Date: Thu, 6 Nov 2008 02:38:21 -0500
From: Gaco 200608 <gaco200608@gmail.com>
Subject: A Wolf's Tail

This story is fictional, I'm sorry (actually I'm jelous) if it resembles
your life in any way shape or form. Constructive criticism is welcome. If
gay relationships offend you, then "How did I manage to start reading this
story?" is a good question to be asking yourself. However you're still
welcome to read it!

This story is owned solely by Gaco and may not be copied by any means by
any unlicensed individuals, groups, or organizations.

Copyright 2008 Gaco. All Rights Reserved.

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Chapter 1


I awoke in the hospital with a raging headache. I looked over to my left to
see James watching me with anticipation. I looked to my right to see
parents looking relieved. I smiled up at my parents and opened my mouth to
ask what happened but the nurse came in at that moment and stopped me.

"I see you're awake." He said.

I smiled tiredly and nodded. He came over and started removing the bandages
on my shoulder and I winced at the stinging pain that was caused by it. He
half smiled at me as if to say "sorry" and began replacing the
bandages. The short glance I got at my shoulder revealed an animal bite of
some kind, a bit elongated, and very angry and red.

"The doctor will be in shortly." He said as he left, closing the door.

"Hey Thomas, how you feeling?" My mom asked.

"I'm ok... My shoulder hurts." I replied, my voice sounding scratchy.

After several minutes of me repeatedly telling them that I feel fine, the
doctor came in.

"How are you feeling today uhm... eh..." He paused to look at my chart. "Oh
yes, Thomas."

I nodded at him and said "I'm ok but my shoulder hurts a bit."

He shook his head as if he agreed. "Yes, you needed a good bit of
stitching, the skin was torn quite a bit there... You also lost a lot of
blood... we almost lost you there for a bit. I'll get you something for the
pain after I leave."

At this point my mom spoke up "Do they know what attacked him yet, doctor?"

"No, my dear, but they're relatively sure that it was some sort of dog or
wolf by the bite marks." He responded.

"Yeah, it was a..." But I stopped after looking over at James

"A what?" My mom asked me looking like she was finally going to get an
answer.

"It must have been a wolf." I replied, not wanting to sound crazy.

The doctor nodded. "That is the most likely hypothesis. You also seem to be
getting a pretty nasty infection, so we have put you on an antibiotic to be
administered by your IV. Shouldn't be too much to worry about though. Your
fever is already coming down and it looks like your body is winning the
fight."

Infection?

I nodded dumbly and the doctor said I'd be discharged soon, and walked out.

A few minutes later the male nurse came back into the room and in a
direction no one else could see me from smiled at me with a weird smile,
then injected the pain killers into my IV. I promptly passed out.

In my sleep I had a dream... It was like a replay of when I was attacked. I
was picking up wood for the camp fire, when I heard a growling, and turned
around. I saw an animal with brightly glowing golden eyes... It was an
animal I had never seen before. Before I could reach down to my H&K USP
.40, it attacked me, biting me on my shoulder. I'm sure James heard me
scream, but at that point I passed out.

I woke up later in my bed at home. I went to the bathroom to pee, I had to
go badly. As I passed the mirror to make it to the toilet, my reflection
caught my eye. I only had white CK boxer briefs on. God I was hot. 5'5 120
lbs nice tight abs, toned arms and chest. Dark blonde hair... Then I
glanced to my face. My eyes in particular. They seemed to call me to look
at them. They were glowing their normal bright orange/brown... but they
began to take on a more golden tone... Oh god I was staring face to face
with the animal!

I woke up with a start in the hospital bed, nearly ripping the IV out of my
arm.

"Well I see you're awake." my dad said.

"Yeah," I responded "was just having a dream."

"Well, I think they're going to check you over one more time, and then
they're going to let you go." He responded.

"Where is everyone?" I asked.

"Your mom had to go to work, and James had class." He said.

"Ah." I responded, ready to escape.

Shortly after I woke up the doctor came by and gave me my discharge info,
stay off your feet, don't work to hard, try not to strain yourself. What
not eating solid food has to do with my shoulder I have no idea. They
wheeled me to the entrance in a chair like an invalid and got me into my
parents' car. On the way home, I dozed off a bit, feeling the sun warm me
up was nice. My dad asked if I wanted some ice cream, and of course, who am
I to disagree with that? He pulled through the drive thru at Sonic. I got a
hot fudge sundae and he got a banana split.

I started eating the sundae immediately. It was SO good. Once we got home I
was done with it, and put the trash in a bag in the car. I was tired of TV
so I hung back as my dad went inside. I decided to walk around the yard for
a bit. It was nice to stretch out and get my bearings a bit.

As I was walking around the yard, I started seeing much more activity than
I was used to. A frog here, a bird there, a grasshopper there, another one
there. I thought nothing of it other than the fact that I had been cooped
up all day and not able to move about or see anything other than the
sterileness of the hospital.

