The Defender
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The Defender
Written by: Scratch
Content: This story contains werewolves, bloodshed, murder, mayhem, and assorted associated levity. No Yiff though.
Personal Notes: Ghoti says, "This story was no doubt scribbled out by my colleague Scratch many years ago. Due to the facts that 1: Up until last week I had been providing most all the content for our page and needed a break. And 2: He found an old assortment of his previous work. He deigned to provide me with this. It has the capacity, in my opinion, to be a good story. So please, enjoy.
Damien Muertiamo stands frozen by indecision. He has enjoyed his night life thoroughly, until that day.
He enjoyed watching the light fade from people's eyes, their faces frozen in their last looks of terror. The way they tried to run, hide, or escape had thrilled him to the core. The way most tried to fight back in a futile effort to stave off their attacks and perhaps go on living their life. Everything about killing had satisfied him.
Then one day a side of him he had thought long dead found its way back into his mind. The constant desire to kill whether for food or fun was randomly interrupted by other thoughts. It is the one he thought he had dealt with. Now it was back and day by day it grew stronger.
This parasitic entity introduced doubt as to his current lifestyle. It caused him to ponder his actions and the actions of others like him. They had been living their lives in the same fashion for hundreds, perhaps thousands of years. Was it possible what they were doing was wrong? The intruder liked to think so, and was trying to convince him of it. He had, until now, daily sought a source to slake the single-minded focus of his desires. Now it seemed those desires may actually be horrible acts.
Damien suddenly remembered what had started it all.
He was out for a late evening stroll to clear his head. He had a lot on his mind lately with all the goings-on in the world. He was lost in thought about nothing in particular when a low, guttural growl brought him back to reality. He looked around for the source of the noise and found nothing.
There it was again! the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and his nether regions returned to their winter vacation spot. Whatever was making that sound was bad news and he wasn't sure he wanted to meet it. He turned on his heels and started to run.
Something sprang from the woods and gave chase. Damien didn't dare turn to look at whatever nightmare was chasing him. He ran faster instead but it wasn't fast enough. The rapid footfalls behind him ceased and Damien turned overwhelmed by curiosity as to why they had stopped
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Blackness was the last memory he'd had of that event, but it was apparently enough. That memory opened the door to memories he had suppressed. He was overcome by the sudden flood of memories and fell to his knees.
Flash.
It was mid-day and a beautiful young redhead stood before him. They were in the middle of a wedding ceremony. His newly anointed wife leans toward him and their lips seal the sacred bond.
Flash.
The redhead is now nude and they are consummating the ceremony.
Flash.
The redhead is screaming in agony. A man, obviously a doctor, is instructing her to push. The first cries of a baby fall on his ears. A baby boy is cleaned up, wrapped in a blanket, and handed to him. The redhead looks on with a smile as he holds his baby boy for the first time.
Flash.
The redhead is singing as a young boy, his son, plays the piano and a baby watches from a crib. His family
Flash.
He is walking alone, lost in thought as the sun disappears over the horizon. A noise jerks him back to reality. The growl comes again and he breaks into a run. The unseen nightmare overtakes him and he falls into darkness.
Flash.
Broken images of his wife, kids, and a doctor. He has been attacked. He's under the delirium of a deadly fever.
Flash.
He has recovered rapidly and is now in excellent health. The smile hides the nagging knowledge that there is a malevolent being now inhabiting his mind. That being grows more powerful with every hour and he is forced into submission.
Flash.
The presence has almost completely assimilated him. It walks, talks, and acts like him but it is not him.
Flash.
It is nighttime and the moon has risen. The lies writhing in painful ecstasy in its light. The dominant presence is in painful ecstasy, he himself is simply in pain. His body starts to change. The presence urges the change on. His screams are answered by laughter. "I will let you watch." Says the presence. "Then I shall kill you." What does it mean? He wonders. You shall see comes the answer.
Flash.
He is screaming again but no one can hear or reach him, for he has long been a prisoner in his own mind. 'hush.' The presence directs at him in their sole dialogue of mind-speak. 'you will see this.' It says. His screams stop. Horror silences him for the presence let him see what he had become.
There is laughter from below as his family enters their house. They call to him. He cries out warnings they can't hear, for he is only given voice in thought. The presence laughs at his futile attempts. It moves toward the door to his bedroom, for his family is now in the hallway beyond. When they are outside the door the abomination that was once his body crashes through it. Ht hears a scream cut short as his wife is embraced by the monster that immediately tears out her throat. The children run back downstairs. It will deal with them in short order, they will be easy to find for it. His wife lay, dying and the creature kneels over her. She turns terror-filled eyes to her attacker. The creature claws at her dress and rips it off. It then begins to tear out her stomach and dismember her. When she is a bloody unrecognizable hulk, the creature stands. It turns to seek his children.
