The party was grand, the music memorizing. The dark road beyond and ahead of me keeps going forever growing, ever expanding. The moon was shallow with the glow splashing on my face. The night is old and dying and the day will be here soon.
My wolf mask torn and we, the teeth barred and snarled. My mind blank but secure. My eyes bright blue but dead with weariness but alert. The thoughts everlasting and the mind baking. The rusty car dented and bent but working.
The leather seats warm and worn. The lights shinning and burning into my sight. The tree's whispering and dancing on my vision. I'm leaving the people and houses. The lairs and the whores, the kids and minivans.
My hands sharp and twitchy, blue and black. My nails sharp and wet. My tail I have none just a human, only human. The mask is hot and wet with sweet and anticipation. I'm a winner I played the game and I got out lucky.
Lucky as I to be in the game that I play. My hum strange and foreign piercing the metal shell of the car. The pills are gone all of them GONE ! the only things that helped gone forever. DAMN ! I howl and scream, Keep your calm Donnie, no! Azrael you have your life. You played with Toby and Jeff and you got out alive ! amazing right.
The people sneered and scoffed I thought it was a faze, only if. Oh yes the third one, the one you- we gutted. The damn mask of a killer we have one. The smiling one, the masked one, the hooded one, and the slender one.
All failed to win the game. No one died but I'm the winner I escaped, I'M THE WINNER ! ME !. My mind alone and forever burning, tingling with emotion, fear, and pure happiness. Who I was before is no more, only Azrael the wolf of Quebec. I shake the wheel almost going off the road. '' I AM THE WOLF ! '' I scream grinding my real teeth.
I am a lone wolf, I prefer it to be. The constant hunting and escaping of the many hunters rears it's head into my subconscious. Jane to clockwork to even the cruel eye less Jack. I have survived to live again and again. Threw the gut, the throat, the knees, and the wrists YET I WALK ! I LIVE !.
I must bet that Jane girls number . . .or not. I wonder if they think of me ? I think of them I even seen some fan art . . .disgusting. My mind rests and my body takes control.
Oh yes the party was grand and my hands full of . . .blood and hair. But I have the ' doe's ' the hunt was beautiful and lovely. I can't go back I won't let myself people can track me, bu they can't I'm close to my home, my domain.
My tools I have none but my hands you have graced so many people. Yong, old, smart, and stupid, ugly, and sexy, lonely, and fun. Many people for a lonely hunter. And yet a happy hunter, I plan on hunting a speacil someone I had my eye on for years, that asshole hoodie.
I'm close, yes very close to my own little cabin out in the deep part of the woods a french mans delight ! I must say so my self. After awhile of a silence and just the loving sound of the wheels making sweet love to the ground. I start to fiddle with the glove box for a release a pill or something I'm on edge.
Finally the blue I was looking for, I slip it back and close my eyes. Bump, bump, bump, the voices grow and my heart becomes unstable '' THE ROAD AND I ARE ALONE FOREVER BURNING ! '' I start to laugh and my vision start to turn orange and red with blue layers of film.
'' THE WHEELS KEEP TURNING AND THE PEOPLE WON'T STOP SCREAMING ! '' I turn the wheels and run off the road '' STOP, STOP, STOP ! PLEASE I CAN'T TAKE THE TRUNK KEEPS CALLING ME GROANING FOR ME TO HELP THEM ! '' I rammed into a tree.
The safety of the road is gone and the world is fading. I slump out of the car and onto the ground, and look at the warm shadiness of the cabin. I have guests to attend to, I gather myself with my skull bleeding all the way and my ankle twisted. I do hope they forgive me.
. . .
Some time later
A oily sack tore off from my head. a iron tasting rag filled my mouth. A tall slender man with long jet black hair with a clean looking red fox mask with black eyes. He toward over me with his long black rubber gloves and red and black rubber apron. The room had a golden haze to it. I was tied to a fancy looking chair at a long oak table with six others.
