Theodore’s fangs caught Louie completely off-guard and the monstrosity that was once an innocent man left his mark in Louie’s cold cheek. The sight of blood made Theodore lose the last bit of sanity he had left.
“You shall not leave this place alive, master.” He heard the man speak.
His sinister voice would make any normal man tremble in fear. This spectacle was not one witnessed by a normal man. This house was filled with beasts. And the beast in Louie was awakened by the mere sight of pure evil in front of him. He reached for his scythes and unleashed his fury upon the walking corpse that was standing but a few metres away from him. The scythes cut trough the air, releasing a soft gasp of air with every strike they made. Theodore let himself sink back into the chair, missing the scythes by an inch.
He kicked Louie against the forearms, making him drop the scythes. The fiend reached for a scythes but Louie grabbed him by his upper arm and slashed his neck open with one of the scythes.
Within a breath, Louie stood behind Theodore and cut open his back, gutting him like a fish. But the strong man did not give up the easily, he kicked Louie into the chair who let go of the scythe he was holding. Making it fall into his own stomach. Theodore grabbed the other scythe off of the floor and made a 180 degree spin. Barely missing Louie, who had sank down into the chair.
‘That was close’ Louie thought to himself. He wanted to strike again, but Theodore jumped back and hit the Grande piano that had collected quiet a bit of dust over the ages. .
“Stay still so I can kill you, you spineless worm.” Louie shouted. It seemed that the bloodlust had gotten the better of him, and his calm nature made place for the anger.
Theodore cackled and raised his scythe, preparing for his final strike. The two men faced each other, a moment that seemed frozen in history. Until Louie jumped forward, shoving the scythe deep into the intestines of Theodore who slowly sank down to the ground.
Louie grabbed him by the throat and placed his neck on the edge of the piano, before slamming the lid shut with all of his power. Theodore’s decapitated body fell down with a dull thud.
Louie turned around and leaned against the piano, taking a breath… so to speak.



Tom sat on the front porch of their house, whipping his glasses clean as he gazed into the streets of the slumbering village. His mind was deep in thought when Tony Waterback walked out onto the porch.
They both looked at each other for a moment and then Tony looked at the sky, trying to find his home planet. He spotted his little, bright planet to the left of the constellation Thesus.
“Have a seat.” Said Thomas. Tony sat down. “That’s my home planet, over there.”
Thomas looked, without responding. Sometimes, silence was enough to comfort a person he thought to himself. “There will be a busy time ahead for us.” Thomas finally said. Breaking the silence and trying to get Tony’s thoughts off of his home planet. It seemed to work.
“You are right, the refugees will be arriving shortly, and we have to get the mansion ready for them.”
Thomas nodded. “After we get Louie to claim the mansion.”
“Yes, exactly, after we get… What?” Tony said in surprise.
“Well, we need him to record a message on video, telling the council that he is still alive. We will need to hurry though. Remember me telling you about the death verification …”
“Oh yes, let’s not go there again.” Tony said. “We’d better hurry up and find him instead of sitting around on the porch.” Thomas nodded “We’ll get a good night sleep first. We will go look for him first thing in the morning.”




Alexander Garand pulled the trigger and as in slow motion the bullet spat out of the gun, piercing trough the body of what seemed to be a young and very hungry werewolf. It collapsed on top of the young hunter, who could hear the rest of the werewolf’s pack come closer. The stench was unbearable and the heavy wolf on top of him prevented him from moving. He shook his body, trying to get out from underneath the corpse. The werewolf’s body did move, but unfortunately landed on top of Alexander’s lungs. The hunter cursed for all it was worth and heard that the other wolves had almost reached him. They would not just devour them like they usually would do too their prey. They would want to make him suffer for killing one of them. Alexander would die a thousand deaths tonight.
The shadowy figure of what appeared to be a rabbit came moving towards him. “Help.” Alexander said silently. “Save your breath, on the count of three, you try to push this thing off. We don’t have much time. Six of these things will be here in about 30 seconds.” The shadowy figure and Alexander combined their strengths and managed to push the werewolf away. “Grab my hand, we have to make haste.”
The hunter did not resist, this person had just saved his life. This made him a trustworthy person in his book. “We are near Greenthorpe. It’s our only chance to survive, these werewolves do not leave the woods.” They ran as fast as their legs could carry them. They could almost feel the warm and moist breath of the disgusting beasts in their necks, but the wolves stopped as soon as they arrived at the edge of the woods. “Allow me to rest for a moment, sir.” The hunter said.
“The night holds many horrible secrets, it may be best for us to proceed directly to my current habitat.”
“Sir, what is your name?” The young hunter said as they walked on.
“My name is Louie Greenthorpe.” Louie turned around, the paleness of his skin could be seen trough his fur. “And you are…?” Alexander pulled out his gun and held it inches away from Louie’s face. “…Very sorry about this.”



Sorry about this taking so long. But we sort of have a crisis at another story/comic site.