The Villain
09-03-2011, 05:11 AM
Here's a short story i wrote about a year ago. It probably still needs some editing but i thought i would post it and see what you all thought:
The Change
The man struggled against the chains but there was no breaking them, even with the strength he possessed they wouldn’t budge. Currently two chains were hooked around the man’s wrists and ankles, held together by a large steel buckle. The chains trailed back to a stone wall behind him where they were fastened tightly. He wore a matching collar that was latched so tightly around his neck it had cut into him during his struggles. Blood trickled down his neck onto his naked body. Normally the man would be embarrassed being completely naked in front of another man, but given his current predicament, his nudity was the furthest thing from his mind.
The man in the room with him stood just out of reach off the chain; the chained man knew this because he had tried on numerous occasions, to no avail of course, to reach the man to inflict unbearable amounts of pain and torture. The man only laughed at his efforts seeming only amused at his attempts.
‘What is wrong with him, why is he doing this?” The chained man thought and a whimper escaped his lips. His captor looked up at him at this. Before he hadn’t been paying much attention. In fact he seemed bored. The truth was, he was bored. He had been doing this for a long time, and lately it dragged on.
“Something wrong Arthur?” The man asked.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Arthur cried and struggled against his chains. All it brought him was more pain and fresh blood pouring down from his neck. His wrists and ankles were also bleeding now. They weren’t latched as tightly as his neck, but his frantic flailing had caused his bounds to dig into his flesh.
“Don’t act like you don’t know.” The man said still sounding bored.
“LET ME GO!” Arthur screamed suddenly. The man’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Arthur, calm down young man. There’s no reason for you to throw such a temper tantrum.”
Arthur stared at him in shock. A temper tantrum? Had he really just said that?
“You don’t understand. You don’t know what’s going to happen!” Arthur screamed. He didn’t like the man standing in front of him, in fact he hated him more and more as time went by, but that didn’t mean he was just going to let him be massacred. The man smiled and for the first time didn’t look bored.
“Oh, you mean when you change into a werewolf?” He asked. Arthur
stopped struggling and went silent. He stared at the large, burly man in front of him.
“What did you say?” He asked weakly. The man laughed.
“I said when you change into a werewolf, a lycanthrope, a wolf-man, whatever term you prefer.”
“How do you…”
“How do I what? Know about werewolves? Know that you are one of the filthy mongrels? Let’s just say that I’m an expert on the subject, and I’ve been watching you for quite some time, quite some time indeed.” The man said.
“You’ve been watching me?” Arthur asked. His fear was starting to build intensely; he couldn’t believe this man knew what he was.
“Yes, I’ve been watching you. I watched as you changed and ran rampant around town. I watched as you ripped that poor young girl to shreds, I watched as you bit that man’s head clean off. I was even there when you were attacked in the woods and bitten by that beast that started all this. In fact I was what scared the animal away. I even killed it. If it wasn’t for me you would be dead already. Although I guess you shouldn’t be thanking me or anything, considering I’m going to kill you in few minutes.” The man said and laughed heartily.
Arthur didn’t know what to say, his head was spinning. He felt dizzy and sick. His stomach was turning, and he thought he would vomit at any moment. Those were actually normal signs of his change approaching, but this time he would’ve bet money on it having nothing to do with the change at all. This man knew about him being bitten, he knew about the time he had changed last month, the first time he had transformed since being attacked. He had no idea what had been happening to him but after that night, it was like it was all clear to him. He remembered everything he did. The things the man had said he did, but he remembered other things as well, horrible disgusting things, things too terrible to mention. After that night, he knew what he was, he was a werewolf.
