Live at Five

Live at Five a Trail of Blood and Gore ...

In the back part of the park. The part where there was no trail. The full moon shined through the trees in dusty shafts to an agonized figure below. Logan screamed out in pain as human features faded and wolf like ones became more pronounced. There was a canine snout, with wolf like ears, a tail and huge padded wolf feet, vicious claws and teeth. A howl in the park let all those foolish enough to be there after hours know, that tonight that might have been a bad idea.

Logan sniffed the air and howled a mournful sound. It was the perfume. Its fragrance was a beckoning call that could not be resisted. The two lovers were in the back seat of the car when they saw Logan in the moonlight.

“My God what was that,” she said terrified.

He said, “it looked like a werewolf. Where did it go?”

“Somebody is playing one of those TV prank shows and I don’t have any clothes on,” she said.

“There it is,” he said, “I don’t know it looks awful real. Look at the drool from its mouth.”

The girl screamed. The werewolf ripped the car door off its hinges. The boy and the girl cowered against the interior of the car. The boy was grabbed by his leg and he screamed as the werewolf took a giant gash out of his throat. Logan chewed the meat a few times then swallowed the bloody snack. The boy gurgled and died.

The girl had left the car and was running down the dirt road. She did not see a rock in the moon light and fell full speed into the hard surface. When she came to, Logan was carrying her over the werewolf’s shoulder. She struggled to get free but the brutes muscles were like steel bands. She beat her fits on the werewolf’s solid back and screamed. Logan grabbed the girl by the neck and choked her until she stopped struggling. The werewolf took the limp body back to the transformation point. Took a couple bites of the good meaty parts and went to see what else there was to do.

“Hank I just saw a werewolf down at the end of the street,” Jeff said.

“Oh bull cookies, there is no such thing as werewolves,” said Hank.

Logan howled.

Jeff said, “Oh no, I’m out of here. See you in the morning.”

Hank said, “Fool, that was just a dog. I’ll be drinking beer on the porch all night.”

Logan howled again. Jeff took off.

Hank laughed and said, “Don’t let the werewolf get you,” and then he laughed some more.

Logan heard the laughter up the street and it just blew all circuits. Rage surged through the enhanced muscles. One thought echoed in the werewolf, stop the wicked sounds that assailed what passed for a mind.

Hank saw the werewolf and said, “I seen better costumes on little kids.”

Logan walked over, grabbed Hank by the shoulders and ripped out his throat. The werewolf threw him down as he gagged, sputtered and died.

Jeff watched the whole thing from the edge of his curtains in his front room. He dialed 911.

“What is the nature of your emergency?”

Jeff said, “Yes, my next-door neighbor was just killed by a werewolf.”

“I see. What color was the werewolf?”

“It was brownish blond and walked on its hind legs, you don’t believe me do you,” Jeff said?

“I’m not paid to believe, just take the data as it is presented. Which way was the werewolf last seen traveling? Was it wearing any clothes?”

“West on Apple Blossom.” Jeff said, “It had on a pair of blue jeans. Look, it is headed into town.”

“We have your address as 1256 North Apple Blossom. Is that correct?”

“Yes,” Jeff said, “Did you understand me that thing is headed into town!”

“Excuse me, the police must do an investigation before an APB can be issued for a brownish blond werewolf in blue jeans.”

Jeff said, “This thing just took a hunk out of my neighbors throat and he died with blood spurting five feet into the air. You’d better get some people out here looking for this thing before it kills half the town.”

“Have you done any hallucinatory drugs tonight?”

Jeff said “What? No! I tell you it was a werewolf.”

“If you say so. The police will be there shortly to help you.”

Logan walked to the main street were the cars whizzed by the figure in the head lights at the intersection. The werewolf growled and pawed at the air as the cars honked in approval of the good werewolf entertainment. Soon a motor cycle cop pulled up and stopped and took off her helmet. She sat it on the bike and got off. She kept the bike between them.

She said, “Look buddy, you’re going to have to do your show somewhere else.”

Logan spun around. And there stood a good-sized officer in uniform behind a motorcycle. The werewolf lunged.

With her left hand she pressed her mike button and reported, “Made contact with traffic disturbance … don’t move or I’ll shoot Bang. Bang. Officer under attack …”

Both shots hit Logan, but a werewolf being a specter creature the bullets just passed right through the body without harm.

The officer’s throat was ripped out and she died beside her bike in the light of the passing cars that slowed to view the gore. The werewolf stared at the nearest car and howled. The car speeded up to leave the scene. 911 was flooded.

“911 what is the nature of your emergency?”

“A werewolf just killed a motorcycle cop at Apple Blossom and Broadway,” a concerned motorist said.

“Yes, we are aware of the emergency, thank you.”

And a dozen more very much like that.

Eric had seen enough. No person or thing was going to attack a police officer of the USA and howl like that. He got his AR-15 with the special clip. He stopped the truck and got out fell into position and fired a burst of five. That should have blown that creature away at this range with the ammo he had loaded. The rounds hit a tree limb behind the werewolf and it fragmented from the tree.

Logan looked at the red dot dance around on the werewolf’s massive chest. Rage surged through every part of Logan’s body. It was a fluid motion that the werewolf sprang at the rifle fire. Eric kept the trigger depressed on the fully automatic machine gun he had converted.

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Eric screamed as he was picked up, his throat was ripped out, and he was thrown to the side with his gun in a heap.

Every car sped for any exit it could find.

911 was swamped again with calls about a werewolf attacking a man with an automatic rifle.

“To all units responding to traffic disturbance at Apple Blossom and Broadway be advised that suspect is escaped from asylum and is considered to demonstrate superhuman strength and agility. Use extreme caution. Suggest that rifles with ammo used be special load SBHP.”

Pat stopped a block before the intersection and opened the trunk of the police cruiser. Got out the AR-15, looked over at the drawer marked SBHP ammo, taped closed with a “use only when call for” across it. The officer opened the drawer, removed the extended clip of ammo, lock and loaded the clip into the gun, and walked into the scene to see what was the problem.

Pat said into the mike, “Unit Golf 4, in position, awaiting instructions.”

Dana had been listening to the radio in disbelief. When in class as a rookie someone had been dumb enough to ask what SBHP ammo was for. SBHP stood for Silver Bullet Hollow Points, now to be told to load it up and use it. Oh My God! Dana was out of the cruiser, loaded and ready to go.

Dana said into the mike, “Unit Hotel 1 in position.”

Logan stood up and howled over Eric’s body.

Pat and Dana said, “Have target insight, permission to fire!”

“This is main dispatch, Shoot to kill.”

Both officers quickly shot two to the chest one to the head.

The werewolf chest exploded in a spew of blood and gore that was followed by the head expelling its contents to the street as the werewolf fell dead.

Dana said into the mike, “We got one dead on scene.”