Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Chaptor who really give a ....
Ashley layed comfortably in Kyle's arms (Brett's name in this story is Kyle, why? Because who cares, no one reads it anyway...) Kyle was almost passing out because of well... you know why.., why even try to make it good. You know what, just forget it, anyway something happens and then there's a funny part. Also Kenneth is a werewolf.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Chaptor !$
Brett shook the flashlight hoping to get a little more light out of the old thing.
"BRETT!" Kenneth hissed, "Turn that damn thing off! I don't know how, but those guys out there are dumb to the fact that this is our car, they're probably just playing with us and if they weren't and they didn't see us, they most likely have now."
"WELL, I'm sorry Kenneth, I'm a little freaked out ok!"
"Oh poor baby, listen, something happened and now it’s over, we won okay, stop being such a pu.."
"Hey! Brett interrupted, I'm sorry ok. I've never stormed a monastery, gun in hand and shot a werewolf ok!"
"Don't you mean two werewolves?" Kenneth smirked sarcastically. Outside the car a pack of werewolves were lurking their way through the campground.
"Listen, they're heading south. We'll give them a minute and then backtrack toward Ogden, they won't even see us."
Brett stayed pretty quiet as they cruised through canyon toward. What is wrong with this jerk? Kenneth wondered to himself, Here I've taken him out and probably given him the wildest night of his life... well other than that time the power was out and Ashley came over and he pretended to be me for about 10 min till the lights came back on. Oh sure she says she didn't know....
"You're a dick." Brett grumbled under his breath.
Wow what? Uhh, can you hear what I'm thinking?? BRETT!! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!
"Well that's a fine how do you do!" Kenneth piped back. "Here I've taken you out for a great time and that's how you repay me!"
"Oh yeah, some swell time, we were supposed to cruise the ‘vard and we ended up fighting monsters with a taste for monk meat." Brett replied shortly.
"Oh yeah, monsters... that’s good, is that what I am? A Monster?" Kenneth said, anger and hurt flashing in his eyes.
Brett turned away and stared straight ahead at the paint lines rushing into existence under the dim yellow headlights. Kenneth’s knuckles tightened on the wheel as his teeth clenched together. Kenneth had faced his existence as werewolf on the day he became one. He had come to closure and acceptance of it. He figured that there was nothing he could do about it. After he read about Zen Buddhism on Wikipedia, he realized he might as well embrace what he was. At the time it had happened, Kenneth had never really thought much about who he was or who he wanted to be. He had always been content just to be. As long as he was free do to as he wished, he was happy. This was clear from his early childhood, as his mother liked to tell to every girl he ever brought home. Every poor and unsuspecting date had to listen to the account of the time as a five year old when Kenneth had run away from home because he didn’t want to clean his room. Showing more tenacity than most adults, he had stayed away all day. And when night came, he slept in his tree house on the splintered wooden planks without as much as a blanket. His dad had been watching him and decided to let him stay there for the night. He had only agreed to come home the next day because of the gnawing hunger pains. He and his parents had come to the very democratic agreement that he would keep his room clean in exchange for food. Thinking this to be a good trade, and knowing that the choice was his to make, Kenneth happily agreed. Kenneth had always followed his heart to do whatever he wanted to do at the time. This had caused a good deal of problems. When in the middle of a boring math lesson in elementary school, he would excuse himself and head towards the old wooden big toy on the playground. His teachers really had no recourse. He was always so polite as he left, and had such a sense of purpose, that they were powerless to stop him. The one time his fourth grade teacher had tried to physically restrain him, had ended with a bite wound and Kenneth shooting down the hall as if the building was on fire. The talk with the principle had been uncomfortable for Kenneth’s parents as he stubbornly gave Mrs. Kunkcle the silent treatment. They knew pushing him would do no good. Eventually they had had to come to another diplomatic arrangement. Kenneth would be allowed to excuse himself to the playground as his whims directed, but he would have to keep his grades up. So long as he had his free will, he was content to do, or not do.
