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silbernefuchsTitle: Dark Side Of The Moon
Fandom[s]: Masters of the Universe; World of Darkness [for inspiration]
Character[s]: Keldor, Miro [mentioned], Amelia [mentioned]
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic violence
Length: 1,006 words
Summary: The worst nightmares are the ones we'll never wake up from.
Or, Earning our "M" rating with a dream flashback.
While he was awake, Keldor found it difficult to remember what had just transpired the previous night. But now, as he slept the proverbial sleep of the dead, alone in the abandoned warehouse after Odi Finds-Them-First had left, the memories came back in full force.
It was probably the worst nightmare he'd had in his life so far, pre-change or post-change.
Of course, as a newly-changed werewolf, he had very little idea just how much worse his nightmares would become. Odi hadn't told him very much; possibly intending to leave it to someone else to explain everything to the young man. About what being a werewolf actually involved. What the history of his kind was, and their place in this world. A world most people did not even know existed, though there were some who suspected that what they saw was only an illusion covering up a darkness they would never be able to fathom.
They had no idea what it was really like.
He had no idea, up until about twenty-four hours ago, what the world was really like.
Keldor shuffled about on the sofa, muttering in his sleep as he tried to wake up. But his body wouldn't allow him to until the dreams were over.
He was, to put it simply, out of control.
Suddenly finding himself in an entirely new body that contained within it levels of anger even Keldor had never felt, he roared and screamed and howled, tearing up the kitchen as he went, trying to establish some semblance of control.
All he succeeded in was going even more berserk than he already was.
"I don't know what you've become, Keldor, but this stops. Right now!"
Keldor whirled his head around. It seemed that his vantage point had just gained at least three feet in height, and instead of looking at his father at roughly the same eye level, he was now looking down.
Miro stank of fear.
He was also aiming a gun at where he approximated Keldor's heart to be.
"I'll bet I can drop you with one shot!"
Keldor gave another bestial cry, and sent one of his hands forward to rake at Miro with claws that had to be at least six inches.
Miro's flesh offered no resistance at all.
The gun clattered as it fell to the floor.
Miro stared down to see his insides dangling from his torso with a look of pure horror.
But Keldor wasn't done with the savaging yet.
Dimly remembering that this was the man who had never loved him, Keldor plowed into Miro, feeling all the pain a man who'd effectively been rejected by his own father could feel, laying into Miro with tooth and claw until Miro's body was thoroughly destroyed.
Once it became clear that Miro was effectively dead, Keldor felt himself relax—
...crying sounds..
His mother was sobbing; seated on the floor on the other side of the blood storm Keldor had just created.
"Keldor!" she whimpered. "Please!"
He sniffed in her general direction, feeling a bit less angry now that the only other living person in the room was his stepmother. The one person in his family that actually loved him, and whom he had loved in return.
"Please! Go back to normal! Go back to being yourself!"
It was then that he'd noticed that Amelia had the gun Miro had meant to use on his own son.
Her aim was shaking badly.
He took a step towards her, an expression of curiosity on his blood-covered face.
Amelia misjudged her stepson's intentions.
...explosion of gunfire...
...searing pain...
...angry scream...
Amelia tried to run, thinking that maybe she'd just bought herself enough time to get away.
Keldor was bigger. Faster. Stronger.
He had her in his jaws...
Shook her hard.
Until the last ounce of life had left her.
He dropped her body with a meaty thud.
Still in pain from the bullet wound, as well as re-enraged, Keldor proceeded to destroy anything in the room that he hadn't destroyed within the first few minutes after his transformation...
...it was a storm of fury...
...but all storms die...
...eventually, he wore himself out...
...collapsed to the floor...
...human again...
"WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!"
*******
Keldor stank of sweat once his body finally released him from sleep.
He had a look of horror on his face as the memories of what he'd just done replayed themselves in his mind. It made him feel sick.
In fact, he had the sudden urge to vomit.
Getting up from the sofa, he'd barely managed to make it to the bathroom before the contents of his stomach came rushing up.
...he really hoped that his mother's flesh wasn't in the disgorged contents of his stomach floating about in the toilet water...
"You okay there?"
Keldor leapt up, vomit dripping from his chin, to turn to face the source.
A female voice.
It wasn't Odi.
"Odi told me that someone had had his First Change, and that he'd left them here to wait for one of our people to see him."
The woman—a short woman who appeared to be at leat ten years' Keldor's senior—was casually wiping away the vomit from his face with a moistened paper towel. Once that was done, she tossed it into the bin, then reached behind Keldor to flush the toilet.
He ... REALLY hoped that some of his stepmother's remains were not being sent down into the city's sewer system.
"I've tried to forget it myself," the woman said as if she could read minds. "But I can't."
And now that the memories had been dredged back up, Keldor felt like he wasn't going to forget his own, either.
"....mother..."
His voice was strangled. Haunted.
"Yeah. People we love tend to get caught in the crossfire. It's probably one of the worst things a werewolf can experience, and our world is a dark, terrifying and violent one."
She paused.
Tugged his hand.
"Come with me. And I'll tell you all about it."
