Issue Three
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JAMES MORRIS<br />
to squeak underneath him. When it did,<br />
everyone looked his way – a mix of<br />
sadness and accusation. Then they<br />
turned back to eating.<br />
He tried to piece together how he got<br />
inside; he thought briefly that he’d been<br />
poisoned or dosed, but realized,<br />
stupidly, he had been felled by a simple<br />
kiss. Sad, indeed.<br />
Caitlyn sat among them and waved him<br />
over. “Come over, you must be<br />
starving.” Not wanting to irritate his<br />
kidnappers and secretly admitting that<br />
he was hungry, he stumbled over to the<br />
picnic table. The group made room for<br />
him and Kevin sat between two hairy<br />
men who slurped meat off the bone.<br />
A bowl of he-knew-not-what sat in the<br />
middle of the bench. It looked like slop,<br />
a kind of giant proportioned steak<br />
tartar. He spooned a glob onto his<br />
paper plate. It stood unwavering, a<br />
mound of meat, festooned with sprinkles<br />
of pepper.<br />
He took one bite and found it too<br />
gelatinous and fatty for his taste. But<br />
his tablemates seemed to suck it up like<br />
manna. A man with two different<br />
colours for eyes sat across from him,<br />
staring. “Don’t waste it,” he<br />
growled. “We honour the animal we<br />
eat.” Under such scrutiny, Kevin<br />
obeyed, shovelling the food into his<br />
mouth and swallowing quickly so as to<br />
reduce its taste. It was vile, filling his<br />
nose with a pungent iron scent. Where<br />
had he smelled this before? As he<br />
chewed, he nearly cracked a tooth as he<br />
bit down on something hard.<br />
Reaching into his mouth, he pulled out a<br />
finger: a human finger, its dirty fingernail<br />
still intact. He spit it out and looked<br />
across the table. Everyone stopped and<br />
gaped at his ill manners. He scanned<br />
everyone’s food. He hadn’t noticed<br />
them before – hell, who would have?<br />
Pieces of ear, tooth and toe littered his<br />
tablemate’s plates. He stood up and<br />
retched. When he looked at his<br />
tablemates, they were laughing –<br />
banging fists on the table, kneeling over<br />
with tears laughing. One of them picked<br />
up the finger he had spit out, put it in his<br />
mouth and sucked the marrow<br />
deliciously clean.<br />
“…what’s wrong with you?” Kevin<br />
stammered.<br />
Caitlyn rose, “Kevin, don’t be<br />
frightened. We’re not here to hurt you.”<br />
“What is this? What kind of people are<br />
you?” He moved backwards, only to find<br />
his escape blocked by a wall.<br />
“It’s just that. We’re not people.” She<br />
spoke calmly and without<br />
malice. “We’re werewolves. And so are<br />
you.”<br />
Kevin was clearly no werewolf. And<br />
neither were these humans. Killers,<br />
maybe. Insane, certainly. But --