Howl of the Heavens ch.27&28

    In the basement of the old church away from the sounds of the rain outside Father Henry, Peter, Paul, and Mike stand before the assortment of mystical and mystically enhanced weapons trying to decide which ones each of them should use. Peter decides that as a cop one of the two old six shooters on the wall would be best, and with it six silver bullets.

 

     Father Henry tells him, “That is one of the two sacred six shooters used by the first of our order to come to the western parts of the United States back when this was all just territories out here. My very own great, great, great grandfather or four greats for you Peter, old enough you could just call him your ancestor.”

 

    Father Henry chuckled a little at his own joke. Paul picks up the other one and says, “In that case I should use the other one, by the way gramps what’s so special about these guns?”

 

    Father Henry says while raising his index finger as though teaching a lesson in a classroom, “The bullets are pure silver and the guns are specially designed to fire silver bullets accurately with out melting the silver in the barrel.”

 

    Father Henry picks up a golden bishop’s cane and says, “This cane was created and used by the great Bishop of the order during the middle ages to destroy were-wolves and other similar monsters. It emits a great aura that repels such monsters.”

 

    Mike picks up a silver sword and Father Henry tells him, “The sacred silver sword, a perfect weapon for you, that is designed to destroy were-wolves and any number of canine type creatures, even dogs are harmed just by being near that weapon.”

 

   Mike says, “Good, then we are set to fight those monsters.”

 

    Up stairs Samantha is sitting in the chair feeling even more nocuous then before when suddenly she topples over in pain on the floor as beads of sweat drip off her face in a torrent and her breath comes out so hot as to create waves in the air, she can’t even utter a scream as her throat muscles clench and tighten. The hair on her head turns a dark crimson shade of red and lengthens down her back and onto the floor in her crouched position. She can only look on as her arms and hands sprout the same crimson red hair “fur” she thinks as the pain returns through out her whole body especially in her lower back. She grabs at her lower back and feels her lower spine pulsate at her jeans.

 

    She thinks, “The jeans tightening, hurts”. As she reaches back to try to remove her jeans from around her lower back her nails suddenly lengthen and curve in shape into the same kind of claws she had seen on the hands of Versa in her dream only smaller for her now fur covered hands. She rips the top of her jeans with her claws just as a tail suddenly sprouts out and grows down to the floor trailing behind her and the dark red fur grows out of it, thick and shiny like the tail on Versa she had seen in the cave. Even her eyes began to shine with the same haunting blue color as the Dire. Her ears experienced a heat as though on fire as they lengthened, widened and migrated to the top her head into ears that looked like they belonged on the head of a fox or even a jackal with their pointed tips and thin frame.

 

    As her face lengthened into a Dire like muzzle something between a fox’s and a wolf’s her muscles expanded into a well toned frame ripping her shirt and jeans apart at the bust, along the spine, arms, and knees, exposing her now more well endowed fur covered cleavage and greater muscle mass. At this phase the pain had changed into a strange electric buzz and overheating feeling. She felt a sudden pain in her feet as her toes clenched and she could feel them change. Her surprise was even greater as her three toed fur covered clawed feet ripped out the front of her shoes and the shoes were ripped in half by her feet as they expanded in length. She stood exhausted for a moment. Her exhaustion was replaced in mere moments by a feeling of being stronger than she had ever felt and the world around her began to blur as a rage and feeling of power she had never felt before welled up with in her.

 

    Father Henry, Peter, Paul, and Mike have trudged back up the stairs with their new weapons in hand with Father Henry in the lead.

 

    Peter says, “Shouldn’t we have gotten a weapon for Dr. York?”

 

   Father Henry says, “It would be best that she stays back and escapes if possible with out fighting. We could get in real trouble with the Order if they found out we armed a civilian. We can only get away with Paul using one since he is a relation to members of the order.”

 

    Father Henry opens the upstairs door wide to a sight that he had never expected and startles him greatly enough to release a yell. His yell startled the female dark crimson red fox like creature before him. And when she attempted to jump back and push him away her hand slashed through his bishop’s cane and through his throat splattering his blood across the floor. Peter, Paul and Mike run in around Henry’s lifeless body and draw their weapons to this fox creature before them. They stare dumbfounded as this creature is wearing the tattered remains of Samantha’s cloths; they raise their weapons to her, startling her further.

 

    In her attempt to jump back she hit the wall next to the door of the room Jeff and Nick were staying in. Jeff in his deranged state came loudly babbling out of the room surprising the creature that the rest did not know was once Samantha. Startled she tries to push him back but the dark instincts with in her caused her to reposition her hand so rather than hitting Jeff with her palm she impales him through the gut with her out stretched claw. She slowly pulled her claw out and let Jeff’s now lifeless body fall to the floor.

 

    She stands there looking at the blood on her claws and as though in slow motion her mind turns to a more feral side and all she can think is, “blood, blood… want more blood… and flesh.” At this she turns and lunges at the three remaining in the room.

 

    As the female creature lunges at them Mike holds up the sacred silver sword and the crimson colored she-beast hits a barrier of electricity that is being emitted by the sword. She is thrown by this barrier with great crackles and pops out a nearby window on to the ledge below and rolls down it. They watch out the window as the creature rolls down the rocky hill side in the rain and suddenly rights herself and jumps up through the air an astonishing height landing on top of the main building of the gas station.

 

    Peter looks behind him at his slaughtered father and grandfather with a look of anguish and rage on his face then looks out the window at their murderer about to get away Scott free and aims his gun out the window and yells, “Die you monster Bitch!”.

