If you want to sing achy breaky heart and stuff while your in the shower then that's ok, ok, you don't know this about me but I sing in the shower sometimes."

Kenneth's eyes rolled.

"Brett, I want you to listen to me very carefully, where did they put your pain medication?" Kenneth prodded

"Dude, I cant take pain medication right now, I've already taken a ton. My face car wash things."

Kenneth gently helped Brett down the hall to his bedroom.

"Kenneth, Moo Shoo Japan Dragon Shower, Shin shee shin shee"

"I know Brett, I know, you just lay down and I'll see you in a few days when you come back to reality."

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"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...

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"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...

"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..."

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"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.

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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..

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"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.

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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.

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.

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.