WEREWOLF KILLS THE CROOKED JUDGE... 10/03/13

Now judges tend to live in manicured neighborhoods. They got hedges and pavered driveways and 'water features.' All kinds a stuff. Ain't hardly alone too. Got lady people, like wives and housekeepers. Some got girlfriends or boyfriends depending on what kind a hoo-haa they have, or what kind a hoo-haa they like a play with. So it is exceptionally hard to catch 'em alone.... even for werewolves. 

You see, Romulus Lupine hated big scenes. Can't grab no victim outside the Piggly Wiggly, or snatch him up from a card game at that Veterans a Foreign Wars place where they go to drink beer an' play cards. Folks might notice if you did that. An' down here they all got guns. An', yes, wolf-folk what get they asses all shot up will die. The head drops. The eyes close and they go 'guhk' jus' like anyone else. But what's special 'bout 'em is the way they heal. It never stops. Them wolfies what look dead just vegetatin'.  Ax wounds go 'way. Bullet hole close up. Chopped off head might be a little complicated, but if they hold it on right ain't no big thing..... So you bes' burn 'em up real good, if you want 'em 'dead' dead.

Our crooked judge got a nice back yard. Got like a garden in it... rose bushes... white, wrought iron tables an' all. Judge set out there late at night countin' stars and drinkin' 'Jack.' Claim he once see a meteor smash in a the Moon, but no one else see it, so who knows?

Romulus Lupine know 'bout the garden. He set there waiting. Make like he read a comic book an' all. Werewolf do like a good laugh. He come prepared, too. Got plastic bag wit'  underwear, clothes an' all, for later when he done werewolfin'.  Can't run through these streets all stripped down. Folks'd see. An' then he gotta kill some other guy an' a nosy neighbor...maybe a kid or two. It be a real bloodbath. Pair a jeans an' t-shirt from the Walmart stop all that. 

Actual killin' part all civilized too. Judge might not never see it. Wolf slide outta the shadows, go 'round back, grab him by the neck... bite down... bite down real hard. Break like a neck bone or two, make 'em snap, so he nice an' paralyzed. It better that way, else they jump around too much. Can't scream. Can't move. Make it easy to strip off all that tasty flesh. Oh, judge gone see that part. His eyes be real wide. Mouth movin' like a fish an' all. Pink, foamy shit comin' out. Sometime werewolf lick it up. Sometime he don't. 'Pends how he feel.... After he leave, werewolf, I mean, Winston run out. He the judges little Yorkie. Make like he wanna lick his cheek. But he really want a take a bite, 'cause that dog always hungry. 

Trucker see it all, wedged in where he is behind the garage. First he wanna throw up. But then he take a 'LifeSaver,' peppermint, like Romulus tell him. Take four 'LifeSavers.' 

That way he enjoy the show...
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ROMULUS DOES THINGS FOR PEOPLE... a werewolf hit-man... 9/30/13

They come to me and I make things right. I got a chest. They give me gold. They give me jewelry. Sometimes they pay with bullion. Is that the word for real watery soup? I don't know, 'cause I don't eat it. 

My brother, Remus, keep to hisself. He stay in the woods. He stay in the bayou. Got a friend... crazy, old, school teacher guy. Live in a hovel. Not in the bayou, but on the solid ground part. Folks call it 'the bayou.' Map call it 'the bayou.' But it not. They talk 'bout books and history and ree-lih-john. I not got no ree-lih-john. That why I gonna kill him one day. Not the crazy school teacher. He old. Got like a pencil neck. He gone die anyway. No, I gone kill Remus. I gone kill my brother, for he not bow down to my 'natural leadership.' He know it right, but he won't do it. 

Man comin' a see me. Not 'bout my brother. 'Bout somethin' else. Want revenge. Want it real bad. He ride his truck down road. Motorcycle cop shoot out, say he no good. Say he go too fast. Give him ticket. Six dollar big money for goin' fast, 'specially when it a lie. He go to where the judge be. He tell him. He tell him good. Judge say - Who you lawyer?.... Truck drivin' fella say - Ain't got one.... Judge say - Guilty! Now gimme dat money......... Dat how it be when you not got no lawyer. ..... Them what got one say - My lawyer Mister Jim... or My Lawyer Mister Luke.... They all we got 'round here. But them what gots 'em hear judge say - Approach the bench for a consultation.... So Jim go, or Luke go. Them what got one go too. Judge buzz a little. Jim or Luke buzz a little. Judge go - Harumph, harumph, NOT GUILTY!..... He do that 'cause lawyer fella give him money. Give him half what you give him. Lawyer fella and judge go halfsies.  Ain't nobody sayin' it out loud, but that what they do. That what they always do...... Truck driver fella say he gone give me gold watch. It worth more than six dollar, but he real angry. Want me to teach that judge real good. I say - For sure, I will..... Dat mean - You wait a bitsy an' I gone rip his throat out.... Truck driver fella gone watch. He pay 'nuff, so he get show too. He get real good show..... I a shape shiftin' werewolf an' I know how to do it. Don't advertise, but them what need me know. Bayou folk know lot a stuff. I like their big brudder. An' I take care my pack. You can gah-ron-tee.

