The Werewolf Chronicles
After having enough beers to make an Irish man happy you realize that you have to take a leak. You stumble your way to the bathroom door and knock it open almost hitting the guy that is coming out.
The room is filled with the pale shine of moonlight from the high windows. You try to make a straight line to the urinal but almost end up in a stall. As you lean over to the urinal and into the moonlight a wave of relief comes over you as your bladder empties.
You walk to the sink and wash your hands; the water doesn't look the best but "eh" what the heck you're drunk anyway. With your hands washed you casually wipe them on your pants.
A sudden pain overwhelms every nerve of your body. You fall to the floor for a moment and the intensity of the shocking pain makes you claw your face. You black out.
You come to, and a sudden surge of adrenalin and rage forces you up with surprising speed and you confront what is in the mirror.
You find not you in the mirror but a large snarling wolf glaring back with coal red eyes of hate and long drooling fangs. Drawn back from the sight you lose what's left of your balance and smash into the wall behind you. You get up and hurry through the door.
The room is filled with the pale shine of moonlight from the high windows. You try to make a straight line to the urinal but almost end up in a stall. As you lean over to the urinal and into the moonlight a wave of relief comes over you as your bladder empties.
You walk to the sink and wash your hands; the water doesn't look the best but "eh" what the heck you're drunk anyway. With your hands washed you casually wipe them on your pants.
A sudden pain overwhelms every nerve of your body. You fall to the floor for a moment and the intensity of the shocking pain makes you claw your face. You black out.
You come to, and a sudden surge of adrenalin and rage forces you up with surprising speed and you confront what is in the mirror.
You find not you in the mirror but a large snarling wolf glaring back with coal red eyes of hate and long drooling fangs. Drawn back from the sight you lose what's left of your balance and smash into the wall behind you. You get up and hurry through the door.