It annoyed Brett to no end when Kenneth failed to show up for his 12th birthday party at Chuck E. Cheeses because he hadn’t been in “the mood.” Brett suspected that the mood had to do with Kenneth’s brand new Nintendo. But when it was really and truly important, Kenneth was there for his friends. Kenneth’s life flowed along with his laid back attitude. He didn’t care so much about what he was doing as long as he wanted to do it. So when the change came, it really didn’t cause him an existential quandary. He still had his hobbies, his job, and his life really. This was one of those acts of God. So he accepted that, he knew it would do no good to be angry at what couldn’t change. If he decided to be fine with something, even something terrible, he was fine, because HE had decided. So it was that he had an uncommon amount of grace as he faced his transformation. Many of the new werewolves lacked the disposition to come face to face with what they were. Few made it through the first six months without trying to take their own life. And fewer were unsuccessful in the attempt.
So while Kenneth was obstinate and stubborn if he was pushed, this was different. This was something he could not change. But he could control it.
It rankled Kenneth that Brett thought he was a monster. You don’t “get better” from being a werewolf. You don’t turn it on or off. You just are what you are. And part of being a werewolf was eating people. This really didn’t bother him. He didn’t like humanity all that much anyway. And it was nice to know that he could eat the jerks who go drive too slow in the fast lane, or any of the another annoying people in the world who pissed him off. Kenneth had never been religious. His parents were both agnostic and hadn’t raised him with any real traditional values to speak of. So he figured if there was a God, he had made him this way. And if there wasn’t, then it really didn’t matter one way or another. The silence in the car was far past uncomfortable. How long had Brett thought of Kenneth as a monster? He didn’t seem to have problem with it when they were casing the local Wal-Mart to get Kenneth a white trash snack.
“Ooh! Kenneth! Look! Mullet, Crocs, Dale Earnhardt t-shirt, and two twenty-four packs of Mountain Dew. Plus that guy has to be like 400 pounds. The only one who’ll miss him is the home shopping network.”
“Dude, that’s a chick.”
“Oough. I’m gonna be sick. You should definitely eat it.”
“You can’t even look and you want me to put it in my mouth!? Thanks.”
“They all taste the same, don’t they?”
“More or less. But that lady’s got to be 50/50 Cheetos and Swanson TV dinners. Bad aftertaste.”
The long drive down the canyon seemed to drag on and on, the endless curves causing them to lean uncomfortably in their seats. The only noise in the car was the rain pelting against the windshield. Neither of them had ever felt this way before. For the first time they were uneasy with each other. Brett was not afraid of Kenneth nor did Kenneth want to do anything bad to Brett. But for the first time since Brett found out about Kenneth's true identity, Kenneth was starting to feel a bit judged.
Brett sat unnaturally still with his eyes glazed over. His mind kept playing back what happened in the monastery. He couldn’t stop himself from seeing the bloody contorted bodies strewn all over the floor. The monk’s frozen faces were staring blankly back at him, lit only by the dim moonlight every time he closed his eyes. Every puddle on the road was a pool of blood. Kenneth had been so terrifying in his wolf form. Brett had only caught a glimpse of Kenneth’s hulking mass ripping another werewolf in half before he had closed his eyes and started shooting wildly. The sight of it had made Brett lose bladder control. He was just glad that there wasn’t much in there to lose. He was anxious to get home and shower and try to get his mind off the horrific scenes. Brett fought off a wave of nausea that threatened to ruin the interior of Kenneth’s Galaxie.
Gratefully, they were nearly home.Brett spotted Ashley’s mustang as they pulled into the driveway. Despite the roiling emotions inside, he could not deny the little thrill it gave him to know that she was there. Thinking that Kenneth must be thinking the same thing, he made special effort to be even more stoic. He got out of the car and slammed the door before it was even in park and strode off to the house without looking back.Kenneth killed the engine and sat unmoving for a long moment. He took a deep breath and got out of the car. Truly he was happy Ashley was there to take his mind off of the all around Kill Joy attitude that Brett had been emitting since their killer battle with the other werewolves. But Ashley could be too much sometimes.
How did Brett not enjoy that? Kenneth wondered to himself as he walked in the house.