Now 'scuse me (say the werewolf), as he get up an' give Miz Lizzie her two bits. She the diner lady 'round here an' he get half price chicken pot pie whenever he want one. Cop only get a doughnut.

That just how it is.....

Romulus Lupine a big handsome kind a fella. Real at home in his skin, if you know what I mean. Act like - What these God damn clothes doin' on my body? What for I need them skivvies an' all?..... 

But he not always a wolfie, so sometime he need that crap. Look, we all got a do what we all got a do... Bayou folk smart that way...
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THE WOLFMAN AND THE DUESENBERG ..... 9/25/13 .... a part of the LYCANTHRO-SHARK story arc

A werewolf pack has many parallels to a true wolfpack. Offspring are raised by the group. 'Aunties' are ever eager to raise the little princes and princesses. And in this case, Romulus and Remus, being 'high caste' got lots of attention. Sometimes their human mother, Shimmy Kate, watched from the shadows, as wolfier in-laws entertained the little ones. They played games, tickled bellies and sang songs. Most people would say the songs were simply long drawn out howls, but human ears lack subtlety and that's a shame. At two months, the infants already raced 'round the cave on all fours, snapping at big, fat bugs in the larder. Their daddy was very proud.  Shimmy Kate stepped in to nurse. Of course she did that. And she loved the strange, little beasties. They were hers, after all. But she was not 'wolfen' and they, although not on the surface, were. Initial transformation had yet to occur, but it would. They had that ability. Tell-tale signs had already begun to manifest during dream time. Infantile faces contorted into tiny muzzles. Babyish fidgets became little growls and imaginary mice met gruesome ends. They kissed like wolves too, not with the mouth, but with the tongue. 

The alpha spent time with his human consort, taking her on long midnight walks through the trees.  Not every part of the bayou is wet. Some portions are higher than others, if only by a few feet. And those places are dry. That's where the roads run through. Granted, in the lupine lair those roads were more like foot paths, but foot paths were good enough.

 Conversation was minimal. Wolf-folk of this caste can articulate. Not with the nuanced grace of a French Quarter, or Garden District dandy, but well enough to be understood. He asked if she was cold. He pointed out hawks, bob-cats, gators and other neighbors too. Sometimes they sat and listened. Every species had a language of its own, blending into what Count Dracula would call 'the music of the night.' 

Once they found a car, an old, crumbling Duesenberg, long and sporty. Just the thing for discerning bootleggers and the like. An ivory-boned skeleton smiled from the back seat. But a bullet hole 'tween the eyes made its expression look down right idiotic. 

The alpha laughed in that raspy way of his. He said - Look how dumb he look. What can you expect? No brains..... And although she didn't want to, Shimmy Kate laughed back. He asked her if she used to ride in cars (the thought of a female actually driving one never crossed his mind). She said that she did, failing to add what else went on in those back seats.  He listened and nodded. Automobiles and other accoutrements of human culture were mysteries to him. What was an egg-beater, or a toaster, or a jock-strap to one as feral as he? Though he did run his paw-like hand over the hood. Shimmy Kate asked if he liked it. He nodded. She told him how it was in the city.... how cars looked when they were new, all shinny and fragrant and fast. He liked that, so she told him more... about picture shows and oyster houses and places where people went to get high colonics. The part about rectal irrigation didn't appeal to him, although she could tell he was very interested in everything else..... He asked if his children would see those things. She thought for a moment and said - I suppose they will, so long as you allow them to grow up human too..... The alpha studied the car again and said that he would.

On the way back he told her what it was like to never wear clothes or see unbroken glass, or taste fresh eclairs. His caste, due to their permanent lupine state, lived apart from men, except for those times when they ate their flesh.

And in this way, little by little, they began to understand each other...
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