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OMFG! NOOZ! (Storie two :3)

2008-02-26 18:19:48 by christmasraptor
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well, hi people. I made a story, but if you miss my list, it is still active, and you can find it here >:C

Copy pasta from word- The intro to a hopefully published book. Enjoy!

Anyway, this might go on furaffinity when I am done- it is about werewolves and stuff ^^;

: first furry story.

Introduction

The man's chest was heaving, as he ran through the grimy alleyways of downtown Marlborough. It had been a close to ordinary day, he left home, drove to his office, and took most of his day to crunch numbers. He left his office, at a local accounting firm early that day, to pick up a present for his daughter's birthday. She would be turning three, and he had promised to be there. He had never expected this, when he parked his car and took a shortcut through the rear of several shops. The scent of industrial exhaust filled the city air, and roaring engines filled the man's ears, as he walked onward, carefully stepping over several foul-smelling puddles.

However, currently, the man had only one thought: survival. As he ran, his leather shoes began to tear on nails and rusted metal, and his pants became drenched in runoff from a recent storm. The man who had been chasing him seemed to have lost the trail, and the drenched, fearful man took a sigh of relief, followed by several pants of exhaustion. Clutching a small, newly purchased doll to his chest, he trembled as he thought of how he had barely escaped his deranged assailant. As he brought out his cell phone to call the police, his attention to his surroundings faltered, and, for less than one second, he closed his eyes to rest.

He thought of how, without warning, he had been attacked, and focused on the rip in his formerly white shirt, blossoms of red tainting it. It stung with pain as he struggled to sit in the grime of the alley. He heard shouts from party goers further downtown, none close to him.

A shame- He could have used some help. Inspecting his phone, he found it broken, with some wires shorting. "Damn it-"he thought to himself. "I need to get back to my car." The man had been gradually working away from the area he was assailed, towards his van. It was covered in stickers, and in bad shape, but it had locks, and a first aid kit. He could patch himself up inside, and drive home. It was only a shallow cut, but it had been bleeding for a while and he was feeling dizzy.

He managed to catch his breath to stand and keep moving, when a shadowy figure caught his eye. Turning quickly, he just saw a glimpse of... something. He couldn't tell what, but whatever was moving made him uneasy. He grabbed onto a slightly rusted pipe, and prepared to defend himself. After all, the punk who attacked him only had a knife, so he had an advantage in range. He started to move slowly toward where the shadowy figure had disappeared, when everything seemed to stop.

He heard a dull snap sound, and was suddenly numb. He began to raise his arms to retaliate, when he found a sudden loss of weight at his side. Turning his head downward, he saw a dark shape. A throb in his shoulder prompter him to realize it was his left arm. He barely felt it go. He felt his eyes roll back as everything went black. The very last thing he saw that night was a man standing above him, dripping his own blood.

He would wake up the next morning in the hospital, greeted by his concerned family. He was lucky to be alive, he was told. The call was made by a man, who was never identified, with cuts all over his body, drenched in sweat and blood. He was panting heavily into the phone, and apparently fought his would-be killer off. He left immediately after the paramedics arrived. The bodies of the muggers were found a block down, torn to shreds with broken bones. His arm was missing from the scene, but parts of it were found a while down the road, near a dumpster.

Touching his stump and wincing, as his family crowded around him, they were all so relieved that he was safe. None of them realized, as he presented the present he had so desperately protected and his daughter squealed with joy, that the events of the previous night would eventually set off a reaction that would rip apart our perception of the world, and the concept of humanity.

Thanks for reading :3


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lilhunter03lilhunter03

2008-02-26 18:23:57

Interesting

christmasraptor responds:

yay, you didn't read it! :D

Thanks anyway <3


lilhunter03lilhunter03

2008-02-26 18:33:34

I read it. What attacked him

christmasraptor responds:

Not sure where I'm taking this yet, but it's probably a werewolf. This would be the event that starts a witch hunt, and the guys who saved him would also be one, If that's where I take it. Not sure yet.


joza1joza1

2008-02-27 18:42:37

Hay dood!
Love your story - you are a seriously good writer.

christmasraptor responds:

yay, I did something non-fail.


SupraAddictSupraAddict

2008-02-28 14:52:14

hm, If ya don't mind, I'd like to point out that hobos are connected wit trains.
If you meant 'homeless' then I might go into detail like:

"He would lie awake the next morning in the hospital, found by a shaggy homeless man."

But the whole context is pretty interesting.

christmasraptor responds:

well, I changed it up a lil'. Reposting mah shiznit now. Just introduction, chapter one comes later.


gamerdakotagamerdakota

2008-02-28 19:15:34

Really nice,you should be a writer!

christmasraptor responds:

I am, get it? ^^