Issue Three
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JAMES MORRIS<br />
“And the man who said he was my<br />
father?”<br />
Caitlyn looked to the other members at<br />
the table. They couldn’t meet Kevin’s<br />
eyes.<br />
Kevin prodded, “Was he..?”<br />
She nodded. That explained why the<br />
party wasn’t festive; they were grieving.<br />
Caitlyn spoke again, breaking his<br />
attention. “Come back, Kevin and blow<br />
out your candles.” She motioned toward<br />
the table where thirteen candles<br />
encircled a bloody organ he was glad he<br />
couldn’t identify: a werewolf birthday<br />
cake. “It’s your favourite.”<br />
He believed not a word. This was the<br />
work of a cult or conspiracy, his role still<br />
a mystery. He had no intention of<br />
staying to figure it out. Whatever the<br />
risks, he couldn’t just escape; he had to<br />
destroy them lest they kidnap or kill<br />
others like him. And if these things<br />
really considered themselves something<br />
other than human, then he would kill<br />
them like the dogs they were. He saw<br />
the alcohol, burning candles and<br />
flammable streamers crisscrossing the<br />
ceiling and knew what he had to do.<br />
His escape had been easier than<br />
expected. They didn’t try to hurt him;<br />
they focused only on putting out the<br />
fire. And in the chaos that followed, he<br />
slipped out the front door. For good<br />
measure, he took a metal pipe and<br />
bashed the doorknob, sealing them<br />
inside.<br />
And then he ran.<br />
He looked back at the burning<br />
warehouse -- the fire engulfing the roof,<br />
the flames seeming to lick the sky, the<br />
sounds of howling and shrill animal cries<br />
piercing the night –<br />
It’s just your imagination.<br />
As the sun rose from the east, he felt<br />
the strangest sensation, as if his whole<br />
body were undergoing a primal<br />
vibration. The vibration intensified. His<br />
senses seemed alive; smells from near<br />
and far flooded his nostrils; his eyesight<br />
seemed more acute, colours and figures<br />
became sharper; and he had a sense of<br />
limberness and quickness on his<br />
feet. He lifted up his shirt, only to see<br />
thick swaths of hair emerging from<br />
under his pale skin.<br />
He saw a large puddle on the ground,<br />
but thought better of seeing his<br />
reflection, too scared of what he might<br />
find.