The Favor

By Wiccad

I just wanted to help a friend
He invited me into his home
He handed me the cam corder
I assumed he had a stunt in mind
I had no idea of exactly what kind
He led me to the shed out back
Stood me in front of the window
I noticed the sun was setting
He said "I'd better get in"
He locked the door from the inside
Four locks to be exact
I could see even though his back was turned to me
He was fumbling around with chains and shackles
I thought "what the hell" so I pressed record anyway
He chained himself to the wall
Getting agitated he cuffed his feet, then hands
The sun dipped down and the moon was bright
I remember thinking "what a beautiful night"
I held the cam corder strong and steady
So if anything should happen I'd be ready
He got on all fours, and arched his back
From outside I could hear the bones crack
Then he howled and began to growl
He reached out with his arms
Long finger nails scratched along the floor
As his shirt fell to the floor,he turned I was frozen to the core
I began to shake and my heart was racing
There was no way in hell he was faking
He lifted his head and opened his mouth wide
I could see huge fangs and many teeth inside
His face contorted and protruded, shifting bones
Making room for that canine nose
His feet grew large and his toes sprouted claws
He raised his head, pain being the cause
This was crazy......or I was insane
I wanted to run cause now I was frightened
But my curiosity was too heightened 
Remember Van Helsing? That werewolf or was it Lycan?
What horrors they did  bring?
I tried to record as steady as I could
Why did he ask me to do this? I never understood
So there I stood all through the night
Taping his every move until daylight
I watched him change back at first light
He removed the chains and the shackles
Put on the clothes stacked neatly out of reach
Unlocked the door, four times to be exact
He came my way
I had absolutely nothing to say
I handed over the recorder
I wasn't gonna waste anymore time there growing older
.
.
.
.

I never did see him again.....
Even though he was my good friend.....
There was no way we could pretend.....
Or talk about what happened at the end.
 

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Copyright 2010 Wiccad
Published on Friday, July 16, 2010.     Filed under: "Fantasy" and "Poetry"

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  • Meadowhawk On Wednesday, August 4, 2010, Meadowhawk (160)By person wrote:

    Cool piece. Creative thought.

  • A former member wrote: Awesome new piece for us Wiccad. Look forward to every new write you create. :)

  • Malcholm Dark On Friday, July 16, 2010, Malcholm Dark (806)By person wrote:

    growl... a lovely, horrific write... great imagery, a perfect tale... you should have bashed in his head with your silver cane... lol... thanks for sharing

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