[ WP ] In a cliched style , a monster is trying to kill a bunch of horny teenagers at a secluded cabin . Unknown to the thing one of them is a werewolf and a full moon is rising ...

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 There were three of us now. 
 
 The thing outside was n't a man. it was a *thing*. Over six-and-a-half feet tall and at least three hundred pounds of muscle, a white hockeymask, grey overall and a rusty, blood covered machete. 
 
 Mike must've been the first. They found him gutted, hanging upside down in the tree two hours ago. When they tried to drive away, the car would n't start. Someone had hacked away at the wiring under the hood. Celine, Mike's girlfriend who was in the backseat, then was stabbed through the back of her head, her brains flowing out through the massive hole in her forehead. When they tried to run, Daisy tripped on the ground. The *thing* dragged her in the bushes while she screamed. No one wanted to know what he was doing with her, but the fact that her decapitated head, barely recognizable except for her ponytail, her cracked mouth still open in a never ending wail, was found staked to a tree they passed told them enough. Danny, always the tech wizard, managed to get a boat starting in the shed where he'd been shagging Laura in. Laura got in the boat, when the *thing* somehow dropped through the ceiling of the boat garage. He sliced Laura in half while Danny was beating the killer with a lead pipe. No one knew what happened for sure, but he probably died in some terrible way. 
 
 Only Bryan, the introvert, Alison, the slutty blonde cheerleader with the miniskirt and tits almost falling out her bra, and Dave, Alison's pothead boyfriend. 
 
 Dave was holding Alison, who was cradled on his lap, quietly sobbing for the loss of their friends. Bryan was looking through the window over his glasses, staying a little too calm, occasionally taking a peek at Alison. She was so pretty when she was crying. He wished he was the one she'd come to. He'd always been her friend. 
 
 A scraping noise on the north side of the tool shed they were in startled them. Alison almost screached, but Dave held his hand forcibly over her mouth, stopping the scream dead. A shadow cast in the shed through one of the foggy windows. He, no, *it* walked outside. *It* knew they were there. Bryan knew. 
 
 He needed only a couple of minutes. Then the full moon would be out. Then he could put up a fight. The full moon would come out then. He could fight it then. 
 
 A bash on the other side of the house could n't stop Ali's scream this time. She climbed off Dave and made a run for the door. Bryan tried to stop her, reached out to grab her. To stop her from going outside, where the *thing* would wait for her. 
 
 `` Ali, no! ``, Bryan yelled. 
 
 She was suprisingly strong and rammed straight through the door, sprinting into the darkness. Fog had surrounded the tool shed, the summer camp where Mike, Celine and Daisy were lying. And Ali was running straight into it. 
 
 Bryan sprinted after her, but out of nowhere, the *thing* stepped forward, taking three large strides while reaching out, and grabbed her by the throat. It stabbed her through the bottom of the head, slamming her jaw shut as the blade rose through the back of her head. It then gripped the handle and thrust it up, bringing her head at a ninety-degree angle, snapping her neck with and audible crack. A sickening crush came when it pulled the blade out of her head. One heavy swing severed Ali's head from her neck and sent it flying towards Bryan as her body fell to the ground. 
 
 As it landed, Ali's head turned face up, staring back at Bryan with soulless eyes as blood pooled out from the newly fashioned hole in her head. The suprise still shining brightly in her eyes. But that was n't the only thing shining in her eyes. 
 
 The full moon. 
 
 Bryan felt his heart crunch, not sure if it was because the love of his life had just been murdered, or because his other self was crawling out to avenge her. The *thing* came stepping forward, Alison's blood dripping from her blade. His towering presence intimidating and haunting, his eyes even more dead then Alison's. 
 
 Bryan's bones were aching and growing now, ripping through his clothes. His face morphed into a wolf's muzzle, his legs growing digitrade, fur growing all over. The thing simply watched with a dead gaze. 
 
 After ten seconds, Bryan was gone and the beast stood in his place, foaming from the mouth. Dave stood in the doorway now, simply stared in shock, incapable of prossessing what the hell just happened. 
 
 Bryan, or the thing that stood in Bryan's place, roared out loud at the moon so loud Dave's eardrums almost broke. The wolfman slowly turned around to face Dave. It still had Bryan's eyes, but had a feralness set to it. 
 
 `` Boat. Run. ``, the wolfman growled through the foam and the rage shimmering beneath the fur and skin. 
 
 It then charged the thing, and they both went fighting into the mist. Slashes, punches, ripping and roars filled the air as Dave made a run for the boat. He did n't even think about it. He could n't think about it. He could n't think. The friends that he grew up with, butchered like animals for slaughter. And then Ali. Oh God, Ali... 
 
 Dave threw what little stomach contents he had up on the dirt path. He was on his knees now, hands gripping the dirt where the soft rain of an hour ago had turned the dirt into mud. Ali was safe in these hands, and now she's gone. Her killer being fought off by Bryan. The wolfman. Both. 
 
 Dave wanted to just lie down and die. He would never recover from this. He would spend the rest of his life in an insane asylum, strapped in a straightjacket and high on meds that would keep his mind numb while doctors would give him shock therapy and turn his brain to pulp. 
 
 A howl, a dog's cry, a wolf's cry, filled the air. It was filled with pain and loss. Bryan. 
 
 Suddenly, Dave did n't want to die. He got up and saw that the boat garage was only fifty feet away. He was *so* close to getting out alive. All he had to do was just walk in, get in the boat, turn it on, and get the fuck out, never to come back. Dave felt an inch of hope. He was going to make it. 
 
 He basically sprinted inside the garage as fast as he could, his baggy clothes flopping around his limbs and body. The light popped since he was last here, only the moon shining on the water providing a source of light. The place smelled of blood and shit. Laura and Danny were probably still there. In the boat. He'd take them home and bury them. 
 
 Dave rummaged around the shed, trying to find a light. He cut himself on some of the tools, but found a flashlight. after fumbling with his bleeding and and flicking the controls, cursing the fucking thing for not working, it turned on. 
 Laura was still in the boat, a pool of blood formed around both her halves. Dave got closer, wondering what happened to Danny, as he felt something dripping on his head. 
 
 Danny was hanging on the ceiling, tied by a chain around the neck on one of the horizontal support beams. His chest had a large hole, right where the heart should be. 
 
 Dave forced himself to look away. He had no time. Bryan or that freak might be coming for him. He stuffed then flashlight in his mouth and looked around for the keys. 
 
 They were n't in the ignition. Looking up to Danny, Dave could n't see anything in his pockets. Laura did n't have a purse or jeans, so she could n't have them. But where could they- 
 
 A jingle of chains, behind Dave. 
 
 His blood froze in his veins. His heart was beating as if it were the last beats it could beat. He could hear in it his ears. He slowly turned around, whining when he saw the source. 
 
 A large shape stood in the doorway. It's face was completely scarred and ripped, showing skull on several points, black blood seeping out of his left eye socket. Its flesh was grey and greenish, his chest exposed through ripped coveralls. It was bleeding so badly, Dave could see a stream of blood pouring out the several huge lashes on its flat belly. Its left arm had large holes in it, bite marks covered the limb. Its right leg had similair wounds, and his stance showed that he did n't favor it. 
 
 In its right arm, it held a fur and blood covered machete. In its left hand, the keys. 
 
 EDIT: small fixes and spelling errors. 
 

