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Lost Track of a Ginger Snap
Get in your room now,” as daddy fashioned a gun. Mom grabbed me and her facial expression was undone, something must be wrong, I ask she looked at me and welts started to run, down we hunkered under the bed hidden by overhanging covers. A howl and a crash with two gunshots and I gasped, fathers voice had me took aback, he screamed as I heard a growl ripping flesh off his skull. Abruptly a thud and silence, except paws through a puddle of violence. They came closer I hunkered closer to mother, she was shaking and scared but still tried reassurance. Then a bang on the door, another and another and many more. Wolves are barking a dirge pitched this score, the frame crack and creaks open ember eyes strike my core, I whimper mother shushes but it doesn’t matter anymore. Paws scratch the hardwood floor, latches on her throat I stood fixated froze, then I grabbed it around it’s neck and choked as she drowned, their eyes leave no light and glaze about the same time, now I’m left alone sobbing on the ground, tale woven so cold.. What did we do to suffer this primal crime? I gutted it and wore it’s skin, human in wolf’s clothing, all fours I am running, into you a feral creature now alpha pack leader, howling at the moonlight.
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