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Silly Ole Bear
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"Fuck, dude, you spilled my beer."
Danny glanced through the windshield, keeping his eye close to the road. There were so many damned twists and turns here, it was hard enough in the daytime, but at night he had to keep his eye on things.
"Get it out of my face, asswipe."
Billy laughed out of his nose, making a pig noise, "He called you asswipe."
"Fuck you," John said, drowning the rest of his beer. He wasn't sure which of them he said fuck you to, but they both deserved it.
"Just saying, is all."
"Asswipe," Billy pig-laughed.
"Guys, please, I need to keep track of the road."
A little thing they did when one of them decided to get some sort of bug up his ass that he wanted to shoot something. No one owned this land, at least no one that Danny knew of. From time to time he saw Private Property signs, but he had never seen anyone. They just came up here to spend the weekend drinking and shooting at anything that got in their line of fire.
"Jenny totally went down on me the other day."
"No way," Danny's careful track of the road lapsed for the moment, "Finally?"
John gave a knowing nod, "Yeah, took it all in, dude. We didn't even talk about it, just kissing and stuff, you know, and she just... did it."
"Asswipe," Billy began giggling like a little girl.
"Fuck you. At least I got some."
"I got some too," Billy said, between the giggling.
Danny glanced over at him on the far side, his eyebrows raised, "Fucking your dog doesn't count, dude."
"I got in on last weekend.
It was John's turn to laugh, "Yeah right, with who?"
"Your mom, asswipe."
At this point, Danny and Billy both burst out laughing, as John reached over to try and strangle Billy. Billy kept pushing him back, into Danny, who at this point could hardly see the road.
"You mother fucker.!!!"
"Yeah," Billy giggled, "Your mom."
"Totally MILFed her dude."
John began thrashing between the two of them, throwing punches in jest, but still making them hurt.
"Bastards, the lot of you."
A shadow jumped from the road. Danny didn't see it until the last second, slamming on the brakes. Each of the men smalled forward, John hitting the windshield with a great force. He fell back in his seat in a lump. A huge crack formed in the shield.
"Shit," Danny grabbed John, trying to pick him up," You all right? Shit, I'm sorry. I saw..."
"Oh holy fuck."
Billy looked outside, watching two red glowing eyes of some sort of man as he stood out there, his hands both on the hood of the pickup truck.
"John, wake up. John..."
Blood spilled from his forehead.
"Oh God."
The wild man walked passed the front of the car, moving over to the passenger side, where he yanked the door off of its hinges. Danny didn't even see it, he still tried waking up John, who was already beginning to get cold in his arms.
Billy just looked in horror, watching the thing that couldn't be considered human reach a hand inside and grab him.
"Danny?"
He flew into the air, landing flat on his ass in the gravel road. He howled in pain, aches and sprains that had come on in the crash now screaming through him.
The man turned around towards him. All of his body in shadow, just the eyes, blood red eyes taking him in.
"No, no please." He got up as fast as he could, going off to run. No matter the pain that it involved just thinking of it, he ran as fast as he could.
The cold hand on his shoulder, yanking him to a stop. Two hands grabbing his head, keeping it in place. The very strength imbedded in those hands, the hatred driving them could be felt.
"Human," the sickly voice whispered to John. When he heard that he screamed, he screamed as hard as he could.
He screamed until his head snapped sharply to the right, and then he had a fixed dead stare.
Danny stopped trying to wake Billy. The scene before him too gruesome to look away from. He watched the thing grab John, twist his neck, the horrible crunching sound as bone tore away from bone.
Those bloody eyes hooking straight onto his own. His breath caught in his throat, as he reached for the doorhandle. He had to get out of here, had to leave.
The truck.
Quickly, he fumbled for the keys, starting the truck. At first, nothing happened. All he could hear was a clikc and then nothing. He tried again.
It fired up.
Danny pulled it into gear, driving towards the black beast that craved his blood.
"You son of a bitch!"
The truck stopped before him. A single hand coming up, and the vehicle, at nearly 40 miles per hour, came to a dead stop. Danny's eyes grew wide as he saw this.
"The power," he heard, a throaty voice that emerged from the monster, leaning down to the engine, "Raw power surging through."
With a wave of his hand the engine stopped.
Danny wanted to scream, but he couldn't find his voice. He wanted to say something, do something, try to get out of this all. A mistake, just a bad mistake.
The monster that owned the woods.
He had met the owner.
"No, please."
The door once again, ripped off its hinges. The hands grabbing him, pressing against him. Glowing eyes that he could not look away from.
"Please."
"Human," the single word that sealed his fate.
Beow cocked his head to the side. A pale and diseased look upon his face. Blood now dripped from him. On his clothes, his arms, running down his legs and gathering pools around him. The priest's fire now had three friends, each of them piled upon the cursed fire, adding to the state of decay.
A sick sizzling came from it, one that stirred something deep with Beow. Erotic images dancing around inside of him. Visions of sex and death playing on each other, corruping further his own mind, his own body.
For a long time now, a dark cloud had covered his own rational thoughts, the very judgement he was once praised for. Inside the cave, a slow growth came inside him. A cancerous canon of thoughts that formed for the very death of humanity, but with no way to take out this action, it gew slow, and stayed dormant.
Tonight, it lived. It thrived through his very pores. Life rose anew through the fire, making its mark into the deep twilight of the horizon. He had a way to feed his cancer, before merely thoughts, now dangerous acts that he could take out.
That he had to take out.
Humanity plagued this earth for far too long. Someone had to stand up to them, someone had to set things straight, before it was too late.
Beow looked at himself. In the dying flames, he saw the innocent blood covering him like a coat of armor.
He had to clean himself. Beow walked towards the stream, washing the stench of death from his body.