***
It was at least three when Brett woke up at hearing Kenneth's door close. He didn't open his eyes and tried to keep all the evenings events from coming back into his head.
Well, let’s see, 7:30 I think I'll go grab some steaks.
Kenneth plopped down in the driver seat of the Galaxie to find the lever for the headlights pulled all the way out.
“Uhh. Okay. Sooo... what did you want to talk about?" He asked.
"Well, it’s Kenneth,” Ashley started "Do you want me to get your back?"
“Yeah right right, it’s actually Jake," Kenneth responded, turning the table on old Ted, "you old dog you."
"BRETT!" Kenneth hissed, "Turn that damn thing off! I don't know how, but those guys out there are dumb to the fact that this is our car, they're probably just playing with us and if they weren't and they didn't see us, they most likely have now."
"WELL, I'm sorry Kenneth, I'm a little freaked out ok!"
"Oh poor baby, listen, something happened and now it’s over, we won okay, stop being such a pu.."
"Hey! Brett interrupted, I'm sorry ok. I've never stormed a monastery, gun in hand and shot a werewolf ok!"
"Don't you mean two werewolves?" Kenneth smirked sarcastically. Outside the car a pack of werewolves were lurking their way through the campground.
"Listen, they're heading south. We'll give them a minute and then backtrack toward Ogden, they won't even see us."
Brett stayed pretty quiet as they cruised through canyon toward. What is wrong with this jerk? Kenneth wondered to himself, Here I've taken him out and probably given him the wildest night of his life... well other than that time the power was out and Ashley came over and he pretended to be me for about 10 min till the lights came back on. Oh sure she says she didn't know....
"You're a dick." Brett grumbled under his breath.
Wow what? Uhh, can you hear what I'm thinking?? BRETT!! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!
"Well that's a fine how do you do!" Kenneth piped back. "Here I've taken you out for a great time and that's how you repay me!"
"Oh yeah, some swell time, we were supposed to cruise the ‘vard and we ended up fighting monsters with a taste for monk meat." Brett replied shortly.
"Oh yeah, monsters... that’s good, is that what I am? A Monster?" Kenneth said, anger and hurt flashing in his eyes.
Brett turned away and stared straight ahead at the paint lines rushing into existence under the dim yellow headlights. Kenneth’s knuckles tightened on the wheel as his teeth clenched together. Kenneth had faced his existence as werewolf on the day he became one. He had come to closure and acceptance of it. He figured that there was nothing he could do about it. After he read about Zen Buddhism on Wikipedia, he realized he might as well embrace what he was. At the time it had happened, Kenneth had never really thought much about who he was or who he wanted to be. He had always been content just to be. As long as he was free do to as he wished, he was happy. This was clear from his early childhood, as his mother liked to tell to every girl he ever brought home. Every poor and unsuspecting date had to listen to the account of the time as a five year old when Kenneth had run away from home because he didn’t want to clean his room. Showing more tenacity than most adults, he had stayed away all day. And when night came, he slept in his tree house on the splintered wooden planks without as much as a blanket. His dad had been watching him and decided to let him stay there for the night. He had only agreed to come home the next day because of the gnawing hunger pains. He and his parents had come to the very democratic agreement that he would keep his room clean in exchange for food. Thinking this to be a good trade, and knowing that the choice was his to make, Kenneth happily agreed. Kenneth had always followed his heart to do whatever he wanted to do at the time. This had caused a good deal of problems. When in the middle of a boring math lesson in elementary school, he would excuse himself and head towards the old wooden big toy on the playground. His teachers really had no recourse. He was always so polite as he left, and had such a sense of purpose, that they were powerless to stop him. The one time his fourth grade teacher had tried to physically restrain him, had ended with a bite wound and Kenneth shooting down the hall as if the building was on fire. The talk with the principle had been uncomfortable for Kenneth’s parents as he stubbornly gave Mrs. Kunkcle the silent treatment. They knew pushing him would do no good. Eventually they had had to come to another diplomatic arrangement. Kenneth would be allowed to excuse himself to the playground as his whims directed, but he would have to keep his grades up. So long as he had his free will, he was content to do, or not do.