So he did.
Fandom[s]: Masters of the Universe; World of Darkness [for inspiration]
Character[s]: Keldor, Miro [mentioned], Amelia [mentioned]
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic violence
Length: 1,006 words
Summary: The worst nightmares are the ones we'll never wake up from.
Or, Earning our "M" rating with a dream flashback.
While he was awake, Keldor found it difficult to remember what had just transpired the previous night. But now, as he slept the proverbial sleep of the dead, alone in the abandoned warehouse after Odi Finds-Them-First had left, the memories came back in full force.
It was probably the worst nightmare he'd had in his life so far, pre-change or post-change.
Of course, as a newly-changed werewolf, he had very little idea just how much worse his nightmares would become. Odi hadn't told him very much; possibly intending to leave it to someone else to explain everything to the young man. About what being a werewolf actually involved. What the history of his kind was, and their place in this world. A world most people did not even know existed, though there were some who suspected that what they saw was only an illusion covering up a darkness they would never be able to fathom.
They had no idea what it was really like.
He had no idea, up until about twenty-four hours ago, what the world was really like.
Keldor shuffled about on the sofa, muttering in his sleep as he tried to wake up. But his body wouldn't allow him to until the dreams were over.
He was, to put it simply, out of control.
Suddenly finding himself in an entirely new body that contained within it levels of anger even Keldor had never felt, he roared and screamed and howled, tearing up the kitchen as he went, trying to establish some semblance of control.
All he succeeded in was going even more berserk than he already was.
"I don't know what you've become, Keldor, but this stops. Right now!"
Keldor whirled his head around. It seemed that his vantage point had just gained at least three feet in height, and instead of looking at his father at roughly the same eye level, he was now looking down.
Miro stank of fear.
He was also aiming a gun at where he approximated Keldor's heart to be.
"I'll bet I can drop you with one shot!"
Keldor gave another bestial cry, and sent one of his hands forward to rake at Miro with claws that had to be at least six inches.
Miro's flesh offered no resistance at all.
The gun clattered as it fell to the floor.
Miro stared down to see his insides dangling from his torso with a look of pure horror.
But Keldor wasn't done with the savaging yet.
Dimly remembering that this was the man who had never loved him, Keldor plowed into Miro, feeling all the pain a man who'd effectively been rejected by his own father could feel, laying into Miro with tooth and claw until Miro's body was thoroughly destroyed.
Once it became clear that Miro was effectively dead, Keldor felt himself relax—
...crying sounds..
His mother was sobbing; seated on the floor on the other side of the blood storm Keldor had just created.
"Keldor!" she whimpered. "Please!"
He sniffed in her general direction, feeling a bit less angry now that the only other living person in the room was his stepmother. The one person in his family that actually loved him, and whom he had loved in return.
"Please! Go back to normal! Go back to being yourself!"
It was then that he'd noticed that Amelia had the gun Miro had meant to use on his own son.
Her aim was shaking badly.
He took a step towards her, an expression of curiosity on his blood-covered face.
Amelia misjudged her stepson's intentions.
...explosion of gunfire...
...searing pain...
...angry scream...
Amelia tried to run, thinking that maybe she'd just bought herself enough time to get away.
Keldor was bigger. Faster. Stronger.
He had her in his jaws...
Shook her hard.
Until the last ounce of life had left her.
He dropped her body with a meaty thud.
Still in pain from the bullet wound, as well as re-enraged, Keldor proceeded to destroy anything in the room that he hadn't destroyed within the first few minutes after his transformation...
...it was a storm of fury...
...but all storms die...
...eventually, he wore himself out...
...collapsed to the floor...
...human again...
"WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!"
Keldor stank of sweat once his body finally released him from sleep.
He had a look of horror on his face as the memories of what he'd just done replayed themselves in his mind. It made him feel sick.
In fact, he had the sudden urge to vomit.
Getting up from the sofa, he'd barely managed to make it to the bathroom before the contents of his stomach came rushing up.
...he really hoped that his mother's flesh wasn't in the disgorged contents of his stomach floating about in the toilet water...
"You okay there?"
Keldor leapt up, vomit dripping from his chin, to turn to face the source.
A female voice.
It wasn't Odi.
"Odi told me that someone had had his First Change, and that he'd left them here to wait for one of our people to see him."
The woman—a short woman who appeared to be at leat ten years' Keldor's senior—was casually wiping away the vomit from his face with a moistened paper towel. Once that was done, she tossed it into the bin, then reached behind Keldor to flush the toilet.
He ... REALLY hoped that some of his stepmother's remains were not being sent down into the city's sewer system.
"I've tried to forget it myself," the woman said as if she could read minds. "But I can't."
And now that the memories had been dredged back up, Keldor felt like he wasn't going to forget his own, either.
"....mother..."
His voice was strangled. Haunted.
"Yeah. People we love tend to get caught in the crossfire. It's probably one of the worst things a werewolf can experience, and our world is a dark, terrifying and violent one."
She paused.
Tugged his hand.
"Come with me. And I'll tell you all about it."
So he did.
