Werewolf (TV): Charlestown

Amlan Satan, pensive lycanthrope, finds himself in Charlestown for a 'culture-examination' linked to the 'sentiment(s)' of 'American' math.

Another fanfiction of that 'fantastic' 20th-Century lycanthropy human drama Werewolf (Fox-TV). Thanks for reading, 

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Amlan Satan, some time older (now), had wandered into Charlestown, New England, and began work as a telemarketer, and this time around, he'd not seek-out any hero-deed or serious duty while (continuing to) negotiate his horrid dark secret, his lycanthrope-identity...of being a very real werewolf after bitten by a wolf in the woods. He simply hoped to get work, live temporarily in this new area (once-again) in a modest/rented motel-room (or hostel/apt.) and maybe make some Selfie-culture posts about Charlestown life/materialism (for the Ego).

Well, fate was not on his side (once-again), as when the full-moon arrived in Charlestown and Mr. Satan, our prince of affable pensive qualities, prayed (once-again) he'd not mutate (once-again) but certainly had. He sped off into a forest area by Charlestown where he attacked (and decapitated!) a cruel huntsman torturing a captured deer very-late at night. He howled at the moon and looked at his crown-glory in his deformed-consciousness of (purified) hatred...and (simply) wondered what would be this 'Charlestown' memory of lycanthrope-matter (wow).

AMLAN SATAN: Now, awaken, back as human, recruited by this undercover unit in Charlestown for a blood-diamond Halloween raid/theater for (insured) social media commentary turns me (this time) into a 'magician' for acidic commentary (for the good of this 'B+' town of masks).

MERCHANT: We'd been raided/toasted/hailed as a stage for Ion.

INTERVIEW: This Ion-company eco-minerals mining corruption tie lies?

MERCHANT: We're uncertain of (Interpol-relation?) track(s) for Mass.

INTERVIEW: At least there's no werewolves of capitalism (here/now).

MERCHANT: Without doubt(s)...good for social media (wow).

AMLAN SATAN: Wow, water-guns filled with acid for (Interpol-relation?) company chess creates a consciousness for creative control(s) in capitalism-readings...and perhaps for my therapeutic memory of hero-comics from boyhood (maybe).

SHEILA: You need a good counselor, Amlan Satan.

SATAN: You sure are pretty; cyber-modeling.

SHEILA: I've been a psychologist for some time now, NY-University!

SATAN: I'm about to depart from Charlestown, Sheila, but I love you.

SHEILA: You're going to wander around forever, like a nomad (now)?

SATAN: Hey, I'll look you up on Facebook...compare you to others.

SHEILA: Well, I guess some 'wolves' are simply Charlestown ghosts.

Before departing Charlestown, this wandering-werewolf had a 'cool' (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-brunch plate to remind himself of what made this great Homeland a place for hospitality-readings, that untouchable sense(s) of soft/zesty...materialism bonds and bread (ha).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)