He said something in French. Blood pulsed threw my head and tears filled my eyes. He's holding a silver platter unopened it smelled of rabbit. He pulled off the sacks of the others seven in fact. He opened the silver platters to reveal several rabbit corpses decomposing and organs still showing.
I threw up a bit in my mouth I looked around at people two women, and five men. Tears and blood filled their faces and eyes and their moans and screamed filled the air. '' Bon appetit '' he fox man said I could feel his smile threw his mask.
He started to hum and unravel the gags '' please enjoy I made this for you and only you '' he said as he taking out my gag. '' Hey man fuck you ! lets us go ! I have a wife ! '' I Jarred my teeth. He sat down and crossed his hands. '' Oh I have this, and this, and she has this, this means I should live '' he said chuckling. '' We all have to go someday, plus what does it matter to you you'll be dead Mr. Motto ''
'' And the others it's just the cycle of life, don't get angry at me friend I'm just doing my part. '' his mask's open eyes reveled his bright almost too blue eyes. '' Man fuck you, you freak you need help MENTAL help ! '' I yelled and screamed. I shook my chair with all my might.
'' I'm sorry Mathew I can't let you do that '' he said in a calm voice. '' Shut up, just let us go and I'll give you money, cars, women it this a ransom? ''. He put his hand on his mask to imply that my statement us impossible.
He stood up his arms seemed to melt in his side, like a shadow. He threw his arm over stomach and bowed. '' My name is Archimedes, my good sir the fox '' He sat back down '' Please eat it be rude not too ! '' he nearly slammed his fists in the wood of the table. '' This guy is insane '' I thought
'' I trust you have met my brother Azrael, the wolf '' he pulled his hair back. I'm speechless, in this rather nice shack, with others, and a freak, this is where I'm gonna die. I start to cry '' Please, please take my kidney just let me live . . . ''
'' Just eat and it will be over Mathew . . .'' I cut him off '' HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME ! ''. '' I have stalked my prey for many months, I know all of you your family and friends even your pets names ''. My face fell to the '' food ''.
'' You have yet to met my third brother Achilles, the cat you'll love him '' He turned his ear to the window. He got up and walked upstairs. I shook the chair and my bound body fell to the ground. I started to crawl towards the door with the others gagged wanting to come with me. it's either me or them.
A sick crunch slammed on my foot CRAAACK ! I looked over and bit my lip from screaming. A wide, rusty bear trap with razor blades clamped around my ankle. It's too much '' UHHHHHH GOD DAMMIT ! '' my screams echoed threw the room.
The man this time wearing a light blue cat mask with red painted eyes rushed down the stairs. '' Come on darling you can't fall down ! we have guests '' he said strapping me to the chair. His rubber apron switched out with a dirty pale blue jumpsuit.
He gun a set of small knives his his waistcoat. '' Sorry love I can't be here long '' he said grabbing a bat with barbwire. Swinging it at the others heads. Skull and bits off brain splatted on the table and on his jumpsuit. The other and I screamed and wiggled, tho this was no good.
Brains and blood splattered over my face a tooth landed in my mouth. Soon the seven were dead and we were alone. He ran over to the window and looked out. He threw a new looking messengers bag over his back and ran to the back door. Before he did he stopped and looked at me.
He pulled his cat mask from his right eyes. A Erie blood red eyes filled mine '' I'll see you soon hon '' his pale flesh stretched over his eye and went back in, he was winking at me. He ran out of the cabin and locked the door behind him.
Just me and the mangled, and broken bodies and the rabbits of course. Minutes goes by then hours the night never ended. Suddenly three figure busted threw door ! Sending it off it's hinges. I screamed at their face's. A bloody smile met my face, and then glowing eyes, then silence.
October 12, 2014 10:32 am. the Quebec woods
Two park rangers scouted the woods as was their duty and job. The french men spoke with annoyance and one must have a hangover. Until they came across a lonely little cabin. Painted a chipping red, they continued until one stopped and threw up on the cold earth
A man impaled on a tree with his eyes gouged out and what looked liked. The other ranger fell to his knees and called in what they saw. On the pine straw near the body in organs read '' We will find you . . .''