The price of fame

man515drake · October 2012

Wolfie was sat at the bar of a sleazy sports bar drinking a beer and watching the game. Well watching was a bit of an exaggeration as he had no idea what was going on. As a wolf all he could make out was two packs of humans were hitting each other and throwing a weird shaped ball around. Then they would stop stand around then do it again he reasoned that it was some sort of stylised combat to settle disputes between packs where the packs picked chosen warriors for combat while the rest of the pack watched.

Suddenly the game was interrupted and the image of Victoria Crownstone flashed up. Wolfie contemplated the fact that she would be quite attractive well with a little more fur. This distracted him from the actual news bit until she ran a VT of zombies attacking citizens. Wolfie smiled a smile that looked more like a snarl causing the barmaid to drop a bottle of beer. Now killing zombies on TV should get more people to recognise what a great hero he was. He threw a couple of scrunched up bills on the bar and gulped down the last of his beer spilling some of it down his front his jaws not designed for drinking out of a glass. He turned and walked from the bar the patrons letting out a joint sigh of relief as the seven foot werewolf left.

Wolfie started to change as he ran from the bar into a more wolf like form that allowed him to run much faster. His claws actually gouging the sidewalk as he picked up speed. Soon he reached his destination some sort of gate had appeared in the intersection and heroes and zombies were locked in combat around it.

Wolfie spotted the camera crew and dove into the melee in front of it thinking this should get him recognised. His attention on the camera crew cost him as a zombie in a super hero costume barrelled into him knocking him into a street light that then fell on him pinning him to the ground.

Wolfie dazed by the impact realised two things one him being knocked flat with one punch had just been viewed by millions of people and two and probably more important the zombie in the costume was about to drop the news van on his head. Wolfie?s frame twisted as his muscle mass changed as rage of made him transform into a more animalistic form. His new found strength coursed through him as he grabbed the streetlight that had him pinned and drove it into the zombie?s chest. This did not however stop the downward momentum of the news truck. The last thing Wolfie saw before darkness engulfed him was Victoria Crownstone?s face printed on the vans side panel. She would still look better with fur was the strange thought that went through his head as darkness engulfed him.

Wolfie came to facing a fireman cutting the wreckage from around him. How humiliating he would never live this down. The zombies were going to pay for this and he didn?t even care if it was on TV. The fireman told him to stay still as he was injured Wolfie half howled half laughed. His injuries had all regenerated while he was unconscious. Wolfie ripped the van apart freeing himself then sniffed the air catching the sent of zombies he howled payback was going to be a deadly.

man515drake · October 2012

Wolfie charged from location to location in a rage filled frenzy joining his fellow heroes in destroying the undead menace. He clawed and bit his way through masses of undead tearing them asunder. With these things he did not have to control his rage to prevent him from killing as they were already dead. It all came to a climactic end when he joined a legion of heroes in destroying Tacofanes the villain who had caused the dead to rise.

It was one am when things started to settle and Wolfie was exhausted his fur mated with his blood, bits of zombie and sweat he turned and headed for home. Then he noticed a white hooded form standing on the street. He readied his aching body for battle just as he was about to charge the figure shouted “Trick or Treat”. Wolfie realised this was the human custom of begging for candy on Halloween or they would throw toilet paper over your house. Wolfie knew he would not feel like cleaning up after this trick as his body was already aching but he had no candy, maybe this woman would take cash.

Wolfie approached the woman with a few dollar bills clutched in his clawed hands then he caught a scent on the breeze. The tainted smell of old death and corruption his was a new type of undead an ancient evil Wolfie leapt onto the disguised undead thing and in bit its neck his steel trap like jaws snapping through it sending its head bouncing across the sidewalk. Wolfie set out for his apartment again unaware the whole thing had been caught on a security camera in the shop across the street.

Wolfie climbed onto his bed and before sleep claimed his tired body he looked back on his day and thought like he did often life was so much simpler when he was a wolf and he cursed the werewolf that had transformed him with a bite as sleep claimed him.

Wolfie woke late and went into the kitchen to grab a coffee as he waited for it to brew he turned on the TV to catch the morning news. To his horror they were showing a grainy image of him attacking the fake trick or treater and calling it an unprovoked horrific attack by a werewolf. Wolfie was floored this was not good. At that moment he decided he needed to get out of MC maybe Canada would be quieter.

man515drake · November 2012

saved for part 3

forrksakesexco · November 2012

Lovely.... He should get himself one of those "Oops sorry about that" Tshirts that were I heard quite popular during the Vietnam war.
Reminiscent of Awkward Man from DC's short lived Inferior Five comic..
What power, what might, what oops!

The price of fame

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