Creative Story: Lycanthrope
You think you know a person. You think you know them, right up until
the day they come out and tell you about all their deep, dark secrets and this
whole other life they've been leading that you never even knew about. At least,
that was the case with my good friend, Lyle Lawrence Kingly.
My name, for the information of the curious, is Niles Jameson. I knew
Lyle Kingly for a good many years and was actually an associate of his for a
short time. We eventually went our separate ways, I pursuing my career of
choice, he pursuing his. I still think he was just a little too young to go
into the private investigation business, but we called it 'creative differences'
and left it at that. We ...
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in disbelief.
"Yes, here. It's that important."
"But Lyle--"
"I'm an animal over here!" He hissed into the phone. "I can't tell you
any more. I don't dare. Please, Niles, don't tell anyone what happens when you
get here, or anything about this phone call. It means my life, Niles, and it
could mean my death."
I caught the nearest plane out to Africa. I was worried about my friend.
If I had to go to Africa to hear it, I knew it had to be important. I stopped
at his unreasonably small office in the city, but he wasn't there. This meant,
unfortunately, that I had to drive fifty miles out of the city to his house. I
was relieved when I saw his face answer the door. We sat down and talked for a
while, he fixed me a light snack, let me rest off some of the effects of jetlag.
We talked for a good long time before I finally asked him.
"Lyle, why did you make me come all the way out here?"
"You have family secrets, don't you, Niles?" I did.
"Secrets that you wouldn't tell ...
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then."
"You want me to prove it to you?" As he made this daring challenge, his
eyes started to take on a wild look in them.
"Prove it to me." He sighed, with an exasperated expression on his face.
"I hate it when people won't take me seriously."
And he did prove it to me. He changed into a beast, right in front of
my eyes.
I stood there, in shock, and before I could do anything else, I heard
it... A low growl. The animal crouched into a springing position and, with a
snarl, leapt upon me.
I was on the floor, paralyzed with shock and fright, as he stood over me.
I could feel the beast's weight pressing on me as two huge forepaws stood on my
shoulders, paws which had the ...
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