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“I’ll kill you; I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Arthur screeched. His eyes were blood red, and his veins stood out on his body.
“You may think that, my boy, but it will be me who ends you.” Isaiah said and now he did back up, but it wasn’t because he feared Arthur would get to him; it was because in all of his time as a werewolf hunter, Isaiah could tell when the change was about to take place, sometimes even before the infected person. Just then like clockwork, Arthur let out the most inhuman scream ever.
“That’s it.” Isaiah said.
Arthur fell back and down onto his knees. His body shook and his hands clenched into fists. He shook violently and then arched his head back and screamed again. As he did, his teeth started popping out one by one in rapid succession. In their place grew hideously long canines sharper than any blade. His mouth began to extend out, and his face began to grow pointed. His nose split into two as his face grew and transformed into a snout. His eyes squeezed tightly down in pain.
Just like his teeth, his fingernails and toenails began shooting off, and long claws ripped through his skin growing in their place. His hands and feet began to expand, ripping his flesh and snapping his bones. His legs snapped and buckled, and he fell down to his hands. His spine began to flex and stretch inside his skin and then ripped through his back as his wolf body began to form. His torso stretched out like he was being pulled in separate directions, and finally, the fur began to form. It appeared all over his body like a demonic weed. The hair on his head grew long and wooly, and soon his whole body was covered in a thick coat of fur. His body continued to grow, and his muscles began expanding. His head rocked back and forth and pulsated like an alien creature was trying to escape. His ears stretched back into a pointed shape, and finally, the transformation was complete. Arthur’s blue eyes which had been shut tightly suddenly shot open, but now they were as dark as a moonless night. The wolf arched its head back and howled loudly into the empty basement room.
When its call was finished, it remained prone on the ground, breathing deeply for a moment, but then it sniffed something in the air. Its head shot up and noticed Isaiah standing there, immediately it struck out at him with lightning quick speed. It came closer then Arthur did, but still, the chains held back. The wrist and ankle cuffs now cut viciously into the wolf’s skin and the collar was so tight, it almost decapitated the beast. If it had been silver, it would have done just that.
That would have been an easy way to kill the monster, but Isaiah didn’t want things to be easy. If that was what he was going for, he wouldn’t have chosen to be a werewolf hunter in the first place. Although it had become pretty easy lately. It had become boring in fact. Isaiah stared at the monstrous beast desperately trying to reach him. It bit at him and thrashed with its claws. The paws that still remained on the ground slid helplessly against the stone floor as it tried with all its might to break the chains and reach the hunter.
Isaiah yawned. There was no fear in him. He had been hunting for a long time and he knew the creatures’ boundaries, especially one in such a weak human like Arthur. Something he had figured out early on was the stronger the human, the stronger the beast. It wasn’t just physical strength either, the true strength rested in the heart and in the soul. Those who were strong willed and minded made the deadliest werewolves and it was those that Isaiah loved to hunt. Truthfully he yearned for the day where he could really be tested; hunt a wolf that was in a strong caliber of a man. Not an elementary school teacher like poor pathetic Arthur. A single man who was shy around everyone, including those he was friends with. A man who let little kids push him around during class and who was too afraid to come out of the closet and announce to the world that he was a homosexual. Isaiah had been watching him for a long time and knew many things about him. It was how he sized up the wolf.
“Figures I end up with the fucking fag wolf.” Isaiah laughed, and he whipped his fur coat aside with a swift motion. He had taken the coat from a particularly fat werewolf by cutting it with a regular blade. It did nothing to the beast’s skin but it did however allow him to remove the fur without it turning back to human. It had been extremely dangerous and had taken him a really long time to do it, but it had been worth it. From inside his now open coat, Isaiah pulled out an extremely long silver blade that he had carefully crafted. He held it at his side for a moment and stared at the snarling wolf in front of him, feeling no fear whatsoever.
“Goodbye Arthur.” He said quietly, and then quickly he thrust the blade up into the werewolf’s stomach. The wolf howled and screamed out in pain, but Isaiah held firmly and thrust up further with all of his strength until it ripped out of the wolf’s back. The wolf howled again and swiped viciously at Isaiah. He shook it back and forth shaking it violently and he pushed it back and forth cutting into the beast. Finally the werewolf began to fade, and it stopped slashing the air. Its eyes closed, and it collapsed to ground with a whimper just as Isaiah pulled out his sword spilling the demon’s black blood all over the floor.
The wolf was dead, and slowly, it began to change back into the meager human it had once been, but before the head could change, Isaiah slammed the sword down with intense force onto the wolf’s neck severing the head. If he had killed the monster that way, the head would have changed back into Arthur’s regardless but since he had done it post death, it would remain a wolf. Isaiah didn’t understand why that was so, but he didn’t care as long as he had his prize. It was how he had gained the teeth he wore proudly around his neck. As good as Isaiah was, there would have been no possible way to remove those from a live lycan.
But Isaiah had no use for teeth anymore, he hadn’t in awhile. Now he only wanted the head to add to his collection. He reached behind him and grabbed a sack. He opened it up and tossed the head inside. He left the bag sitting on the ground and looked at the headless body. Its retransformation was almost complete, and instead of a mighty beast lying dead on the floor, it would just be poor, gay Arthur.
Isaiah scoffed and shook his head. The werewolf was dead, and Arthur hadn’t infected anyone. He knew it should have let him, but Arthur had been a vicious beast. He barely gave anyone the chance to survive when he tore through them. Isaiah knew there would be others, but he would have to hunt them down, and that took work. What he knew now was that the fun part was over and now all there was left was clean up.
He hated clean up.
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