Chapter Six: Another

Michael finds he's not alone

              Michael sat up on the table he had slept on.  Table? Why am I on a table? Whose table am I on?! He looked around the small house, searching for a clue as to his whereabouts.  Looking around the room, Michael rose from the table.  The room looked like a normal dining room.  Four chairs surrounded the table.  A few shelves adorned the walls, littered with tiny, ceramic angel figurines.  A framed copy of a dinner prayer hung next to a door.  Ah, this is just a good, Christian household.  Wait.  The owners of the house.  Where are they?  And why in the world was I sleeping on their table?  Deciding he wouldn't find the answers in this room, he pushed open the door next to the prayer.  What he found past the door didn't answer any of those questions.
              The kitchen would have seemed just as normal as the dining room if not for the mess of knives and shotgun shells scattered across the floor.  Several holes were visible in the walls where shotgun blasts had apparently missed their intended targets.  More disturbing than any of this, though, was the blood that coated most of the room.  Everywhere Michael looked there was only more blood.  The walls and counters were almost painted red and a long streak across the floor seemed to lead out another door.  Michael picked up a large butcher knife and followed the streak into the back yard. 
              A loud thud echoed through the yard as the door swung shut behind him.  At first glance, no one would notice anything out of the ordinary about this farm.  A quick study of the ground, though, revealed the streak of blood leading to the large, open barn doors.  Michael warily followed.  Slowly, he peered into the barn.  Rays of light shown through slits between the boards of the walls.  Cautiously entering the barn, Michael looked at his new surroundings.  He stopped breathing.  He dropped the knife. 
              Two figures -- a man and a woman, both seemingly middle-aged -- lay on the barn floor.  Blood was even more prominent here than in the kitchen.  The woman was missing both of her legs and one arm.  All that remained of the man was his head and a bit of chest.  Michael emptied his full stomach next to the remnants of the bodies. 
              "Giving back what you took from them?"  Michael jumped at the voice behind him.  Spinning to face the newcomer, he scooped up the knife from the ground.  "Oh, put that down, boy.  If I was gonna hurt you, I woulda done it when you couldn't control yourself."  The man was not large by any means.  He was a fairly average height and skinny for that height, but something about him seemed dangerous.  His voice was deep and did not seem to fit with a man of this size.  His hair was cut short, but a thick beard covered his face.  Something's not right about this fellow, but what is it?  Michael questioned himself.
                Michael dropped the large knife.  "Who are you?  What do you want?"
               "Just wondering how you're feelin' after the great night we had."  A chuckle sprang forth from the man, and his grey eyes shone with a dangerous light.  The eyes.  That's it.  No one should have eyes like that.  Those intense grey eyes alone could terrify anybody. 
               "What do you mean?  I've never met you before.  Besides, I don't have great nights anymore."  Michael decided to be careful around this man.  The man was dangerous.
               "Ah, so you don't remember your nights yet.  Well, you will."  The deep chuckle arose again, "oh...you will."  The man shifted his weight and straightened the brown coat that hung loosely from his thin frame.  "The name's William.  William Penn.  And you, my friend, are...?"
               Michael did not trust the man, but simply giving his name couldn't hurt, right?  "Michael Madison."
               "Well, Michael Madison, I think we can make a deal."
               "What deal?"  Michael asked suspiciously.  What kind of deal could this man possibly want to make with me?
               "To answer that question, I'll ask you a question of my own.  How would you like to learn about being a werewolf?"  William's face broke into a wide smile.  Two teeth were growing longer and longer.  They were growing into fangs.

Reviews

[loowzerX]

It does get more interesting and there's this whole 'im getting hooked to this story' feeling. haha :)

[Shin]

Whoa, I'm like, so into this story even more, I like this William Penn guy, he seems cool, this is where it gets even more interesting, I'll read more!!!!!!