Lycanthropy: American March

Amlan Satan wanders into Harvard-Sq. and meets two women who're deadly-opposites but aren't lycanthropes (like him), 'drawing' the Ego.

A fanfiction of Werewolf (Fox-TV). 

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AMLAN SATAN: Well, back in New England, still cursed by lycanthropy, and fearful of the upcoming full-moon energizer-IQ that will either make me forget many activities of worthwhile normalness or make we wish I was a normal man dealing with more 'sinister' (or evil!) werewolves who don't dream of becoming Facebook heroes with wives (hmm).

Yes, our fave protagonist antihero prince of lycanthrope-curse(s), Amlan Satan, found himself in the Harvard-Sq. area, making small-time money playing chess in pay-stations to earn rent for the nearby Boston-area 'hostel' that took him in as a 'special' resident. It wasn't close to the full-moon (just yet), and Mr. Satan was about to meet a 'cool' if dangerous lady with a Russian chess-proposition for social media photo-graphics (hmm).

DELILAH: Are you into Arthurian lore, good-fellow?
SATAN: Nah, just chess; though I do love those 'classic' Bond films.

DELILAH: James Bond ain't Camelot-lit, good-fellow.

SATAN: What's the draw for Russian-IQ and King Arthur for chess?

DELILAH: The world's filled with intelligence-for-matter; and chess!

SATAN: What you want me to represent some Russian club online?
DELILAH: Would you...a Russia-Ukraine 'friends-network' tourney?

SATAN: What's it in (for me), Delilah my lady?
DELILAH: I can read you Mallory (maybe make luchi).

SATAN: Sounds like a hoot (for social media!).

While living temporarily with his newfound 'chess-fan' (the Russian Delilah), our cursed lycanthrope played hours of Altered-Beast with his hostess' son (Damian), making 'cool' street-jokes about folk-interpretation of werewolf-imagery, arts, storytelling, and games! Wow, he really dreamed he wasn't a 'Wolfen-genius' (now), but Delilah noticed some 'scents' of the Great Depression in his brain while he was playing games with Damian (hmm).

Then, while on this rather 'quaint' non-adventure, Satan met another lady at Harvard-Sq., while earning dough-for-chess, a sharp lady who managed to stalemate the rather 'nifty' chess-man. Before Amlan became a werewolf of darkness, he was a fan (in teen years) of Battle-Chess. You see, this new lady, chess-player (not coordinator), Danica, was from the Ukraine and hoped Satan our werewolf might represent her cyber-chess circle for the hyped online-net tourney and not the Russians. Amlan realized he was developing a 'soft-heart' for both ladies, and he learned they simply loathed each other, plotting against each other (wow). Who'd he choose (now)? Who'd be 'better' at dealing with his lycanthropy-examination(s)?

AMLAN: After watching a wolfen-horror film with Damian for Halloween, I can't bear to think my lycanthropy-condition will turn me vertigo and 'move' me to become closer to Danica; for capitalism's materialism bards!

DAMIAN: What's this, buddy?
SATAN: A Sabatini (Argentina) pro-women's tennis spirits treasure!

DAMIAN: For me...why?
SATAN: It's a 'memoir' of her 'cool' defiance of invincible Graf.

DAMIAN: Who's she?

SATAN: Graf (Germany) was 'challenged' in the 1988/1990 US-Open.

DAMIAN: By Sabatini (Argentina)?
SATAN: Before the Graf-Seles rivalry of more 'equal' measure began.

DAMIAN: Cool...it's like a TV-sports 'trophy' from your boy-years.

SATAN: Exactly, and it's my 'collateral' for playing for Danica's team.

DAMIAN: Why didn't you choose mom's Russian side, Mr. Satan?
SATAN: Well...I felt sorry for the Ukraines truly threatened.

DAMIAN: Oh...sports for bread (that's cool).

SATAN: Good for social media (and werewolves).

DAMIAN: Aha.

DANICA: You were great (last night)!

SATAN: I wasn't a lycanthrope studying myself in the woods.

DANICA: What's that?

SATAN: Nothing, never-mind; this luchi's excellence, darling.

DANICA: Well, you (really) were great.

SATAN: I get lucky (sometimes) in games/sports, Danica (surely).

DANICA: What's your werewolf comment concerning, Mr. Satan?
SATAN: Just pensive about hospitality/Damian (my buddy).

DANICA: Bread makes a human being read.

SATAN: Sometimes (thanx...for everything!).

Why'd our lycanthrope 'choose' Danica and not Delilah? Was it something about being a werewolf that made him more 'pensive' about political romanticization for nation/culture sportsmanship dialogue/imagination/sensitivity? Well, he missed Damian, that was sure. Maybe Satan thought choosing the more 'challenged' Ukraine-team for chess-stalemate would make for a more 'mature' sporting examination/experience for a spiritual memoir of Harvard-Sq. hospitality (and social media photo-graphics).

SATAN: Can I give you this (doodle)?
DANICA: A Duke (basketball?) child-like funny?

SATAN: Something I had in my backpack (from my boy-years).

DANICA: Before you became a werewolf?

SATAN: The full-moon came, and I was in the woods (hiding).

DANICA: From me, Amlan?

SATAN: Who else...no please take this gift as a gesture of thanx.

DANICA: For letting you rep the Ukraines, eh?

SATAN: Games make for 'cool' human consciousness (and bread!).

DANICA: Alright.

Amlan departed from New England (Harvard-Sq.) richer/wiser and with a newfound 'spiritual' appreciation of (Indian) luchi-bread, and perhaps he'd make some kind of sane/normal social-media Selfie-post/commentary about American hospitality-reading(s), for the 'quality' of life's bread (or the Ego).

"I'm not afraid of werewolves or vampires or haunted hotels, I'm afraid of what real human beings to do other real human beings" (Walter Jon Williams). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)