Post by Joey on Jul 9, 2010 10:27:03 GMT -5
Camp, finnaly. Everyone had been looking forward to this break from the hustle of everyday life. A retreat of sorts. Everyone needs a break every once in awhile. Time to kick back and relax.
The day goes by so fast, games, crafts, food, fun. Everyone had the time of their life, and couldn't wait for the campfire. Sooner than they know it they're all walking down to the pit.
Thwap!
"Holy SHIRT!" said masterofthedark91, rubbing his face where the branch hit him.
"You gotta watch where you're going," said Jean
Campfire is awesome, filled with laughter and song. Everyone has a great time, and dreads bedtime. But all fun has to end. Walking back to camp, there is the regular sadness of the end of the day, but the joy that comes when you realize you get to do it all again.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" comes a high girly shrill.
Everyone's blood turns ice cold.
"Help, there's a body! Oh no plea-" said a voice from the direction of the scream.
There is a sound of breaking bone and tearing flesh. Then of leaves rustling as something makes it's escape.
It's too late. Everyone arrives at the scene to see a blood-curling sight. Zang is laying on the ground, chest ripped to shreds. Everyone follows his lifeless eyes to a tree, where masterofthedark91 is skewered on a branch. The very branch he had hit earlier.
Ricky runs up and examines the two bodies.
"They're dead Jim" he says.
He examines Zang's chest. Claw marks, no doubt.
"I've seen this before," he wispers to himself, "This isn't good."
Jean runs up to him,
"What is it, what's wrong?"
Ricky looks up to the crowd. He had laughed and sang with each of them at least once each that day. Now he had to fight back tears and say words he dreaded:
"Something did this, someone. Someone did this on purpose, and they're going to do it again. And this isn't any old person. They're in this group right now." He feels a tear roll down his cheek as he says the last sentence. "There are werewolves among us."
"Wait!" shouted John. "Somethings happening to masterofthedark's body!"
He was right. The body was twisting, conforming into something unhuman. Carter ran over and looked at him. He saw fangs growing out from hid friends mouth.
"I can't believe it," he said, "My friend was a werewolf."
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Zang and masterofthedark91 were killed. Zang was a villager, master was a werewolf. Let the voting begin!
click3ty-
it'scarteryo-
Leo-
John-
torterraoats-
Normantheone-
benyamin-
kreacherxluver-
Ricky-
nakor-
unfairbear-
tiffany-
bestusernameeva-
Diana-
Matthew-
engesa-
Obilink-
mashuga31-
Ronster900-
cooltiger413-
The day goes by so fast, games, crafts, food, fun. Everyone had the time of their life, and couldn't wait for the campfire. Sooner than they know it they're all walking down to the pit.
Thwap!
"Holy SHIRT!" said masterofthedark91, rubbing his face where the branch hit him.
"You gotta watch where you're going," said Jean
Campfire is awesome, filled with laughter and song. Everyone has a great time, and dreads bedtime. But all fun has to end. Walking back to camp, there is the regular sadness of the end of the day, but the joy that comes when you realize you get to do it all again.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" comes a high girly shrill.
Everyone's blood turns ice cold.
"Help, there's a body! Oh no plea-" said a voice from the direction of the scream.
There is a sound of breaking bone and tearing flesh. Then of leaves rustling as something makes it's escape.
It's too late. Everyone arrives at the scene to see a blood-curling sight. Zang is laying on the ground, chest ripped to shreds. Everyone follows his lifeless eyes to a tree, where masterofthedark91 is skewered on a branch. The very branch he had hit earlier.
Ricky runs up and examines the two bodies.
"They're dead Jim" he says.
He examines Zang's chest. Claw marks, no doubt.
"I've seen this before," he wispers to himself, "This isn't good."
Jean runs up to him,
"What is it, what's wrong?"
Ricky looks up to the crowd. He had laughed and sang with each of them at least once each that day. Now he had to fight back tears and say words he dreaded:
"Something did this, someone. Someone did this on purpose, and they're going to do it again. And this isn't any old person. They're in this group right now." He feels a tear roll down his cheek as he says the last sentence. "There are werewolves among us."
"Wait!" shouted John. "Somethings happening to masterofthedark's body!"
He was right. The body was twisting, conforming into something unhuman. Carter ran over and looked at him. He saw fangs growing out from hid friends mouth.
"I can't believe it," he said, "My friend was a werewolf."
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Zang and masterofthedark91 were killed. Zang was a villager, master was a werewolf. Let the voting begin!
click3ty-
it'scarteryo-
Leo-
John-
torterraoats-
Normantheone-
benyamin-
kreacherxluver-
Ricky-
nakor-
unfairbear-
tiffany-
bestusernameeva-
Diana-
Matthew-
engesa-
Obilink-
mashuga31-
Ronster900-
cooltiger413-