Arthur looked up at his captor and, for the first time, really looked at him. He was large man, tall and muscular. He had a big black beard that covered most of his red face. He had long unkempt black hair and beady eyes. His hands were massive as were his arms and legs. The sight of him was intimidating. He looked like a beast himself. Another thing he noticed, that he couldn’t believe he didn’t think about until now, was that he was draped in what appeared to be a fur coat. But it was ragged wild thick fur, not the kind of fur that any animal he knew wore. The closest thing it resembled was a wolf’s pelt. At that moment, Arthur knew what it was; this man was wearing a coat made from a werewolf’s hide. Arthur didn’t even know how that was possible, surely when a werewolf was killed, it transformed back into a human didn’t it? Had this giant of a man actually skinned a werewolf alive and returned from that ordeal unscathed? Arthur didn’t think it possible, but then he noticed another thing. Around the man’s neck was a large necklace, it was made of rope and stringed along it were the largest teeth Arthur had ever seen. He knew them to be werewolf teeth.
“Who are you?”
The man smiled.
“My name is Isaiah Huntington. I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now—judging by that mad look in your eyes—but I am a werewolf hunter, have been for quite some time now, and I must say that I am very good. Very good indeed.”
A werewolf hunter? Arthur couldn’t believe it. He had only just gotten used to the idea that there were really werewolves in the world, and he was only just starting to get used to the idea that he was one. Now he had to actually try and comprehend the idea that there were not only horror movie monsters in existence in the real world, but that there were actually men who dedicated their lives to hunting them down?
“Why didn’t you save me? If you’re this great big hunter, why didn’t you stop that creature from biting me, or why didn’t you stop me before I killed all those people? Why did you let that happen?” Arthur screamed. There were tears flowing from his eyes now. The memories of being attacked by the monster and ripping through peoples flesh himself flashed through his mind. Isaiah just smiled.
“Well my professional answer to your first question would be that that particular werewolf got away from me, and I must say that I was unfortunately too late to stop it and for the second, well I lost sight of you and couldn’t find you until now.” Isaiah stopped and smiled at Arthur again; a chill ran up his spine.
“But if I was to be honest and answer personally, I would tell you that I let that beast bite you, and I let you ravage all those people” Isaiah looked Arthur dead in the eyes as he said this, and Arthur could feel a blackness pouring out of the man, a soulless evil worse than any werewolf or mythical beast.
“Why would you do that?” Arthur asked.
“Well that’s easy Arthur, because hunting werewolves is fun, but looking all over the world for them isn’t. So every once in awhile I let the things bite an unlucky person and then chase it away before it can devour them whole. This way I can continue my little game. You see I don’t do this because of some moral quandary. I wish I could tell you that I have some personal vendetta against werewolves—like they had massacred my family or something—but in truthfulness, I just like hunting them and killing them.” Arthur couldn’t believe what he was hearing, this man was pure evil.
“Why let me kill all those people then, why not just hunt me down and kill me the first time I changed, why let all those people suffer?” Arthur screamed.
“Well that’s easy now isn’t it, come on Arthur I bet if you just think about it for a moment, you could come up with an answer to that one.”
“TELL ME!” Arthur screamed. Isaiah laughed.
“No need to get so testy Arthur. I’ll tell you. You see, I let you kill those people so that I could have a moral excuse to do what I do. Even though I don’t need one, even though no one would ever ask me to give them one—I mean, who would really make me justify killing such a creature as a werewolf—I still like to be able to say that I am ridding the world of a killing machine that had murdered families and children.”
“You really expect me to believe that you have a conscience?” Arthur asked.
“Oh no, come now Arthur, of course not. I have no conscience. If I did, I would never let those people die. You see, I just like to pretend like I do, for good faith or whatever. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that in a few seconds you are going to transform into a snarling mangy beast, and I’m going to kill you. So I suggest you sit back and get comfortable. Well, as much as you can.” Isaiah said and laughed sadistically.
Arthur leaped forward with all of his strength, going right for Isaiah’s throat.
“YOU BASTARD!” He screamed. The chains and collar held him back but he was very close to the large man. Close enough that he could smell the musky stench that poured off of him. It was disgusting, and bile rose up in Arthur’s throat. Even though there was no way he was going to break from the chains, he still pulled with all of his might. Isaiah just stood there and laughed, he didn’t back away or even flinch when Arthur jumped at him.
