Devil Incarnate : Chapter 2
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Everyone was up early in the morning. There seemed to be a mournful silence emanating throughout the village. Lifeless corpses were sprawled about onto wagons where they were wheeled to the mausoleum with the rest of the dead. There wasn't much to be said. Sniffling cries mourned for the loss of the brave soldiers who had tried to help us. I counted about five or six lifeless forms laid out for view before I began to feel nauseous. The actions from last night seemed to replay over and over again in my head, hearing the sharp crack of split bones, or the rip of skin as it was detached from the body. I payed my respects and left in a hurry.
Walking away from the corpses, I noticed a mass circle of people crowding the local well. I walked over in a hurry, tightening my cloak around myself before pushing my way to the front. "Excuse me, pardon me, sorry," I muttered politely, squeezing my way through the crowd of people before I reached the front. The priest - Father McCan was his name - was assuring us that all was under control. I chuckled a little at this 'Yeah, everything looked like it was under control..' I thought sarcastically, but continued to listen anyway.
"There is no need for alarm," said he, pacing along the rocky ledge surrounding the orifice of the well. "We have this beast exactly where we want him." He began, turning toward us. "However, we do want to close the village. No way in, no way out." He jumped down at this. "Just a precaution."
There seemed to be many objections at this proposal. Nobody liked the idea of being kept in a enclosed place like animals, but Father just put up a hand for silence. The request was instantly received. He seemed to hesitate at first, but spoke quietly, "Do any of you," he pointed amongst the crowd, "know anything about the creatures called Werewolves?" A volley of gasps erupted at once. "That's right. We have a Werewolf on our hands. It can be any one of us. It could be you," he pointed to an elder, "or you," he pointed at the barkeep, "or you." He pointed directly at me. I stared at his pointer finger before he withdrew it and huffed. "Do not believe if you so choose, but take heed of my warning," he called out to us, "Trust no one."
The day seemed to carry out as normal, but with less conversation and less enthusiasm. Nobody knew what to think anymore. The beast could very well be my own neighbor, for God's sake! It was completely nerve-racking, to say the least. Knowing that we might as well be trapped with the wolf - and the fact that he is residing amongst us - made me think twice about talking to anyone. I spent the rest of my day in my home.
Night came at last. It was inevitable, but I was dreading it. Mother asked me to fetch some water from the bucket so we would have drink, and seeing that it was still light outside, I obliged, grabbing the cold, metal pail and walking out the door, heading toward the well. I was less nervous when I noticed people still active in the streets, so when I finally arrived at the well, I had no problem bending over and scooping up a pail of fresh well-water. Now, I was never the strongest, so I grabbed hold of the bucket with two hands held out in front of me while I waddled back into the main area of the village toward my home. There was a loud bang. My bucket dropped from my hands immediately, and, while turning my head frantically to see what made the noise, I noticed everyone freezing as well. There bellowed a snarling roar before the wolf landed in front of my in one swift leap. My throat closed, my heart raced. My mind went completely numb, neglecting every thought in my mind except the looming thought, 'I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die.' I backed up with quivering knees. One step back, then another. 'I'm going to die.' There were screams, all around me. I watched as the wolf grabbed hold of a villager next to me with its bloody, decaying teeth and start shaking, almost like a dog would when playing tug-of-war, severing their body in two. Blood was everywhere, running like a river down the road. 'I'm going to die, I'm going to die.'
It growled at me, baring its blood-red fangs. It easily tripled in my size, it's fur bristling up on end to add the extra terrifying effect. I realized then that no one was in the street anymore. They must have run off when the beast was busy with its chew toy. I continued to back up until I could no longer retreat. 'You're not going to die.' I jumped at the sudden voice, my entire body shaking, almost like a spasmodic seizure. 'You're not going to die, human.' Came the voice again.
With chattering teeth, I responded - barely - with, "W-w-what? D-did you j-just talk?" I thought I was going delusional, being that I was on the brink of death; I believed I was hearing things. The wolf stopped it's growling, but continued to stalk forward, slowly, each step slower than the last.
'I will say again, I do not wish to kill you,' said the wolf again. 'I have a proposal for you. Come with me, or I will kill every last person in this village,' it threatened bluntly. I blinked, each part of my body loosing it's function. My breath was coming in ragged breaths; I was choking.
"Okay.." I choked out, barely audible. The wolf seemed to understand, lowering its head and turning sideways. 'What the hell am I doing? Here I am, scared out of my fucking mind, agreeing to go with this fucking Werewolf!' Seeing me starting to have second thoughts, it charged at me, lowing it's muzzle until it was at level with my knees, flipping me upright onto its back.
'Hold on,' was all it told me, and I grasped his neck in a mighty choke hold whilst he bounded up. I felt the wind coursing through my hair, raping my eyes until they were brought to tears. I lowered my head into its neck fur, hiding myself from the vicious wind as it leaped and bonded away, deep into the forest. I breathed in deep, smelling the wolf's musk. It smelled queerly good, and I breathed it in again, and again. The whole ride there, thoughts of death, torture, and wolf musk would not leave my mind, as I cried into the night, my last glance being the Blood Moon.