My Wolf_Eye(s): OutRun

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated 'claim' (time-capsule diorama) of a cyber-writer whose 'search' for werewolf-marks yields an 'examination' for superstition(s)-research.

Lycanthropy lore has generated such a breadth of storytelling and imagery in world-history and even in this modern social media landscape of convenience-lifestyle (e.g., eBay, eTrade, esurance, etc.), there's a strange 'draw' for commerce-lifestyle 'intuitions' of the wolfen spirit of focus/acquisitions, and this vignette is inspired by such thinking/imagination. Hope you like,

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction/hyperbole offers no commercial/explicit ties to any place/person/news-story and is a 'personal' expression of creative expression (for 'open' material).

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I had a nice inheritance and got myself a quaint residence, very nice, in the Pine Barrens area of Homeland-Jersey comforts (wow) and prepared for a rather nice/cozy life of writing short-stories online and never anticipated what would eventually transform me into a lycanthropy-writer (online) offering varied images of residentialism/restorations in my mod-age (hmm).

I got myself a cool Halloweentime costume and loaded my costume-gear prop toy water-rifle with hot HCL, after inserting a thin-glass tube in the shooting-piston, and headed into the woods to pursue my inquiry about the (real?) existence of a werewolf I spotted some months prior while camping and seeking inspiration for a war-angels post-9/11 superstitions-tale (hmm). I had my gun ready, filled with acid, not silver-bullets, to target/mark this 'specter' of the Pine Barrens, 'persuaded' I'd find a nifty Halloween social-media 'expression' about discovery of immortality/materialism (wow).

STORY_EXCERPT: "Sure, silver-bullets are the thing to track/mark the Wolfen spirit/being/creature in any environment, since silver invokes an image of 'smooth' aim and humbled focus, as you'd need to 'challenge' the feelings/senses of the relentless and undistracted wolf/werewolf, but this time in the Pine Barrens, my 'fantasy' game for Othello reflection/synthesis would require an 'acid-warfare' for a forest ranger matter."

There it was before my beady-eyes, this Wolfen being of the Pine Barrens! I'd found it (again) and at last, for my target-shot with my acid-rifle (ha). However, it spotted me too, and I knew (then) that my shot would be fatal if missed, and I steadied my hand, used my sharpened-vision, through my mask's eye-hole(s), and shot it right in the chest (sure). The creature fell and howled and I sneaked up to it while it was (incompletely!) disoriented and shot it in the neck and watched it decapitate as the acid eroded its flesh (wow). I was ready to run-home and then log the 'entire' master-chess for my new/adapted faerie-tale of utterly dark proportion.

However, this tale doesn't concern my werewolf hunting ordeal but what happened afterwards, for what I hadn't mentioned (yet) was how when I walked up to the Wolfen-beast who'd fallen after my first-chest shot (acidic), it lunged and bit me before I shot it in the neck (decapitation). I buried the werewolf and thanked the Halloweentime moon for my chance-miracle(s) and prepared to sit/meditate in front of my Othello and resynthesize in my brain(s) that entire ordeal, but something inside me began to unwind/mutate. Calm was not in my image (then).

This story I'm writing (now) I'm placing in a time-capsule to bury in my Pine Barrens residential backyard and hope it will be discovered with some other materials of my civilization/age by some anthropologist who might recreate these events for a deep-study of the quality of capitalism/Western culture and why I'd become a messenger of wolfen-hunting...and wolfen-mutation. You see, I was now seeing myself becoming a werewolf, and I thought, "I'm now a 'diplomat' or 'bishop' of my world's eye(s) for lycanthropy-examinations."

I've also included in my 'account' my child-like doodle of an actual werewolf, from my boyhood-dreams/visions, to offer some optimistic-rhetoric of why I'd become a Wolfen man after seeking to track/mark the werewolf that was haunting the Pine-Barrens (Jersey). This 'doodle' shall offer a deep-thought for this written/treasures time-capsule, so a man of the future (or woman!) might consider why lycanthropy had become such a 'gem' for the shine of worldliness (for the Ego).