“That’s it Arthur, let it out, don’t hold back.”
The Change
The man struggled against the chains but there was no breaking them, even with the strength he possessed they wouldn’t budge. Currently two chains were hooked around the man’s wrists and ankles, held together by a large steel buckle. The chains trailed back to a stone wall behind him where they were fastened tightly. He wore a matching collar that was latched so tightly around his neck it had cut into him during his struggles. Blood trickled down his neck onto his naked body. Normally the man would be embarrassed being completely naked in front of another man, but given his current predicament, his nudity was the furthest thing from his mind.
The man in the room with him stood just out of reach off the chain; the chained man knew this because he had tried on numerous occasions, to no avail of course, to reach the man to inflict unbearable amounts of pain and torture. The man only laughed at his efforts seeming only amused at his attempts.
‘What is wrong with him, why is he doing this?” The chained man thought and a whimper escaped his lips. His captor looked up at him at this. Before he hadn’t been paying much attention. In fact he seemed bored. The truth was, he was bored. He had been doing this for a long time, and lately it dragged on.
“Something wrong Arthur?” The man asked.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Arthur cried and struggled against his chains. All it brought him was more pain and fresh blood pouring down from his neck. His wrists and ankles were also bleeding now. They weren’t latched as tightly as his neck, but his frantic flailing had caused his bounds to dig into his flesh.
“Don’t act like you don’t know.” The man said still sounding bored.
“LET ME GO!” Arthur screamed suddenly. The man’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Arthur, calm down young man. There’s no reason for you to throw such a temper tantrum.”
Arthur stared at him in shock. A temper tantrum? Had he really just said that?
“You don’t understand. You don’t know what’s going to happen!” Arthur screamed. He didn’t like the man standing in front of him, in fact he hated him more and more as time went by, but that didn’t mean he was just going to let him be massacred. The man smiled and for the first time didn’t look bored.
“Oh, you mean when you change into a werewolf?” He asked. Arthur
stopped struggling and went silent. He stared at the large, burly man in front of him.
“What did you say?” He asked weakly. The man laughed.
“I said when you change into a werewolf, a lycanthrope, a wolf-man, whatever term you prefer.”
“How do you…”
“How do I what? Know about werewolves? Know that you are one of the filthy mongrels? Let’s just say that I’m an expert on the subject, and I’ve been watching you for quite some time, quite some time indeed.” The man said.
“You’ve been watching me?” Arthur asked. His fear was starting to build intensely; he couldn’t believe this man knew what he was.
“Yes, I’ve been watching you. I watched as you changed and ran rampant around town. I watched as you ripped that poor young girl to shreds, I watched as you bit that man’s head clean off. I was even there when you were attacked in the woods and bitten by that beast that started all this. In fact I was what scared the animal away. I even killed it. If it wasn’t for me you would be dead already. Although I guess you shouldn’t be thanking me or anything, considering I’m going to kill you in few minutes.” The man said and laughed heartily.
Arthur didn’t know what to say, his head was spinning. He felt dizzy and sick. His stomach was turning, and he thought he would vomit at any moment. Those were actually normal signs of his change approaching, but this time he would’ve bet money on it having nothing to do with the change at all. This man knew about him being bitten, he knew about the time he had changed last month, the first time he had transformed since being attacked. He had no idea what had been happening to him but after that night, it was like it was all clear to him. He remembered everything he did. The things the man had said he did, but he remembered other things as well, horrible disgusting things, things too terrible to mention. After that night, he knew what he was, he was a werewolf.