It was about 3PM and my dad got a call from work saying he had to go in for
some emergency, something about an audit and discrepancies.

He left me alone watching TV in the living room, on the big brown leather
couch.

After an hour I got bored and decided to walk outside again. Upon walking
outside I noticed a car parked at the corner of the street... one that
didn't belong to any of our neighbors. I stared at it for a bit... getting
a weird feeling... I decided to check the mail, while trying to get a
closer look at the car. It was a 2 door Honda Accord. The windows had very
dark tint and I couldn't really see anyone inside, other than the fact that
there was someone indeed inside it.

As I turned my back to walk back to the house with mail in hand, I heard
the car crank up. It drove off, away from me. I thought to myself that it
was weird, but didn't really think much of it. I went back inside and
booted up my laptop. I was completely bored of TV. I got to thinking about
the attack about that moment, sort of staring off into space... I
remembered what the creature looked like very specifically. I felt certain
that it was a werewolf and decided to do a Google image search for
werewolf. I looked through the results, really not expecting to find
anything even remotely similar to what I actually saw the previous
night. To my surprise, there, right in the top of the list was a picture of
a creature that looked remarkably close to the image in my memory.

I decided that obviously, there was SOME truth to the stories, and that I
was at least not crazy like I was beginning to think... Well, not
completely crazy I should say...

The next day was a Friday and I still was taking time off from work to get
over my 'accident' as my parents were beginning to refer to it as. I'll
tell you, it was no accident.

I drove my Toyota pickup to the mall to burn some time. I kind of just
spaced out along the way, and un-zoned when I was pulling into a parking
spot. I was kind of surprised that I was there. I didn't really remember
driving all that far.

I went in the Barnes & Nobel entrance. I started walking through the
mall. I came across a Hollister and went in. I always love looking at the
hot boys on the walls of Hollister, Abercrombie, and Abercrombie
Kids. After looking at some ok shirts and jackets and smelling some cologne
I left the store. As soon as I left the store I had the feeling that
someone was watching me. I looked around, but did not see anyone, and just
chalked it up to my latent paranoia. I went a little further down the mall
to Abercrombie and looked through their boxer brief selection, as well as
their 'stylish' jeans. After buying some new cologne and boxer briefs (I
had bled on my favorite pair) I left the store and started walking again.

I looked into the stores to see if there was anything cool in them, and
stopped at the ones that sold like candles, or other random
things... Places like Spencer's, hot topic, etc. All the while I had been
feeling like I was being watched, and couldn't shake the feeling. I had
even took to ducking in and out of random stores at one point to see if I
could see rather or not I was being followed.

I was walking out of my quick glance through Hot Topic when I quite
literally ran into someone I DID recognize.

"OH hi Thomas, sorry about that." He mentioned.

I knew I had seen him at the hospital, and that he was my nurse, but
couldn't remember his name.

He obviously recognized that fact and introduced himself. "I'm Bryce."

"Cool... Uh hi." I responded.

"So what are you doing here today, Thomas? Aren't you supposed to be
resting? You lost a lot of blood you know." He mentioned, and then added
"Enough about that though."

"I just got tired of being cooped up you know, needed to get out." I said.

"Yeah I bet you were going a little stir crazy." He mentioned looking
bored, however focused on something over my shoulder. "Hey you wanna go get
some food? I'm kinda hungry."

I took this moment to look him over. He was about 5'8, muscled, but not
overly so, dark brown hair, but kept short like the army boys do. I figured
he was probably 24. He had a great tan, and moderately hairy arms and
legs... I love hairy guys.

"Sure. What ya got in mind?" I asked.

"We'll find something in the food court." So we started walking towards the
food court.

"So what ya got there?" He mentioned towards my bag.

"Oh just some boxer briefs and cologne... can never go wrong with either."
I responded. He laughed and agreed.

"So what are you doing here today, Bryce?" I asked. "You don't have any
bags or anything. I'm not cramping any plans am I? I can go if you're just
trying to be nice."

"No dude, it's cool, I was just bored and came to walk around the
mall. Today's my off day." He said.

We ended up not wanting anything from any of the fast food restaurants, and
went to Ruby Tuesday instead. We both got burgers, with cheddar cheese. I
ordered mine medium well, and he ordered his medium. I always have loved
steak.

While eating we chatted about our hobbies, gaming, movies, guns, TV,
computers, work. After we finished eating he mentioned that some new movie
was out, a new James Bond film, and he asked me if I wanted to go see
it. Having nothing else to do I agreed. We paid separately at the
restaurant and went up stairs to the theatre.

We bought our tickets and went back past the entrance gates. Having just
ate we didn't get any snacks or food, however I did want a coke. Bryce
offered to pay for my coke, but I wasn't an invalid and had my reputation
to look after, so turned him down. After buying our overpriced tickets and
my coke we were ready to see the movie and hopefully get our money's worth.

