With the Wolf Moon upon us we dealt with a ferocious Werewolf pack last night! During the full Moon of January Werewolves are compelled by the extraordinary lunar forces to coalesce into packs. Most Werewolves are loners unaware of their nocturnal plight, or choosing to keep it a secret. Those Werewolves who are always within packs are generally aware of their condition with some manner of control in place since Werewolves will attack anything including each other in their mindless state. Another unique feature of the Wolf Moon is compelling of common wolves to join up with Werewolves to increase their hunting numbers. Together the packs only instinct is to hunt, and devour humans!
We got a call just after Midnight from Sheriff Blake Maverick who said the fur was flying down at the lumber mill graveyard shift on Old Mill Road. The Woodland Springs Police had originally been called, and they naturally brought animal control with them. Luckily the Sheriff got the call over his radio at the same time so he could stop the amateurs from killing themselves. Naturally Police Chief Spencer Cantrell had a fit since he doesn’t like the Sheriff nor Mystic Investigations. He calls us vigilantes, and he’s always looking for ways to arrest us. Thankfully Sheriff Maverick is well aware of the supernatural world, and the Werewolf menace we face while Cantrell is in deep denial, and calls us nuts. He caught some glimpses of the Werewolves swarming outside the large lumber facility where employees were hiding in fear. The Chief explained it away as high school nerds injecting wolves with steroids. I’m not sure how this guy attained the position of Police Chief but he’s truly a moron. As he was leaving he saw us pull up in our mobile Werewolf Command Center RV, and snickered,”Well well if it isn’t Xavier Remington, and his team of paranormal vigilante nuts cases! Come to kiss the Sheriffs ass I see.” I replied,”Oh shut the hell up Cantrell! We’re so sick of you’re sarcastic bull! People’s lives are in danger here!” He then shot back,”Bull! I’m sick of you crazy loons running around town pretending your hunting vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and boogie men! You should all be locked away in a mental asylum. In fact I think maybe you better all come with me for a psychological evaluation.” Sheriff Maverick ran over, and said,”Get the hell out of here Cantrell, and let the pros do their job!” Cantrell laughed as he sped away in his police cruiser. Our associate Julia Hathaway, who has telekinetic powers, had seen coffee in his cup holder, and caused it to fly in his lap. His laughter then turned into screams of agony as we all started laughing.
The Sheriff said he’d repelled the Werewolf pack with a holy water machine gun we specially designed for him but he was out of ammo. As for the common wolves with the pack he scared them away with standard gunfire. However we heard the unholy howling as the glowing amber eyes of voracious Werewolves emerged from the woods near the lumber mill. They crashed through a window, and we ran into the mill to confront the pack consisting of nine Werewolves. The regular wolves ran out of the woods as well compelled by their Lycanthrope masters. The Sheriff pulled out his gun, and fired toward the wolves scaring them away again.
Since Werewolves are cursed humans our main goal is capture, and containment until sunrise. However we’ll do whatever it takes to save innocents from the demonic monsters of the full lunar night. Every member of our team without powers is packing hardware with silver bullets along with souped up squirt guns containing holy water, Wolfsbane (the best herb to repel Werewolves), and colloidal silver. We also have special tranquilizer hand guns we reserve as the second to last resort with silver bullets being the last. The Werewolf tranks are hand made, and formulated by our Cryptozoologist Ashley Abercrombie. If not made perfectly, and shot in a proper quantity, or manner it will kill a Werewolf as it contains highly concentrated Wolfsbane, and trace quantities of silver.