Arthur looked up at his captor and, for the first time, really looked at him. He was large man, tall and muscular. He had a big black beard that covered most of his red face. He had long unkempt black hair and beady eyes. His hands were massive as were his arms and legs. The sight of him was intimidating. He looked like a beast himself. Another thing he noticed, that he couldn’t believe he didn’t think about until now, was that he was draped in what appeared to be a fur coat. But it was ragged wild thick fur, not the kind of fur that any animal he knew wore. The closest thing it resembled was a wolf’s pelt. At that moment, Arthur knew what it was; this man was wearing a coat made from a werewolf’s hide. Arthur didn’t even know how that was possible, surely when a werewolf was killed, it transformed back into a human didn’t it? Had this giant of a man actually skinned a werewolf alive and returned from that ordeal unscathed? Arthur didn’t think it possible, but then he noticed another thing. Around the man’s neck was a large necklace, it was made of rope and stringed along it were the largest teeth Arthur had ever seen. He knew them to be werewolf teeth.
“Who are you?”
The man smiled.
“My name is Isaiah Huntington. I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now—judging by that mad look in your eyes—but I am a werewolf hunter, have been for quite some time now, and I must say that I am very good. Very good indeed.”
A werewolf hunter? Arthur couldn’t believe it. He had only just gotten used to the idea that there were really werewolves in the world, and he was only just starting to get used to the idea that he was one. Now he had to actually try and comprehend the idea that there were not only horror movie monsters in existence in the real world, but that there were actually men who dedicated their lives to hunting them down?
“Why didn’t you save me? If you’re this great big hunter, why didn’t you stop that creature from biting me, or why didn’t you stop me before I killed all those people? Why did you let that happen?” Arthur screamed. There were tears flowing from his eyes now. The memories of being attacked by the monster and ripping through peoples flesh himself flashed through his mind. Isaiah just smiled.
“Well my professional answer to your first question would be that that particular werewolf got away from me, and I must say that I was unfortunately too late to stop it and for the second, well I lost sight of you and couldn’t find you until now.” Isaiah stopped and smiled at Arthur again; a chill ran up his spine.
“But if I was to be honest and answer personally, I would tell you that I let that beast bite you, and I let you ravage all those people” Isaiah looked Arthur dead in the eyes as he said this, and Arthur could feel a blackness pouring out of the man, a soulless evil worse than any werewolf or mythical beast.
“Why would you do that?” Arthur asked.
“Well that’s easy Arthur, because hunting werewolves is fun, but looking all over the world for them isn’t. So every once in awhile I let the things bite an unlucky person and then chase it away before it can devour them whole. This way I can continue my little game. You see I don’t do this because of some moral quandary. I wish I could tell you that I have some personal vendetta against werewolves—like they had massacred my family or something—but in truthfulness, I just like hunting them and killing them.” Arthur couldn’t believe what he was hearing, this man was pure evil.
“Why let me kill all those people then, why not just hunt me down and kill me the first time I changed, why let all those people suffer?” Arthur screamed.
“Well that’s easy now isn’t it, come on Arthur I bet if you just think about it for a moment, you could come up with an answer to that one.”
“TELL ME!” Arthur screamed. Isaiah laughed.
“No need to get so testy Arthur. I’ll tell you. You see, I let you kill those people so that I could have a moral excuse to do what I do. Even though I don’t need one, even though no one would ever ask me to give them one—I mean, who would really make me justify killing such a creature as a werewolf—I still like to be able to say that I am ridding the world of a killing machine that had murdered families and children.”
“You really expect me to believe that you have a conscience?” Arthur asked.
“Oh no, come now Arthur, of course not. I have no conscience. If I did, I would never let those people die. You see, I just like to pretend like I do, for good faith or whatever. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that in a few seconds you are going to transform into a snarling mangy beast, and I’m going to kill you. So I suggest you sit back and get comfortable. Well, as much as you can.” Isaiah said and laughed sadistically.
Arthur leaped forward with all of his strength, going right for Isaiah’s throat.
“YOU BASTARD!” He screamed. The chains and collar held him back but he was very close to the large man. Close enough that he could smell the musky stench that poured off of him. It was disgusting, and bile rose up in Arthur’s throat. Even though there was no way he was going to break from the chains, he still pulled with all of his might. Isaiah just stood there and laughed, he didn’t back away or even flinch when Arthur jumped at him.
“That’s it Arthur, let it out, don’t hold back.”