Werewolf (TV): Boston's Match

A Story by Abishai100

Amlan Satan, wandering lycanthrope, finds treasure/hope in Boston-town, but can he make for 'discovery' for (real) beautiful mechanics?

A fanfiction of Werewolf (Fox-TV). Hope you like,

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AMLAN SATAN: Now I'm in New England as a Bostonian, working inside a gem-store with (rumored/insured) blood-diamond corruption, invoking in me a special 'heroics' deed for social media commentary/lore that would offer eco-minerals mining value(s) that might draw sufficiency in capitalism-race 'chess' to rid me of my haunted 'curse' of werewolf bread (for all time).

While working inside the gem-market in Boston as a wandering 'werewolf-thinker' of New England, Amlan Satan, our ill-fated man, bitten by a wolf in the forest of America and now transformed into a very real lycanthrope (werewolf), decided this store-and-bank operation for hero-deeds concerning insurance-commentary would create a new 'face' for treasure-motions criticism while casting himself as a 'vigilante' of eco-mineral mining 'cinema' chat(s). However, Satan (Amlan) hoped this 'theater' would (eventually) draw him away from his evil-fate of Wolfen-bonds.

BANK MANAGER: This acid-gun operation for box-storage was high-art.

JOURNALIST: This is some (Interpol-relation?) treasure-game (IQ)?

MANAGER: Perhaps; maybe this was street-gossip for capitalism-IQ.

JOURNALIST: Well, maybe this 'mystery-man' was a policeman.

MANAGER: There's no certainty; treasure-myth is Boston's curse!

JOURNALIST: Wow (bad for social media books).

Well, if you'd become a cursed werewolf of America, would you seek this treasure hand-write for redemption, as Amlan Satan had? That's what he decided would be a special 'remedy' for his lycanthrope-existence, perhaps for a 'defense' in eco-minerals fortune-reading(s). Perhaps he'd even create Halloween-costumed 'copycat' storytelling fanfare for Bostonian-energizer IQ for diamond-consumerism magic (or depression!).

Perhaps the gem-store (for Boston bank ties) would 'profit' from this insurance theater for Homeland (American) superstition(s), and Satan, the cursed werewolf decided that this 'chance' to use his extra credits in employment required him to become a photo-graphics 'legend' for New England capitalism-race 'chess' (for the materialist advocate!).

EZZY (Girlfriend): Why'd I endorse your vigilantism, if you're leaving?
SATAN: I'm a werewolf, Ezzy, and I need some 'angel' of friendship!

EZZY: I'm unsure if this darkness in treasure-deeds is social sanity.

SATAN: I'm sure of that; consider my proposition(s)...for the Ego.

EZZY: Oh, alright (good for social media).

SATAN: You're the best 'model' for my prayer(s) of bread (thanx).

When the full-moon came in New England, and Satan mutated (once-more) into a lycanthrope (werewolf!), he decided to use his power(s) to disorient two tracking/stalking cops who chased him into the forest (prior to his transformation), but he'd been (seriously) humbled, and he decided not to put Esmerelda ('Ezzy'), his Boston-girlfriend, a waitress and jewelry-magazine model, into any more danger (for hope and rumors).

COP: You don't have any 'tie' with Amlan Satan?
EZZY: We used to visit Harvard-Sq. (for chess) on Saturdays.

COP: That's all!

EZZY: We were lovers; but all I knew (really) was his friendship.

COP: Why'd he leave Boston-town?
EZZY: Maybe for humbles sense(s) of 'American' pride.

COP: Damn; thanx (stay wired).

EZZY: Sure (good).

Before Amlan/Ezzy parted-ways, she gifted him with a special (Indian) luchi-bread diner-plate and chat, concerning why his departure would reflect his ongoing emotional/religious struggle with lycanthropy, and he promised her that her safe-distance from any danger(s), linked to his (own) life, would only serve as a cherished 'memoir' of what made her his special (secret!) lady of the lake of matches/fire.