One man, and a woman were hiding behind some shelving containing a large quantity of lumber as two Werewolves clawed at them. Rebecca Abernathy, our talented Demi-Mermaid Witch, came up behind them, and said,”Hey fur balls!” The two Werewolves turned around, and sped at her as she bellowed,”Mystic Sphere!” Her protective pink transparent mystical energy bubble enveloped her. The rabid Lycanthropes bit, and clawed at her but couldn’t make a dent in the supernatural sphere. Rebecca laughed while motioning the man, and woman to run out the nearest exit to the waiting Sheriff. She then attempted to try her Werewolf de-transformation spell that only worked once back in July 0f 2010 in Amish Country. She uttered the incantation,”Devilish dogs! Hounds of hell listen to the sound of this spell. I repel thee back to Hades moon unbound. In the name of Goddess Artemis I command thee to re-adorn your human form!” Both Werewolves were oddly calm for some seconds as they began to transmute to a wolf man like state. One of them exclaimed,”Wha…what the hell is this? Am I dreaming?” Suddenly the rays of the Wolf Moon illuminated through the warehouse windows causing them to revert back to full mindless monster form. Again they attacked Rebecca with a passion. She then yelled,”bestiarum repellat!” which sent the two beasts flying into the shelves of lumber that in turn piled on top of them. The Lycanthropes quickly shook off the logs but Rebecca deactivated her Mystic Sphere, pulled out her trank gun, and shot two tranks at one. She hit perfectly in the spot near a major artery by the heart, and another in the neck.
Unfortunately the other hellish hound raced toward her at lightening speed tackling her to the ground. She held back it’s razor sharp jaws inches from her face with her Demi-Mermaid strength while the despicable creature drooled on her. She then screamed,”Ewwwww you disgusting dog! Mystic Sphere!” The pink sphere formed around both of them, and she yelled,”Fugere in caelo sursum!” The Mystic Sphere rapidly ascended to the ceiling, and crashed through causing rubble to rain down. While she struggled with the bushy beast the sphere flew past her usual stratosphere limit, and all the way up to the thermosphere. At that point the sunlight was shining over the horizon yet the lunar light was still with them. She tried her de-transformation spell again, and it worked. Rebecca immediately halted the sphere, and caused it to descend as she glimpsed upon the International Space Station in the distance.
She was now dealing with a terrified naked man who had no idea what was going on as Rebecca flew down to the clouds below. Rebecca then said,”This is a nightmare. Go back to sleep.” She pulled out a pouch with some iridescent dust, and blew it in his face causing him to fall asleep. Once back inside the lumber mill Rebecca grabbed the tranked Werewolf, and flew both back to the RV to be placed in a silver plated cage washed in holy water, and wolfsbane.
Drake Alexander dealt with two Werewolves as well since once in close quarters Werewolves hunting multiple humans will often break into groups of two. As a fifth generation vampire Drake only needs his bare hands to take down what he calls,”Damn Demonic Dogs!” The two Werewolves jumped on top of him but you easily shook them off causing them to fly into the wall. After wrestling with them a bit he punched one in the face knocking it out cold while he snapped the neck of the other. Neck breaking won’t kill a Werewolf but it will be unconscious for a time. He suffered some minor wounds from bites, and scratches but they healed in seconds. He then grabbed one with each hand, and dragged them out some garage doors. Suddenly he heard a guy scream in terror on the roof of the facility. Drake then jumped two stories up, and beat the ever loving hell out of another Werewolf which he tossed to the ground. He jumped back down, and dragged all three back to the Mystic Investigations RV.
Julia Hathaway, and I happened upon a group of three men being attacked by two Werewolves. Unfortunately one had already been bitten but Julia used her telekinetic powers to toss one of the supernatural wolves off another guy in the nick of time. I shot a trank into the other Werewolf just as he lunged at me. Then into the one Julia tossed aside. The bitten man was hysterical, and I had to punch him in the face for his own good. He would need to be taken back to our headquarters to be apprised of his grim Werewolf future. He would not transform tonight but rather on the next full Moon. There was a large lumber cart nearby that Julia, and I put the Werewolves on along with the guy so we could push them back to the RV.