As we went into the actual theatre to view the movie, I was checking out
Bryce's ass when I noticed that he was scanning the room, like he was
looking for someone.

"Let's go sit over here." He pointed off to the back near the middle. Guess
my paranoia is working full blast again.

We sat down and the movie began. After the previews and other lame shit,
the beginning action scene started. About mid way between the blasting and
shooting he pushed his right leg up against my left. I had barely noticed
except we were both wearing shorts and I could feel his hairy legs pushing
up against my legs. I liked the feeling. I love body hair a good bit... I
don't want the guy to look like ape man, but a good bit of hair in the
right places is definitely hot. I knew I shouldn't be doing this since I
was in a relationship, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. The contact
just felt too good.

We were connected like that the entire movie. He'd either have his leg
pushed up against mine, or his arm pushed up against mine on the arm
rest. He never put his arm on top of mine, or his foot on top of mine, just
against. As the movie was coming to a close, and the villain died we began
to separate. At the end of the movie we walked back downstairs into the
mall.

"Well dude, I had a great time hangin out with you today. We should do it
again sometime." Bryce said.

"Yeah it was definitely nice." I responded.

"So.. Could I get your number then?" He asked with a good bit of
confidence.

"Yeah, I guess." I responded, and then gave him my phone number as he
entered it into his phone.

He also gave me his and finished up by saying "If you EVER need ANYTHING at
all, give me a call. I'll be there no matter what." I doubted his meaning
of `anything,' but I accepted the offer anyway.

As we parted ways, even though I was alone, I did not have the feeling of
being watched or followed. I felt safe I suppose.

I drove home, as it was about Six PM by that time. My parents had some food
waiting that they had already eaten. I wasn't too hungry so only got a
little bit of the chicken soup my mom had made. I put some of the Ritz
cracker/chips in it and ate.  I went to my room and locked myself in as
always. I hate people barging into my bedroom. I unlocked my computer and
checked my messages. James had just logged in. I talked to him for about 30
minutes over AIM. Pretty much the usual stuff, how is your day, how are you
doing, I love yous etc.

I wouldn't be able to see him for another couple days, he had so much
school crap to finish, and his grandparents were coming from California. I
decided to burn some time I would go to the shooting range and get out some
of my aggression over that fact. I put my HK USP 40 on my open carry
holster. I packed my Subcompact Springfield XD9 in my gun bag with my 100
rounds of 9mm ammo and 100 rounds of 40 caliber ammo. I made sure I had my
eye and hearing protection and hopped in my truck and drove the 15 minutes
to the range. Once I got to the range, I got checked in, signed the form
that says if I shoot myself it's my fault, and went back into the actual
range area.

I ejected my Hollow Point ammo from the gun, and racked the slide to remove
the round that was in the chamber. I put the paper target up and sent it
down range. I loaded my gun with the FMJ ammo and began shooting. I thought
to myself that the range's ventilation system must be broken, because
usually it doesn't smell so bad of gunpowder and burnt paper. I went
through about 50 rounds on my 40 caliber gun, and put up a new target. All
of my rounds hit the kill zone of the target at 20 feet. I fired again at
the target from 40 feet and did almost as good. After shooting all of those
rounds, I decided to mess around with my 9. After shooting my .40 for so
long shooting the 9, even though it's a subcompact, is like shooting a
pellet gun. I tried shooting with one hand, shooting with my right and
left, shooting while leaning against the wall etc. After I burnt through
200 rounds of ammo in about an hour and a half I decided it was time to
head home. It was probably about 9pm now, well into dark since it was
winter. It was beginning to get cold.

I had reloaded my .40 that was on my hip while inside, and had re-holstered
it. I was glad for that because as soon as I got back outside I had a chill
run through my body. It then felt like pin pricks were covering my entire
body.  On the hood of my truck sat a creepy looking guy, just the sight of
him made me want to run. Upon seeing me, he stood up and spoke.

"Hello Thomas." He said calmly.

"Who are you?" I questioned, with my hand on my gun.

"That won't do you any good." He said nodding towards my gun. "You can't
hurt me, pup."

"We'll see about that, won't we?" I said trying not to be intimidated by
this guy that I would say rivaled Jack the ripper in scariness.

"Now, I'm just going to make this as quick and painless of a death as
possible." He said, while walking toward me.

I drew my USP. "Don't fuck with me man, I'm serious I will shoot you. Get
the fuck back." I said as bravely as possible.

He kept walking forward, and began drawing some sort of sword or knife.
Before he could get it completely out I started firing. I shot 3 rounds
into his chest. He stopped and looked down and smirked at me, and finished
drawing his sword. It was a small sword like what I would attribute to a
ninja. My next 8 rounds went in his head. There were bits of blood and guts
everywhere. Just as I was ejecting the magazine to reload I was hit from
behind, slamming my head on the asphalt. I blacked out just as I felt a
hand on the back of my neck.


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