Prolouge

It's not that she liked humans, but, generally as a race she hated them. But, for the race of Werewolves to survive, so to must the humans. I've always told them that. What happened back at Times Square never really changed anything about her attitude toward humans.
She did'nt know why she saved that fat lady named Clarice at all. For Werewolves are not exactly nice toward humans unless, one; they planned on Changing the human into a Werewolf or two; they planned on killing them. But, today I would make this one exception, today I would not turn Clarice.
Though I did laugh when I saw her dangling from the street light pole by her long brown hair. She was screaming her head off.

' Well, she would make a great Howler'

I had thought as everyone stood and watched as I pulled the lady through the office window.
Some of my fellow Werewolves had always wondered if it was possible to change themselves back into a human.
But, I would just laugh and tell them; '" There is not and shall never be a cure for Werewolfism"'
But, that di not stop them from trying. Trying and killing themselves in the process.
Or so we thought..........


My name is Logic and I'm a Werewolf. I'm named Logic for no other reason than because nobody ever could come up with a better name. Also, it was the first word I spoke. This story is mostly about my life of how I became a Werewolf and all I've done as a Werewolf. For, you see, I've never really been like the others of my kind. I've never taken any pleasure in Changing or killing humans. Though for others of my kind it seems to turn them on due to the animalistic bloodlust.
This said, they almost destroyed the entire human race. It was so bad I was forced to intervene and in doing so I almost got my self killed as well. I have always laughed when one of my kind asks if it's possible to reverse to Werewolves Change. But, sometimes I even find myself wondering the same thing.
I was thinking abouts these thoughts when I passed the window and saw the fat lady hanging from the street light pole. I knew that I had to save her, I wasn't too sure why, I just knew I had to. Whatever the reason, it has remained just beyond reach for me. But, this event did end up changing my outlook on life forever. Which, frankly I had not liked at that moment.


I sat at my desk in the maze of cubicles. I was sitting there thinking about my life before I was Changed into a werewolf. Ever since I was Changed I've been having flashbacks, as I was right now.


Before I was changed I remember I was working in a cubicle very similiar to this one- God, it seemed as if no matter how much the world evolved cubicles never semmed to go obsolete- anyway, I was sitting in my cubicle finishing up some paperwork, when a large man appeared in the opening of my cubicle.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 29.04.2011

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Many thanks to my friends both new and old. Without your support and cherring me on I would never have finished this book. Most of all thank you to my mom and step-dad for egging me on and not putting down my failed attempts.