It annoyed Brett to no end when Kenneth failed to show up for his 12th birthday party at Chuck E. Cheeses because he hadn’t been in “the mood.” Brett suspected that the mood had to do with Kenneth’s brand new Nintendo. But when it was really and truly important, Kenneth was there for his friends. Kenneth’s life flowed along with his laid back attitude. He didn’t care so much about what he was doing as long as he wanted to do it. So when the change came, it really didn’t cause him an existential quandary. He still had his hobbies, his job, and his life really. This was one of those acts of God. So he accepted that, he knew it would do no good to be angry at what couldn’t change. If he decided to be fine with something, even something terrible, he was fine, because HE had decided. So it was that he had an uncommon amount of grace as he faced his transformation. Many of the new werewolves lacked the disposition to come face to face with what they were. Few made it through the first six months without trying to take their own life. And fewer were unsuccessful in the attempt.
So while Kenneth was obstinate and stubborn if he was pushed, this was different. This was something he could not change. But he could control it.
It rankled Kenneth that Brett thought he was a monster. You don’t “get better” from being a werewolf. You don’t turn it on or off. You just are what you are. And part of being a werewolf was eating people. This really didn’t bother him. He didn’t like humanity all that much anyway. And it was nice to know that he could eat the jerks who go drive too slow in the fast lane, or any of the another annoying people in the world who pissed him off. Kenneth had never been religious. His parents were both agnostic and hadn’t raised him with any real traditional values to speak of. So he figured if there was a God, he had made him this way. And if there wasn’t, then it really didn’t matter one way or another. The silence in the car was far past uncomfortable. How long had Brett thought of Kenneth as a monster? He didn’t seem to have problem with it when they were casing the local Wal-Mart to get Kenneth a white trash snack.
“Ooh! Kenneth! Look! Mullet, Crocs, Dale Earnhardt t-shirt, and two twenty-four packs of Mountain Dew. Plus that guy has to be like 400 pounds. The only one who’ll miss him is the home shopping network.”
“Dude, that’s a chick.”
“Oough. I’m gonna be sick. You should definitely eat it.”
“You can’t even look and you want me to put it in my mouth!? Thanks.”
“They all taste the same, don’t they?”
“More or less. But that lady’s got to be 50/50 Cheetos and Swanson TV dinners. Bad aftertaste.”
The long drive down the canyon seemed to drag on and on, the endless curves causing them to lean uncomfortably in their seats. The only noise in the car was the rain pelting against the windshield. Neither of them had ever felt this way before. For the first time they were uneasy with each other. Brett was not afraid of Kenneth nor did Kenneth want to do anything bad to Brett. But for the first time since Brett found out about Kenneth's true identity, Kenneth was starting to feel a bit judged.
Brett sat unnaturally still with his eyes glazed over. His mind kept playing back what happened in the monastery. He couldn’t stop himself from seeing the bloody contorted bodies strewn all over the floor. The monk’s frozen faces were staring blankly back at him, lit only by the dim moonlight every time he closed his eyes. Every puddle on the road was a pool of blood. Kenneth had been so terrifying in his wolf form. Brett had only caught a glimpse of Kenneth’s hulking mass ripping another werewolf in half before he had closed his eyes and started shooting wildly. The sight of it had made Brett lose bladder control. He was just glad that there wasn’t much in there to lose. He was anxious to get home and shower and try to get his mind off the horrific scenes. Brett fought off a wave of nausea that threatened to ruin the interior of Kenneth’s Galaxie.
Gratefully, they were nearly home.Brett spotted Ashley’s mustang as they pulled into the driveway. Despite the roiling emotions inside, he could not deny the little thrill it gave him to know that she was there. Thinking that Kenneth must be thinking the same thing, he made special effort to be even more stoic. He got out of the car and slammed the door before it was even in park and strode off to the house without looking back.Kenneth killed the engine and sat unmoving for a long moment. He took a deep breath and got out of the car. Truly he was happy Ashley was there to take his mind off of the all around Kill Joy attitude that Brett had been emitting since their killer battle with the other werewolves. But Ashley could be too much sometimes.
