*Flash Back*
"Hey have you guys ever heard the legend of Fukaro, the red devil?" Shakey asked one night. The four omegas were sitting in a hot spring telling stupid ghost stories. "No, whats the story?" Humphrey replied. "Well, its sinabi to go like this... Not to far from here, there is an old abandoned town called 'Silent Hill', a resort town and they say that he lurks there" Shakey began. Salty, Mooch, and Humphrey had sudden chills in their spines. "And he was first sighted sa pamamagitan ng a man named Walter Sullivan, a deranged serial killer who was arrested for many murders. Well, he commit ed suicide in his jail cell one morning and he left a note in blood saying the 'red devil' was after him. No one ever knew what he was talking about. Now some years later, a man sa pamamagitan ng the name of James Sunderland came to Silent burol to paghahanap for his wife. He disappeared without a trace for a week. He was found later outside of town having a mental break down saying a man with a red pyramid mask was raping these two people and then slaughtered them with a giant knife. Well, they thought he was crazy, but he two committed suicide in his hospital room and every single nurse on night watch was found slaughtered and each corpse showed that they had been brutally raped before hand. So now, they say if you hear a loud scrapping sound, you better watch out, because there is this old saying that goes 'Clank! Clank! Thunk! Scrape! Pyramid Head has come to rape!' So watch yourself." Shakey concluded. There was a long pause. Humphrey was trembling. "Hey guys, I have to go, I dont feel well." Humphrey sinabi as he ran off. The three omegas stared in confusion.
*Flash Back Ends*
The mga lobo decided to call it a night and drop the whole Fukaro thing. Lilly and Garth went to their cave and fell asleep susunod to each-other.
At about 1:00 A.M. they both woke up to hear a loud scrapping sound. "Garth..." Lilly whined. "Oh god its him." Garth whimpered. Sure enough at the entrance of the cave was Pyramid Head with a spear instead of the great knife. "Lilly, get to the back of the room, I will hold him off." Garth ordered. "No Garth!" Lilly cried. "Just fucking do it!" Garth snapped. Lilly cowered in the corner. Pyramid Head hissed and proceeded to fight Garth. Garth jumped and bit its right arm. Pyramid Head seemed to grunt as it "looked" at its wound. Garth tried to jump on its helmet but as he did, Pyramid Head grabbed Garth sa pamamagitan ng the scruff. "RUN! LILLY! GO TO YOUR PARENTS! TELL MY DAD I pag-ibig HIM!" Garth screamed. Lilly, who was crying, nodded as she whizzed past Pyramid Head. "LILLY! I pag-ibig YOU!" Garth cried as she turned to see Pyramid Head rip Garth's skin off him.
Lilly ran to Winston and Eve's cave and howled. They both ran out to see Pyramid Head holding Garth's body and well, you know. "TONY!" Eve cried. Tony ran out to see Garth and Pyramid Head. "NO! GARTH! YOU KILLED MY SON!" Tony screamed as he charged at Pyramid Head. "No Tony!" Lilly cried but it was too late. He ran right into Pyramid Head's large spear. "Oh Jesus... LILLY! GET UP HERE NOW!" Eve screamed. Lilly pointed her paw to the entrance of the cave. The two elder mga lobo turned to see another Pyramid Head with the great kutsilyo approaching them. The other Pyramid Head was just behind Lilly. "RUN LILLY! JUST GO! LEAVE JASPER!" Her parents cried. Then, right in front of Lilly, her parents were sliced in half. But before she could leave, the Pyramid Head behind her jabbed his spear into her stomach. She was killed instantly. The two Pyramid Heads then vanished into thin air. Leaving five bloody corpses behind them. And several days later, these attacks occurred until the Eastern and Western Packs were no more....
me as a kid
Well guys I'm back and I guess I'll add to another story because I've completely forgotten where I was going with HIM(The Humphrey in Me), Goodbye Pack, and the Brotherhood. So what I will do is start from scratch and make a new thing which sort of involves wolves....They're werewolves.....And it's for a manga I am actually deciding to create and might get published. (Have a artist as a friend....long story.) But since my pack here loves me...I thought it would be a good idea....But I want to know what you brothers and sisters have to say....I don't mind if you don't want me to...It's just easier because with each story I get feedback and I get better and better! So comment with your thoughts...I really really would appreciate it ^.^
Chief Petty Officer John-117
I was on my way to a beach. Yeah I know right? A beach. A half an oras from anywhere. There was a house there that my dad sinabi we had to live in now. Before this 5 araw drive, his buisness of a camping system burned down. We could not afford the house, so we had to move.
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh pagkain was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and sinabi nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh pagkain was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and sinabi nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)
