Written for the Trifecta writing challenge.
It’s now day 357 since I got stuck. Not stuck on an island or in a crashed plane in the arctic or anything BORING like that. I’m stuck in the shape, of a werewolf.
It was fun, just being a dog for a while, chewing the occasional tennis ball. But I was a freak. Without a reversion to human form, my human side could only express itself through my mind. Over time I ceased craving the hunt, and started craving a Big Mac with fries. I missed listening to Audioslave and just rocking out. Six months into being stuck, my human thought pattern had returned almost completely, although fire hydrants still make me want to pee.
I started living in an abandoned building near the edge of town. That way I could conveniently scare a pizza delivery guy out of his pizza. You gotta love a large Meat-Lover’s, you know? It was at this time that a life-changing event happened to me.
One day, the local drug lord decided somebody encroached on his turf and he raided my pad, while I was there. I stepped in front of him and said, “Boo.” That was it. Didn’t even eat him, not a nibble. The sight of me alone is scary. I’m about eight feet tall and built like a linebacker. No hybrid face for me. I got a straightup wolf’s head, though one fitting an animal 5 times heavier than a wolf. The drug lord guy emptied a clip into me. All it did was piss me off. I roared into his face. He wet himself and ran for his life. Soon, the drug trade ceased in the town.
I realized I may be stuck with this inconvenient shape, but I can still make a difference. I hunt criminals now. I’m pretty much invulnerable so they haven’t got a chance. Crime has gone extinct in our little town. I’m moving to the big city soon. Watch out bad guys. A big ol’ dog is movin’ in.
This week’s Trifecta writing challenge is to write between 33 and 333 words using the word and third definition of Freak (one that is markedly unusual or abnormal.) The Trifecta page may be found here: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/