Poconos Adversary: Wolfen Bread

A Story by Abishai100

Amlan Satan, wandering lycanthrope, takes-up police-station position in the Poconos, mutates in the full-moon, and must contend with stronger evil.

A fanfiction of Werewolf (Fox-TV). Happy Halloween,

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AMLAN SATAN: Well, this Poconos-jaunt in the snowy-mountains of the East (American Homeland) shall draw in me a special white-wintry mix-feeling for prayers when the full-moon comes 'round, and my lycanthrope-condition forces me to find a greater solace and self-awareness as a wandering werewolf, and it just might create in me a special 'optimism' for a Selfie-culture boast (ha).

MS. CLARA STERLING: Happy to have you as a lodger/boarder in my spare-room in these Poconos, Mr. Satan, as you seem affable and charming enough to be looking like a goodie-renter while I do my cyber-homeschooling work from my cabin, and you've looked the 'part' of a dutiful Poconos police-station new-recruit/employee, and perhaps I just might make a nice old social-media photo-tourism pots in your 'honor' now (yes).

Full-moon came, and our pensive poor-soul lycanthrope, Amlan Satan, had mutated once-more into a full-blown werewolf of the Earth, and this time around he was growling and howling in the ironically abandoned area of the snowy Poconos, with no campers/skiers/trekkers in-sight, and the Wolfen-being took a 'cat-nap' and envisioned wandering the good Earth in the daylight of the forest with no snow, and perhaps the 'creature' dreamt of not attacking randoms and other lycanthropes but finding some kind of 'Utopian' escape (from Hell). Surely, that'd be a 'cool' notch for social-media commentary, concerning those in this modern civilization of consumerism and cyber-conveniences interested ironically (still) in the 'bread-metaphysics' of alienation-fear existence.

OFFICER JAMES: Good to have you here, Satan; you're working well.

SATAN: I like this job; though it's temp, as I'm passing thru really, sir.

JAMES: Well...we needed the extra-hand, since our recent loss/death!

SATAN: Still no clues about the bloody-murder, sir?
JAMES: There's ironically a deranged local rumor about a lycanthrope?

SATAN: What...an 'evil' werewolf, sir?
JAMES: Hey, the police prepare for anything (on Earth).

SATAN: Wow, good for photo-graphics.

CLARA (Sterlin): Did you hear of that gem-treasure exhibit watch stolen?
SATAN: Yeah, right from the cop-station (too); it was a rumor-trophy.

CLARA: You know it; some 'blood-diamond' insurance-veils conspiracy!

SATAN: I'd worked with some gem-market in one of my wanderings.

CLARA: Don't tell me you're some 'vigilante' with a hero-memory for act.

SATAN: Hey, I've been (privately) investigating that cop-murder.

CLARA: That deranged 'werewolf' theory (for you)?
SATAN: Something like that...maybe someone had the vigilantism dash.

CLARA: Maybe it was you...looking for 'hero' sanity for your crime-IQ?

SATAN: Nah...I enjoy this 'escape' in the Poconos from true darkness!

CLARA: That's good, Amlan; well...I read of that blood-diamond tie.

SATAN: Crime abounds...heroes (hopefully) wander/prowl veiled (no?).

CLARA: I guess (for social media?).

The home-schooling cyber-teacher, Clara Sterling, did (in deed and words) prove to be quite a comfort and motivation for our poor-soul, Amlan Satan, wandering lycanthrope/werewolf of the good Earth, and though she didn't inquire further of this 'newest' Poconos-area 'tribulation' (with blood-diamond eco-minerals mining values paranoia!), she did find Satan the 'dashing' detective/cop inquiring about that cop-murder 'chess-tied' with that deranged 'werewolf' gossip/rumor. Well, maybe Satan was right about a 'blend' of heroics/villainy in the Poconos (for social media).

JOURNAL: "After looking at that crossbow-trainer video-game for combat/acumen and good hand-eye coordination skills-training and optimism at the police-station (Poconos), you get the good-mind to get a 'normal' silver-ammo crossbow and seek-out that 'werewolf' cop-murder 'rumor' and perhaps contend with the 'lycanthrope-culprit(s)' of that horrid Homeland snow-evil (for game-and-confidence!)."

Satan had right-reason to be curious about the cop-murder incident during his wandering-time in the Poconos, for two werewolves, not one, were linked to the horrid death of the station-cop, and Amlan Satan found them, howling/snarling in an abandoned shed the next full-moon, and instead of mutating into one himself (a more 'ethical' one perhaps!), or before he had, our wandering 'antihero' whipped out his nifty/bought silver-ammo crossbow, and he used it to fire both beasts of bloody-murder...right in the lines of their vision-line eyes! Perhaps Clara Sterling would 'move' the 'dark-knight' to spin this deed into a cool cyber-comics tale of Halloween-horror proportion (wow).

CLARA (Sterling): Won't you stay longer than you scheduled (with us)?
SATAN: Nah...I've to depart for a dock-work in Mass.

CLARA: Cool; I suppose that the Poconos will miss your 'curiosity' IQ!

SATAN: And I'll miss you...may you be blessed with more courage.

CLARA: And less need for stories (perhaps).

Before leaving the Poconos, Clara gifted our poor-soul (werewolf) with a 'cool' (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner brunch plate, perhaps so he'd remember the best-light(s) of Earth...and perhaps not that flesh-bone-muscle 'urge' to yank morality in a 'universe' richly-filled with tales from the darkside.