Danny glanced through the windshield, keeping his eye close to the road. There were so many damned twists and turns here, it was hard enough in the daytime, but at night he had to keep his eye on things.
"Get it out of my face, asswipe."
Billy laughed out of his nose, making a pig noise, "He called you asswipe."
"Fuck you," John said, drowning the rest of his beer. He wasn't sure which of them he said fuck you to, but they both deserved it.
"Just saying, is all."
"Asswipe," Billy pig-laughed.
"Guys, please, I need to keep track of the road."
A little thing they did when one of them decided to get some sort of bug up his ass that he wanted to shoot something. No one owned this land, at least no one that Danny knew of. From time to time he saw Private Property signs, but he had never seen anyone. They just came up here to spend the weekend drinking and shooting at anything that got in their line of fire.
"Jenny totally went down on me the other day."
"No way," Danny's careful track of the road lapsed for the moment, "Finally?"
John gave a knowing nod, "Yeah, took it all in, dude. We didn't even talk about it, just kissing and stuff, you know, and she just... did it."
"Asswipe," Billy began giggling like a little girl.
"Fuck you. At least I got some."
"I got some too," Billy said, between the giggling.
Danny glanced over at him on the far side, his eyebrows raised, "Fucking your dog doesn't count, dude."
"I got in on last weekend.
It was John's turn to laugh, "Yeah right, with who?"
"Your mom, asswipe."
At this point, Danny and Billy both burst out laughing, as John reached over to try and strangle Billy. Billy kept pushing him back, into Danny, who at this point could hardly see the road.
"You mother fucker.!!!"
"Yeah," Billy giggled, "Your mom."
"Totally MILFed her dude."
John began thrashing between the two of them, throwing punches in jest, but still making them hurt.
"Bastards, the lot of you."
A shadow jumped from the road. Danny didn't see it until the last second, slamming on the brakes. Each of the men smalled forward, John hitting the windshield with a great force. He fell back in his seat in a lump. A huge crack formed in the shield.
"Shit," Danny grabbed John, trying to pick him up," You all right? Shit, I'm sorry. I saw..."
"Oh holy fuck."
Billy looked outside, watching two red glowing eyes of some sort of man as he stood out there, his hands both on the hood of the pickup truck.
"John, wake up. John..."
Blood spilled from his forehead.
"Oh God."
The wild man walked passed the front of the car, moving over to the passenger side, where he yanked the door off of its hinges. Danny didn't even see it, he still tried waking up John, who was already beginning to get cold in his arms.
Billy just looked in horror, watching the thing that couldn't be considered human reach a hand inside and grab him.
"Danny?"
He flew into the air, landing flat on his ass in the gravel road. He howled in pain, aches and sprains that had come on in the crash now screaming through him.
The man turned around towards him. All of his body in shadow, just the eyes, blood red eyes taking him in.
"No, no please." He got up as fast as he could, going off to run. No matter the pain that it involved just thinking of it, he ran as fast as he could.
The cold hand on his shoulder, yanking him to a stop. Two hands grabbing his head, keeping it in place. The very strength imbedded in those hands, the hatred driving them could be felt.
"Human," the sickly voice whispered to John. When he heard that he screamed, he screamed as hard as he could.
He screamed until his head snapped sharply to the right, and then he had a fixed dead stare.
Danny stopped trying to wake Billy. The scene before him too gruesome to look away from. He watched the thing grab John, twist his neck, the horrible crunching sound as bone tore away from bone.
Those bloody eyes hooking straight onto his own. His breath caught in his throat, as he reached for the doorhandle. He had to get out of here, had to leave.
The truck.
Quickly, he fumbled for the keys, starting the truck. At first, nothing happened. All he could hear was a clikc and then nothing. He tried again.
It fired up.
Danny pulled it into gear, driving towards the black beast that craved his blood.
"You son of a bitch!"
The truck stopped before him. A single hand coming up, and the vehicle, at nearly 40 miles per hour, came to a dead stop. Danny's eyes grew wide as he saw this.
"The power," he heard, a throaty voice that emerged from the monster, leaning down to the engine, "Raw power surging through."
With a wave of his hand the engine stopped.
Danny wanted to scream, but he couldn't find his voice. He wanted to say something, do something, try to get out of this all. A mistake, just a bad mistake.
The monster that owned the woods.
He had met the owner.
"No, please."
The door once again, ripped off its hinges. The hands grabbing him, pressing against him. Glowing eyes that he could not look away from.
"Please."
"Human," the single word that sealed his fate.
Beow cocked his head to the side. A pale and diseased look upon his face. Blood now dripped from him. On his clothes, his arms, running down his legs and gathering pools around him. The priest's fire now had three friends, each of them piled upon the cursed fire, adding to the state of decay.
A sick sizzling came from it, one that stirred something deep with Beow. Erotic images dancing around inside of him. Visions of sex and death playing on each other, corruping further his own mind, his own body.
For a long time now, a dark cloud had covered his own rational thoughts, the very judgement he was once praised for. Inside the cave, a slow growth came inside him. A cancerous canon of thoughts that formed for the very death of humanity, but with no way to take out this action, it gew slow, and stayed dormant.
Tonight, it lived. It thrived through his very pores. Life rose anew through the fire, making its mark into the deep twilight of the horizon. He had a way to feed his cancer, before merely thoughts, now dangerous acts that he could take out.
That he had to take out.
Humanity plagued this earth for far too long. Someone had to stand up to them, someone had to set things straight, before it was too late.
Beow looked at himself. In the dying flames, he saw the innocent blood covering him like a coat of armor.
He had to clean himself. Beow walked towards the stream, washing the stench of death from his body.
I am checking out now since BB has left. He will be missed and i enjoyed writing this story. See ya on the boards. Sp
