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" What do you make of the boy, did he survive?"- Vilomah asked.
" My love, in one year this boy will turn into a werewolf. Let us leave all of this illusion behind." - Her husband communicated patiently and with care in order to comfort her.
"No, Alexander, we can't leave him, ." - Said Vilomah, pulling away from her husband's arms.
"We will bring the boy." - Alexander said, tossing his limp body over his shoulder.
Lugar's eyes and mind were fluttering on and off. Each stride that Alexander took covered such a distance that it felt like a mile. He was attempting to raise his chin as best he could to know more about his whereabouts.
" It will be okay, you hear me." - Vilomah said as she ran her hands through his hair.
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" You hear me... You hear me... Wake up son!" - The sheriff said while running his baton on the cell bars.
An investigation had taken place and the sheriff was brought pictures of the massacre that took place in the doctor's office.
"Got some photos for ya, is he still sleeping sheriff?" - Asked the deputy who was second in charge.
" You see, the boy may very well be asleep but something tells me his mind is steady racing and awake." - Observed the sheriff.
"Still has not fess up to anything yet?"- The deputy followed his question with another.
"Nothing. Well let me see them pictures you fetched. Pull 'em up on the projector." - Pointed the Sheriff.
" Might want to take a sit, they are pretty egregious." - The deputy spoke in seriousness.
"I like standing. It is exercise." - Stated the sheriff.
"This first one here is from the doctor's office." - Explained the deputy.
As they flipped through the crime scene Lugar was vigorously rocking in his sleep. Wrapped in the blanket that the farmer's wife had given him.
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"On three, one, two, three!" - Ordered the lead doctor as they picked up Lugar and placed him on the operating bed.
" How old?" - He asked.
"We believe him to be ten or eleven based on the structure of his teeth." - The second doctor responded.
" Hereditary or cursed?" - Asked the lead while attaching the machinery.
" He was cursed sir, a year ago from today." - Quickly responded was the second doctor as the two of them started to observe him under the OR light.
" Injecting twenty five milligrams of anti- transformation matter into subject Seven-Four-Three-Seven. " - Said the lead doctor as he spoke into the small microphone on his jacket.
He continued ," Vitals are stable after introducing phase one. We will now move on to phase two."
" This is thrillingly interesting." - Hummed the third doctor.
Their experimentation was heavily calculated and involved years of trials on unique beings. Though a boy, Lugar's age was a rare opportunity. They twirled their fingers waiting for the transition to begin. The morphism was expected to be subdued by the anti-transformation methods. The three doctors' thoughts and conversation was cut off by the intrusion of the hunter who pressed the button that inflicted Lugar due to the drills that were entering his skin.
"Who pressed that!?" - The first doctor was confused and scrambled.
Standing in the back was the man who shot Lugar on the dock. There was a silver bullet around his neck and a drawing that he drew of a werewolf on the doctor's board.
He continued ,"For twenty six years I've earned a living catching and killing werewolves. It's a maga-dog, nothing like domesticating a fox or a coyote. On top of that the clock is misleading....."
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" These photos are something else, there is no way in Jesus' name that a boy that size could have done that." - Said the Sheriff in disbelief.
" Hold on a second, you hear that?" - The deputy said, shushing his sheriff.
" We got lights and phones out up here! Somebody talk to me!" - Shouted the deputy clerk from up the hall.
" Well what do we have here." - Said the sheriff.
The emergency lights ignited in sequential order down the halls and around the office. It was a faint alarm singing throughout as well. At that point the deputy was sent to do head counts in the cell blocks, shining his hand held equipment on the faces of the inmates.
" Come on, heads up, keep it simple!"- He was shouting to the inmates.
Once he got to the cell that held Lugar he could see the bars were bent and pried open, which made him draw his weapon. A smell grew stronger as he continued down the way he was going, hugging the wall. When two or more inmates ( he could not tell in the dark) came running past him.
" It is something down there tearing them apart sir!" - One of them yelled.
The deputy covered his nose with his inner forearm and made his way to a puddle of blood and shredded orange suits. It was no longer any yelling of any kind but he could hear a heavy breathing coming from a corner.
" I thought he said werewolves turn every twenty nine and a half days. Misleading son of..." - That was the last words of the deputy who's throat was sliced by Lugar, killing him instantly.
Shortly after the sheriff arrived with many men and they began firing into the direction of Lugar. To avoid cross fire some officers took a knee with the others firing over their shoulders. A sniper-men was also placed behind them at the far end of the hall, he most certainly had the green light if he could get a clear line of sight on Lugar.
"My house, my rules!" - Yelled the sheriff.
An array of warehoused bullets were being fired. Creating a literal barrier between Lugar and the rest of the building causing him to jump from a window onto the street and disappear into the nearby forest.
Galloping through the pecan trees and rivers. He naturally returned to himself about a mile into escaping the onslaught ; pausing at a pond to look at his own reflection, slapping the water. Though his memory would slip he was becoming more used to the change and remembering things through his nightmares. He recalled his parents used to pray with him every night.
Through inspiration and in high hopes, he found himself talking to God, "How could I have killed all those people? How could I have turned into a murderer? I am turning into an animal and hurting people, killing people. I just want to go back home. Back to who I was, my normal self again. I don't want to be a beast. I miss my mom. I miss my dad. I miss Penny. How could I have killed all those people? " - He cried.
The sheriff along with his body of deputies and hound dogs combed through the woods at a sprint looking for Lugar. Their flashlights bouncing off of each other and the dogs gear in full throttle. Lugar had picked up on their scent and continued to run deep into the woods and away from his tormented state of mind.