He tries with all his might to stop the monster. There is no stopping this ancient evil though. It walks into his kids' bedroom and closes the door behind it. It crosses to the bed and flips it over with one hand. The children scream in terror. It lifts a foot and crushes the younger one's head beneath it. The older boy is lifted up to dangle in front of the creature. It takes an arm in each hand and slowly tears them from the boy's body. The legs get the same treatment, then finally, mercifully the head is ripped off.
Having brutally destroyed all he loved, the monster laughed and squashed him from existence...or so it thought.
The monster had gone on living life as it pleased. The faces of each of its victims played across his mind in rapid succession.
He had been extremely weakened but not snuffed out. He had grown stronger throughout the many years. Somehow he remained hidden from the other until he was strong enough to reclaim what had been taken.
When the time came he had used the element of surprise to overpower and overwhelm the intruder. He had thoroughly wiped out the intruder and taken back his mind. He did not intend to make the same mistake as the intruder. He searched his mind and found the intruder hiding away. He immediately dealt with him. The intruder's scream of rage was cut short as he cast it into death.
This is where he now stood. He had been present, in secret, during the animalistic acts the other had enacted throughout the decades. He had watched from the depths adapting and familiarizing his self with both the limits of his new body and the workings of the ever-changing world. He knew what he was and what he was capable of. The problem that now held sway over him was this: did he (now Damien Muertiamo) continue living the way the intruder had, or did he choose another way of life. He felt the hungry desire that accompanied the transformation even now. It would seem he could control it for now though, thankfully.
Without warning his mutilated family rose in his mind. He saw them as they were in life then he saw their deaths. That made up his mind for him. He would fight to control this and use it for benefit if he could.
He stepped out the front door under his own power for the first time in years. He made his way to the park. He had been here before and had witnessed and learned much while piggybacking his own hijacked mind. He found it quickly and easily. The other had stayed away from the park at night. Thus, Damien sat on a bench and waited for nightfall.
When the moon began to show its pale face, Damien went out of sight. The transformation racked him with pain even as it remade his body. When it was over he found his feet as the creature under his mind's control for the first time. He crouched in a nearby bush and waited.
A woman came along, walking in the feeble pools of light cast by the lamp posts along the path. Damien saw her and quelled a desire to attack her. A howl pierced the night air and the woman jumped, startled. She looked around nervously. Damien could smell her, the scent of prey sensing its predator nearby.
Bushes rustled and a growl scared the woman into flight. What Damien had waited for burst from cover and gave chase. Damien slipped from cover and the newcomer stopped, fixing him with a furious stare. Damien had knowingly entered this one's territory. The monster had marked the park for its territory and hunting grounds. It was angered that Damien had knowingly trespassed on its grounds and interrupted its hunt.
It roared its frustration and Damien answered with a roar of his own. The creature advanced toward him, intent on dealing with this intruder.
Damien was ready.
The two unearthly titans came together in a storm of teeth and claws while the lucky woman ran from the park. Damien swiped at his opponent, who danced backward out of reach. The monster landed a bite on Damien's outstretched arm.
He roared in pain and swiped his claws across its face. The monster drew back then surged forward. Damien caught its hand and became locked in a struggle.
The opponent snapped at Damien as he pushed backward with all his might. The creature snapped forward with a powerful thrust. Damien let the momentum carry the creature's head past his own and sunk his fangs into its neck.
The creature howled in pain and tried to shake him off. Damien circled his arms around the creature and held fast while the creature tore at his back. Damien tore out its throat and let the creature go. It took a staggering step toward him and fell flat. Damien took its head in his hands, put a foot on its shoulders and pulled. Its head let loose with a wet tearing sound.
Damien held the head before him, lifted his face to the moon and gave voice to a victory howl. He had claimed his first kill as the defender of humanity. Damien had made his way back to his secluded home after washing himself in a creek. He now sat in human form contemplating his actions. He had saved that woman and rid the world of a monster.
Decades ago he had been turned into one of them and had been forced to the sidelines. He had watched helpless and weak as countless many had fallen victim to that which had taken him over. Now he had control and he chose to use the powers to fight others like him and defend the people. He had been made a werewolf but it would not rule him. He would use it to fight others like the one that had held him captive, unbeknownst, for so long. No longer, he was in control and from now on he would do what he could to fight this evil where it sprang up.
*****
Mark Zigon awakened from a dead sleep. He found himself naked in the middle of an abandoned factory. This was not unusual. He had a nightlife, shared by others, that led him to this same scene on frequent mornings. He wondered briefly how others had fared last night. He would watch the news later and find out. For now, what had awakened him so abruptly? He stood up and rummaged in a nearby closet for his clothes. Upon finding them, he donned them and turned his focus to the problem. The abandoned factory proved useful as a home for the local werewolf population. It served as a place to transform unseen and to clean up after a night full of blood. At times it served as a resting place for unfortunate souls that wandered in. Lycans usually slept off their death-filled nights here. Mark had been awakened earlier than he would have liked. Why?