Werewolf: American Material

A Story by Abishai100

Amlan Satan, wandering lycanthrope, finds himself in Colorado, working in a car-factory, dating an exec-daughter, and seeking some bread for miles.

A fanfiction of Werewolf (Fox-TV). Enjoy!

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: Here in Colorado, working in a car-factory, waiting for the full-moon mutation into the werewolf that's forced me into a wanderer-life of self-meditation, praying every-now-and-then for a miracle of a remedy or a love-potion that will move my spirit, my inner-soul to become a religious (Catholic?) man, make some Selfie-posts about capitalism-race 'chess' and sports-media commentary for American citizens (wow).

Well, our poor-soul Satan, lycanthrope, had now come into a Colorado town and began work in a nifty car-factory, his newest job, where he'd meet a gorgeous young lady-exec, a daughter of a big-guy, Shelbye, whom he figured courting would me sharp if he confided in her concerning his horrid werewolf-condition that his odd-job simply helped him 'forget' his full-moon curse, and perhaps just think like a 'human' working in civilization and contributing to production and everyday social life chat(s).

SHELBYE: Well, you're a good-worker, and we appreciate your work.

AMLAN: Thanx...you're really nice, and this car-place is really fine!

SHELBYE: We should get brunch sometime together, in my dad's inn.

AMLAN: Rich-girl running a 'car-show' for capitalism's reading, ok.

SHELBYE: Good for social media (hmm?).

SHELBYE: Werewolf stickers?
AMLAN: I'm a lycanthrope.

SHELBYE: What's that?
AMLAN: A werewolf...every full-moon I become one; I was bitten.

SHELBYE: A wolf bit you, and now your bio-chem is shape-shifted?

AMLAN: Don't believe me, I'm sure; but I like you (a lot).

SHELBYE: Even if I believed you, I suppose these stickers are optimistic?

AMLAN: Think what you like, lovely-Shelbye; I like cartoons/chess too.

SHELBYE: Let me absorb all this conversation; we should play chess.
AMLAN: Good for social media (sure).

Shelbye didn't know what to make of this new wandering 'stranger' character who really did suffer from a lycanthropy-condition of the spirit/soul, and he really did take a fondness for this car-factory girl of Colorado (America). The full-moon came, and Amlan Satan transformed, and he didn't think of Shelbye but an evil werewolf who also 'wandered' into town, posing a threat to Colorado-photo graphics (for social media?).

SATAN (Werewolf): Aaarrrghh!

STRANGER (Werewolf): Wooooo!

SATAN (Werewolf): Not fully transformed; this one's more evil than most.

STRANGER (Werewolf): Wooo...come....wooo!

SATAN (Werewolf): Finding...hope...no...aarrrghh...fighting you wolf.

STRANGER (Werewolf): Woooo!

SHELBYE: You got us this basketball chess-set (toy), eh?
AMLAN: We've been dating for 2 months now, right?
SHELBYE: I know chess as much as you, Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: I like this sports-chess set, reminds me of a special game.

SHELBYE: What's that?

AMLAN: This 2005 Duke game, was like a 'stalemate' for its stars (wow).

SHELBYE: No werewolf inside?
AMLAN: This chess helps me forget the animal...and think Earth-men.

SHELBYE: Or women!

AMLAN: Good for social media (sure).

Amlan Satan made Shelbye some really zesty chicken-pot pie at the inn-room her dad managed and in which they'd share a lovely/romantic room during their (likely) temp-affair, and she thanked him for the time-shared and continued to wonder what he (really) meant when he kept 'prodding' about his lycanthrope-fears of story-value (surely).

AMLAN: Nothing soothes the beast like chicken-pie for Sunday-brunch.

SHELBYE: Let's watch that Duke college-game on TV (today), Satan.

AMLAN: Cool (you like chicken-pie as much as I do, lady!).

Before he left Colorado, as he'd left so many other American places, Mr. Amlan Satan left a 'gift' for his newest companion (Shelbye), a classic edition of Red Riding Hood he got online and wrote a note reading, "Even if I'm a lycanthrope, you gave me a Colorado rocky-mountain love-brain, and I'll not forget the work with auto-focus for self-awareness...and good faith/trust/patience, Shelbye."

DIARY: Man, that fellow was surely strange, and I'm glad I mailed him that Gminski (Duke/Sixers) basketball 'trophy' card to that Michigan hotel-address he left for me for a once-correspondence, hoping he'll find some 'answer' to that lycanthrope-condition of hell/sadness that seemed to 'move' him to confide in me some stranger character materialism optimism...perhaps for a romantic's 'humor' for life's 'odd' bureaucracy (sure).

This Colorado-American lycanthrope-stop for Mr. Amlan Satan was yet another 'misadventure' filled with the nooks-crannies of Homeland emotion and consciousness, and wherever the road(s) would take him next, this poor-werewolf was certainly (still) 'dreaming' of a future-life that'd see him 'blend-in' (more 'youthfully') into the overground Earth of Selfie-mechanics (for the spirits).