How did Brett not enjoy that? Kenneth wondered to himself as he walked in the house.
***
It was at least three when Brett woke up at hearing Kenneth's door close. He didn't open his eyes and tried to keep all the evenings events from coming back into his head.
"You awake honey?"
Brett shot up nearly falling between the bed and the wall as he tried to escape the voice. Now that he was awake he realized the voice was Ashley’s.
"What are you doing in here?" He asked shocked.
"Brett, she said softly, I need to talk to you, alone."
"Uh, ok... well what’s up?" He replied
"Not now, Kenneth is right next door and these walls are paper thin, just keep me in mind and we'll find some time."
Brett nodded off as Ashley slipped out of room; he heard the door to Kenneth's room open and close just before he fell asleep. His dreams of in the early morning were dark and violent. The battle of monks and werewolves stretched on and on. The slaughter never let up.
***
Kenneth sat up slowly and climbed silently over his sleeping girlfriend.
Aahhhh she's so cute, he thought to himself.
Her upper lip was pulled upward to its limit under the weight of her head and she was drooling all over the extra pillow that Kenneth always kept in his bed, her hair waved wildly over the rest of the pillow.
Well, let’s see, 7:30 I think I'll go grab some steaks.
"Balls!" he said out loud with a sigh as he turned the key to no reaction.
Well, drive the Prius or Walk?...
Kenneth turned the corner cutting from the Sidewalk through a park strip and across the street to the other side, I needed a nice walk anyway. Kenneth had decided he would try not transforming for a while; sure he could have made it to the store in minutes if he'd gone in werewolf form and kept to the fields behind the neighborhood where no one would see him. But after last night he didn’t feel like relying on his alter-ego so much.
***
Brett peeled open his eyes to see that it was almost ten. The cold sweat his dreams had caused brought him to bleak awareness.
Great, so much for making anything of the day, he thought to himself.
Brett thought that if he wasn't out of bed by eight the day was a waste. He hurried into the bathroom to take a shower and start the day.
"Hey Babe!" Ashley greeted him as she slid into the shower behind him.
"Uh!" Brett screamed. He shot a quick glance over his shoulder before his head snapped back to allow him to hyperventilate easier. He was unable to access the part of his brain where real words were stored.
Act natural Whity! His brain screamed. This is a dream come true don't blow it!!
"Oh wow oh wow ok ok sooo hot, dream coming true."
"You are just so cute aren't you?" Ashely giggled, "Wow your more muscley then I thought you'd be, have you been working out?"
"What? Yeah, Uh, I guess.. wow, uh. You’re.. actually your exactly what I imagined, um, why are you here?"
Brett’s death grip on the soap was leaving finger marks on the bar.
“Remember how I said I needed to talk to you alone? I needed a shower, so I figured two birds with one stone.”
“Uhh. Okay. Sooo... what did you want to talk about?" He asked.
"Well, it’s Kenneth,” Ashley started "Do you want me to get your back?"
Before Brett could say anything she reached over Brett's shoulder to grab the bottle of body wash. For a moment her body pressed against Brett's.
Brett froze, gurgling "Oh something’s happening!" before he dove through the shower curtain, pulling it and the shower rod down with him. Brett scrambled up to a crouch as he frantically reached for the door and did a commando roll across the hall into his room. Ashley stuck her head out of the bathroom door.
“Okay, we’ll talk later then.”
***
Kenneth wandered down the refrigerated isle subtly checking out his calves in the reflection. His cart slammed the back of a man who instantly spun around outraged,
"Hey!” he near screamed, eyes glowing with rage.
"Hey Ted!" Kenneth shouted grinning ear to ear.Kenneth had meet Ted a few years back at one of his DWB meetings just after Ted had been turned. His name wasn't actually Ted, that was something Kenneth called people when he couldn't remember or didn't care to remember people’s names. Since he has been calling Ted “Ted” ever since the beginning it didn't come across odd to him.
"Hey Rob!" Ted responded. Kenneth wasn't sure if he was remembering him as someone else or if he knew who he was, just didn't know his name.
That my thing dick, it’s called originality, go try to find some.