 

    Samantha comes out of her heated rage partially thanks to the cooling rain and realizes she is standing on top of the gas station. She hears Peter’s voice screaming, “Die you monster bitch!” and then hears two gun shots and instinctively with a speed she never imagined before dodges both shots, and to her surprise she seems to have slowed time around her self as she watches both bullets wiz past her and hit the roof. With out even thinking of whether or not she might get hurt she jumps off the roof and disappears down the road to the north in the darkness.

 

    Inside the Church Paul stands in shock at what he has just seen and Mike walks in further looking closely at the tattered cloths around the room. Peter lowers his gun and searches the room for any signs of Samantha or her remains and looks inside the side bedroom and says, “Thank God, my son is still alive, but that bitch killed my father and grandpa. We have to hunt it down!”

 

   Mike says, “We shouldn’t be so hasty running out after that thing, your forgetting that creature was red, Versa is grey, Rhuen is black, and the two smaller ones are also black according to the police reports I got my hands on about a Mr. Richard Stevens. So I think that was a pre-emptive strike using something else not one of themselves, but something, I am not sure right now what that thing could have been though. But it may have been an attempt to lure us out of here by chasing it.”

 

    Peter goes out and down the stairs looking around the church some more for any signs of Samantha to help cool his head as Mike goes back to examining the cloths with a puzzled look on his face.

 

    Upon his return to the higher floors Peter says, “I couldn’t find any signs of Samantha any where, it’s like she vanished into thin air, but her cloths are right here. There should at least be blood or something.”

 

   Mike says, “I have seen cloths and shoes ripped a similar way before, I think that thing was Samantha. Remember they took control of her before. She was probably just their puppet. Who knows for how long she has been their puppet, she could easily have been their spy this whole time possibly.”

 

    Peter looks at the shoes that were clearly ripped out wards and the cloth fragments which are clearly ripped at the seams “Just like what it was wearing” he thinks.

 

   Peter looks down at his dead father and grandfather both in pools of blood and clinches his fist and says, “I don’t care who that demon bitch was I will hunt her down and kill her!”

 

(28)

 

    In the storm of the night on the road heading north to Brooksville no cars of any kind can be seen due to the bad weather but a single form moving at much the same speed as a car runs through the rain, it is none other than Samantha. A strange sight indeed with the rain and wind blowing back the long hair on her head and through her tattered cloths fluttering in the wind, her ears folded back and with her long Dire like tail trailing behind her. As she ran her only destination in mind was the Brooksville Lodge, then getting back to her room to retrieve her possessions and to flee from the area.  

 

    In the distance she sees the lights from the Brooksville Lodge and realizes in her current state she couldn’t possibly walk in through the front doors. She quickly veers off the road and into the forest to go around to the side of the lodge. She stealthily moves through the forest to the area beneath her window certain no one has seen her and looks up at her window which has been left open.

 

    She thinks, “I don’t remember leaving the window open. Not that it matters. How am I going to get up there?”

 

     Even as she wanders this, her instincts take over and she crouches low and jumps up crashing through the curtains bringing them down as she enters the room. She raises her self from the mess on the floor and walks over to the desk mirror. She turns on the lamp looking in disbelief at her vixen like face in the mirror. She raises her hands and slowly traces her muscle bound frame and larger breasts, up her fur covered neck and over the top of her head and long ears. Then down her muzzle and opens her mouth and traces her fangs and sharp teeth and realizes there is still a taste of blood on her hand.

 

    She thinks, “I need to clean the smell and remaining traces of blood off my hand.”

 

   With out realizing it she starts to lick her paw clean and catches her self mid-way into her third lick and thinks to herself, “I am licking blood off my hand, HUMAN blood.”  

 

    Samantha rushes into the bathroom and attempts to throw up in the toilet but is un-able to for some reason. She is about to clean her hand in the sink when she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and looks into her haunting glowing blue eyes and for some reason she thinks, “Why wash, just lick the blood off… the delicious blood.”

 

     And a terrifying toothy smile spreads across her face. She quickly shakes the feeling off as she started to lower he head back to her hand. She rushed over to the shower away from the mirror and washed the remaining blood off her hand and with the soap quickly scrubbed off as much of the smell of blood as she could. Calmed down now she looked at her tattered cloths clinging to her body with tuffs of dark crimson red fur poking through the holes, and tore the shredded cloths from her body revealing her well toned muscular fur covered body.

 

    She gets up and walks out into the room and looks into the desk mirror at her fur covered cloth less body. At first she is terrified at her appearance, but as she looks at her body, slightly pointy muzzle, long flowing hair, wide hips, twitching tail, muscular thighs and legs she starts to smile. She starts to wiggle her body back and forth as though doing a seductive dance and twitches her tail.

 

    She stops suddenly wide eyed thinking, “I am turning myself on? This fox like creature…its beautiful… I am beautiful. But this can’t be right.”

 

    She starts to feel a burning sensation in her throat and feels like she is about to vomit and rushes to the bathroom. As she hacks over the toilet a blast of blue fire shoots from her mouth and instantly vaporizes the water and scorches the toilet. She feels dizzy and stumbles into the room quickly seeing her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she walks by seeing her muzzle and ears shrink through the blur now in her eyes. She tumbles onto the floor and quickly reverts to her human form, the fur receding, the tail retracting into her spine, and her toes splitting back into five little human toes. Now back in her human state she falls asleep right there on the floor.