Werewolf's Reprieve: Part 1
#1 of Warewolf's Reprieve
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A quick legal obligation before the story begins. This story throughout may contain material not suitable for persons under the age of 18 (or 21 in some areas, please observe your local laws). This also may contain adult content of a homosexual nature. Discretion is advised to those who don't find enjoyment in such content.
Also, the character Ryan is owned by Ryan-masterpaladin-Lewis, and used with his permission. I wish to express my thanks deeply to him. Thanks big guy. Please do not use his or my own characters without the respective owner's permission. Besides that thank you for reading and please enjoy.
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The night was empty and dark, accompanied only by the dark clouds. I could only look up as lightning cackled through the dark clouds, like bright white fire sinking into an abyss. This was soon accompanied by rain, which slowly drifted to a full out down poor. And it was cold, my old ruined trench coat useless to protect me from the cruel numbness of frostbite.
Here I am, sitting in a dark abandoned alleyway, in the middle of a small desert town in the southwest of Utah, named St. George. I am fairly young, only the age of 18 years old, and an outcast to the rest of the cruel world. I slowly got up, running out into the streets, knowing I would die of the cold if I stayed there in that alleyway.
"I have to find shelter soon," I said to myself. I kept going, until I wheeze to a stop, tired from the running pains. I decided to look up to this neighborhood, one I never knew would change my life.
At this point I was blissfully unaware of another teenager my age living in this tiny neighborhood. He was human, much like everyone else, with short brown hair to match his equally brown eyes. He was cleaning his small two-story house calmly, the only background noise was the late night news and his cooking in the oven. Once he finished cleaning, he took a seat into his easy chair, gazing out the window just a tad bit.
"Wow, it's really coming down tonight," he said, turning back to his television. The news was covering a little developing story on rumors spread by the other people of the town.
"Although there hasn't been enough footage of this creature, some say it might be a werewolf," The reporter explained, "although most have dismissed it as fairy tale."
"Interesting," the young man said, idly thinking about such a possibility. It was at this point that I could feel a sharp pain entered my system. I crinched and collapsed to my knees in pain. I looked down to see my hands undergo familiar phenomena. My hands were hurting badly, as they shifted a bit, claws slowly distending out of my fingers. White hair was also becoming visible.
"Oh no," I gasped in shock, "it's beginning again." In a panic, I noticed a nearby two story house nearby and slowly walked toward it. I needed to be inside desperately, but I was hesitant. So many times before had I been cast away by others, telling me to get a life, or that I belong in a cell. I was nervous that he would say the same thing, but I reluctantly got to the door, and knocked four times slowly in rhythm.
"Who could be here this late?" A voice said from inside. The teenager inside got up off his easy chair, and opened up the door slowly. It was there I saw him, he was exactly my age, and he smiled weakly at me.
"H-h-hello m-m-mister," I began shivering, hiding my hands from his view, "I was won-dering if I c-could use your home. as a sh-shelter from the s-storm." He looked at me in the eyes, as if he could sense my terrible predicament.
"Oh dear," he said stepping aside, "Come on, get in here out of the wretched rain." I gasped a bit, slowly walking in. I think even he could sense it, I was glad that the first time in my long tough life, that I was not rejected by someone else. I was dripping loads of water on the floor as he closed the door.
"Thank you mister," I said slowly. He passed me nodding happily, opening a closet. He pulled out two large soft white towels, and walked over to me.
"It's no problem at all sir," he said warmly, "now let me get that awfully wet coat off you." I nodded a bit as he reached the back of it. I took my hands out of my pocket, slipping them out of the arm rest, and hiding them deep in my pants pockets, which were damp as well. He then spoke to me again.
"Here, take these towels and dry off at the fireplace," He handed me the two towels he pulled out, and I accept happily, keeping quick to hide my hands. I was sure they would scare him, and didn't want to be cast away again, not just yet. I also made sure to keep my face as straight as possible, I was still experiencing pains from the sensation going on inside me. As I finished wrapping the towels over me, a dinging sound goes off in the kitchen area.
"Oh good, dinner's ready," The young man said and faced me again, "Are you hungry sir?" I was deeply amazed, and I thought to myself. He's actually asking me if I want food, he's definitely different from other people. He's much nicer, and more caring.
"Y-yes mister," I replied. He gave a warm smile and walked to the kitchen as I walked over to the fireplace and sat down near it. As I got a little warmer, I cringed a little bit, feeling my teeth grow and change shape. Some of them are getting sharper. The pain grew a little, as I tried to hold the process in for just a little longer. After a small wait, the young man came back in, holding a couple plates of hot delicious steak. It was a wonderful welcoming site, I had nearly forgotten my hunger, which had recently returned with a vengeance.
"So what's your name?" He asked me, and I looked at him a bit before replying.
"My name is Dustin, sir," I slowly started cutting my piece of steak into pieces, and eating it.
"Dustin," He said, "what a nice name."
"Thanks," I said, "what's yours?"
"I'm Ryan," he said and asked, "Where are you from?" I swallowed slowly a bit, reminiscing the early days, those deep dark days.
"I'm from a small town in Oklahoma, called Stilwell," He started eating some of his steak when I answered.
"Stilwell?" He asked, "that's pretty far away. What are you doing all the way over here?" I froze when he asked me. My heart was beating faster, from the changing process, and the old pains of terrible memories returning.
"Well," I began, trying not to tear up, "I was. run off by my family there, for certain reasons. I traveled from place to place to find a new home, and that's why I'm here." I could feel my innards churn more, and I quickly finished through my food. He seemed only halfway done with his at the time, although I think he was more in deep thought from my little story.
"So you're homeless?" He asked, in a concerned tone. I nodded, setting my plate down, and covering myself more with the towels.
"Well if you have nowhere to stay," He said, quickly swallowing another bite, "I have a spare room upstairs if you wish to use that."
"Really?" I perked up a bit at his statement, "seriously?"
"Of course," He said smiling, "I can't just say no now can I. You look like you've been through a lot. You can stay here as long as you want, until you get everything together for yourself."
"Thanks," He said, and I felt another sharp pain hit through my whole body. I couldn't hold it back any longer. "Uh, which room upstairs?"
"Second door on the right. The bathroom is one door past it," He answered, and I quickly shot up. He looked up a bit confused as I ran away, taking the towels with me, and headed upstairs.
"Dustin? Are you alright?" He asked me. I didn't say anything, shutting the door, and collapsing. I groaned and growled a bit, as I let my body take its course. My face hurt, as it distended to a new shape, my mouth stretching out to fit a muzzle. My muscles grew to a more build frame, and my whole body starting growing out white hair at a hyper pace. I gave one last growl as I felt the rest of my body grow into my other form. I collapsed on the ground, taking in deep heavy breaths, feeling my newly formed tail poke out of my pants, and wiggle around a bit.
'The pain's gone now,' I thought to myself, 'but how will I stay here without Ryan seeing me.' I was too late to think of that when I heard the creaking of the door. I cursed myself at that point, for not locking the door in my haste.
"Dustin?" I hid my body under the towels, pulling my tail between my legs quickly, "are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine," I replied slowly. I was glad the towels could cover my whole body, and I prayed he wouldn't see.
"Are you sure?" He asked, reaching down with a hand and grabbing the towel covering my head. I cringed, preparing for what he'd see.