"So, what are you doing here?" Ted asked.
"Oh just grabbing some meat for a barbecue." Kenneth replied honestly.
"Nice!" I gotcha shooter, I saw some fresh "meat" down on the cereal aisle." Ted replied with a wink.
Yep, saw that one coming. If this guy was any more of a jock he'd still be wearing his football pants from his semi pro arena league…
"Hey do you like my uniform?" Ted continued, "Yeah, I'm in a semi pro league."
"No kidding huh?" Kenneth replied feigning enthusiasm. "WELL, ITS BEEN FUN!" Kenneth said as he turned abruptly and walked away from Mr. MVP. He checked out as quickly as possible and headed toward home.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Chaptor !#
It was quiet as Kenneth slipped into the Monastery. There was an electricity in the air as Kenneth searched the broken interior of the building.
"Come out come out where ever you are." He whispered into the darkness.
There was a minimal amount of light shining through a hole in the roof as he entered the main hall of the Monastery. There was a pile of wooden debris on the eastern side of the room where part of the roof had collapsed taking some of the underlying structure with it. Kenneth scanned the room looking for the source of the thick honey/blood smell that had invaded his nostrils.
"Joining the feast?"
Kenneth spun around to find the voice. There was a large figure emerging from the shadow behind the debris in the corner of the Monastery, presumably the last werewolf left from the earlier slaughter.
"Yeah," Kenneth responded, "It looks like I'm a little late, your friends must have all taken doggy bags."
YES! I've been waiting forever to use that joke!
"Yeah well, what can I say.. we don't get to feed like this very often. They bring there own condiments." Chuckled the dark stranger.
"Monk honey and jam isn't exactly my cup of tea" Kenneth replied with obviously fake friendliness.
"No?" Replied the adversary, his face turning red with contempt.
Kenneth approached the figure slowly. He felt almost embarrassed as his pants and jacket tore during the transformation.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh" Brett screamed at a shrill pitch. He had burst through the door and was flailing his shotgun through the air, sometimes at Kenneth, sometimes his opponent. There was some confusion as the stranger rushed toward Brett, obviously not detoured by his firearm. Kenneth meet him just before he struck Brett, tucking his head and shoulder he forced the full amount of his weight into the other wolf's ribs. There was a brief cry and the air was forced from his enemy's lungs. There was a brief struggle and they were both quickly on there feet. Moving quickly Kenneth slipped past the still struggling figure and then striking from behind rapped his hands around his neck and drove his knee swiftly into his opponents back.
Brett was still screaming as Kenneth fought the attacker. Somewhere in the confusion shoots where fired and the attacker was struck twice, once in the chest and once again on the back side of his right thigh. There was a deafening howl and the wounded attacker disappeared into the night.
"Night Hunter!" Brett yelled, trying to locate his friend. "Night Hunter where are you?" His pulse raced as a thousand ideas flashed through his mind of what might have become of his friend.
"Kenneth! He shouted again as he located him laying face down in the shadows of the crumbling building. "Dude, didn't you hear me yelling for you!" He was almost crying at this point.
"Uh, I heard some idiot screaming, "Night Hunter Night Hunter, where are you" Was that you? because if it was, I think I'll clean this up myself.. Nice shot by the way" Kenneth pulled aside the torn shards of his pleather jacket to reveal what looked like the worst road rash Brett could imagine. "I guess you got a little wiley with that second shot.. I may need you to drive home.
Brett helped Kenneth into the back seat of the Galaxy and gunned the car toward the main road.. "Better head up toward Monte Cristo" Kenneth directed from his position in the back seat. He winced as he dug the sliver from his side.
"Here put them in this." Brett offered as he handed Kenneth the ash tray from the front seat.
They drove silently, apart from the wincing at they approached the campsites at the top of the pass. Kenneth was the first to break the silence. "Why were you calling me Night Warrior?"
"I wasn't! I was calling you Night Hunter."
"mm yeah, ok.. Why were you calling me whatever it was you were calling me?"
"I thought it was cool ok, I guess I was caught up in the moment a little.. I had a gun, I felt a little invincible I guess."
"I thought It sounded gay, what was your name going to be? Boy wonder?"
"That's it!" Brett shrieked as he cranked the wheel and spun into the campground. "Why are you being such a dick?"
"Uh, yeah lets see, you shot me!" Kenneth replied still a little angry "turn the motor off, we're probably better off sleeping here tonight.
"Come out come out where ever you are." He whispered into the darkness.
There was a minimal amount of light shining through a hole in the roof as he entered the main hall of the Monastery. There was a pile of wooden debris on the eastern side of the room where part of the roof had collapsed taking some of the underlying structure with it. Kenneth scanned the room looking for the source of the thick honey/blood smell that had invaded his nostrils.
"Joining the feast?"
Kenneth spun around to find the voice. There was a large figure emerging from the shadow behind the debris in the corner of the Monastery, presumably the last werewolf left from the earlier slaughter.
"Yeah," Kenneth responded, "It looks like I'm a little late, your friends must have all taken doggy bags."
YES! I've been waiting forever to use that joke!
"Yeah well, what can I say.. we don't get to feed like this very often. They bring there own condiments." Chuckled the dark stranger.
"Monk honey and jam isn't exactly my cup of tea" Kenneth replied with obviously fake friendliness.
"No?" Replied the adversary, his face turning red with contempt.
Kenneth approached the figure slowly. He felt almost embarrassed as his pants and jacket tore during the transformation.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh" Brett screamed at a shrill pitch. He had burst through the door and was flailing his shotgun through the air, sometimes at Kenneth, sometimes his opponent. There was some confusion as the stranger rushed toward Brett, obviously not detoured by his firearm. Kenneth meet him just before he struck Brett, tucking his head and shoulder he forced the full amount of his weight into the other wolf's ribs. There was a brief cry and the air was forced from his enemy's lungs. There was a brief struggle and they were both quickly on there feet. Moving quickly Kenneth slipped past the still struggling figure and then striking from behind rapped his hands around his neck and drove his knee swiftly into his opponents back.
Brett was still screaming as Kenneth fought the attacker. Somewhere in the confusion shoots where fired and the attacker was struck twice, once in the chest and once again on the back side of his right thigh. There was a deafening howl and the wounded attacker disappeared into the night.
"Night Hunter!" Brett yelled, trying to locate his friend. "Night Hunter where are you?" His pulse raced as a thousand ideas flashed through his mind of what might have become of his friend.
"Kenneth! He shouted again as he located him laying face down in the shadows of the crumbling building. "Dude, didn't you hear me yelling for you!" He was almost crying at this point.
"Uh, I heard some idiot screaming, "Night Hunter Night Hunter, where are you" Was that you? because if it was, I think I'll clean this up myself.. Nice shot by the way" Kenneth pulled aside the torn shards of his pleather jacket to reveal what looked like the worst road rash Brett could imagine. "I guess you got a little wiley with that second shot.. I may need you to drive home.
Brett helped Kenneth into the back seat of the Galaxy and gunned the car toward the main road.. "Better head up toward Monte Cristo" Kenneth directed from his position in the back seat. He winced as he dug the sliver from his side.
"Here put them in this." Brett offered as he handed Kenneth the ash tray from the front seat.
They drove silently, apart from the wincing at they approached the campsites at the top of the pass. Kenneth was the first to break the silence. "Why were you calling me Night Warrior?"
"I wasn't! I was calling you Night Hunter."
"mm yeah, ok.. Why were you calling me whatever it was you were calling me?"
"I thought it was cool ok, I guess I was caught up in the moment a little.. I had a gun, I felt a little invincible I guess."
"I thought It sounded gay, what was your name going to be? Boy wonder?"
"That's it!" Brett shrieked as he cranked the wheel and spun into the campground. "Why are you being such a dick?"
"Uh, yeah lets see, you shot me!" Kenneth replied still a little angry "turn the motor off, we're probably better off sleeping here tonight.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Chaptor !@
"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..
"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..
Friday, January 9, 2009
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."
"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."
Monday, January 5, 2009
Chaptor !)
"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."
"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."
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Chaptor (
"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...
"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...
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..
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