Meanwhile Hunter Jackson, Ex-Navy Seal, and Ashley Abercrombie, our Cryptozoologist, dealt with one Werewolf already in the progress of mauling a man to death. Hunter had no choice but to let the silver bullets fly free. Once hit by the silver bullets the Werewolf transformed back to a man. Ashley went to the mauled mans aid but it was too late. She called Drake on the walkie talkie, and he appeared in a flash. He bit into his wrist, and let his healing vampire blood flow into the mans mouth, and into his wounds as well. Everyone crossed their fingers hoping for the best. Suddenly the man started breathing but he was still in bad shape. Earlier the Sheriff called an ambulance which just arrived. Drake carried the guy out.
The last Werewolf had summoned the common wolf pack who stealthy entered from behind the building. Zack Powers, our bionic boy wonder, called over the walkie talkie that wolves were attacking several people who had been hiding among stacks of logs. Zack was tossing them aside with his cyborg arms while some even bit him. Despite destroying his flesh they could not harm the metallic framework. Once tossed off the nanobots within his body would begin repairing the wounds. Father Tom Davis had cornered the Werewolf with the natural repellent properties of his Catholic Priest presence while reading from the Bible, and tossing forth his personal brand of holy water. Each time the water hit the Werewolf white unholy vapors rose forth causing the hairy horror to screech in pain. Rebecca ran in, and used her Faunapathic powers to calm the regular wolves down. Now out of the Werewolves trance the appearance of the growling Werewolf nearby scared them into scurrying away into the woods for good this time. Zack then pulled out his trank gun to knock out the final Werewolf. Rebecca had seen that the sun aided in her de-transformation spell so why not an unconscious Werewolf? The spell slowly worked, and it eventually revealed a nude woman. Father Tom shouted,”Oh sweet Lord!” Rebecca quickly covered Zack’s eyes as the Father thew his jacket on her.
Unfortunately we didn’t have enough silver plated cages to hold nine Werewolves so we had to use silver shackles for the rest while keeping them dosed with Wolfsbane until we could get them back to Mystic Investigations headquarters in our large sub-basement containment facility. Another ambulance arrived to deal with those bitten by the common wolves. The ambulance then left, and the lumber mill was closed down for the night. We thanked the Sheriff Blake Maverick for his help which included telling the employees that the Werewolves were regular wolves, and that someone had merely spiked their drinks with PCP causing them to see monsters. Blaming everything on PCP always seems to work when covering up the world of the supernatural for everyone’s protection. We were about to drive away when a pack of twelve Werewolves emerged from the woods. We all took up defensive positions until they all transformed into humans. Yes they were standing there wearing nothing what so ever yet they seemed not embarrassed in the least. Since two were women Rebecca covered Zack’s eyes again. He whined,”Awww come on!” They were the Werewolves from the local Comanche tribe who were in complete control of their Lycanthrope transformations. The tribe Chief greeted us,”Good evening Mystic Investigations. We appreciate your efforts here but we request that you turn our Werewolf brothers over to us. The great spirits have told us we must bring these men, and women into our world so they may use their curse to the benefit of humankind, and Mother Earth.” We agreed, and turned all the Werewolves over to them. They transformed back into wolf form carrying all nine away into the dark cold night including the dead one who they claimed they could revive through a powerful Native American spirit ceremony unique to the Wolf Moon. The man who had been bitten by a Werewolf didn’t want to go with them nor with us once he woke up from my knock out punch. He gave us his contact information, and went home.
We then drove over to Forest View Lane to have a very early breakfast at the 24 hour Lumberjack Roadhouse. I enjoyed a hot stack of flapjacks loaded with butter, and maple syrup with a side order of hash browns, sausage, and a buttermilk biscuit. Then we were off into the lunar lunacy once again. Thankfully all the Werewolves in Woodland Springs that night had formed into that one wolf pack. Before sunrise we ended up thwarting a robbery of the local Pizza Hut. The weirdos literally wanted some free dough. We captured a Ghoul raiding the graveyard. He’s now locked away in our lab for study. The expulsion of a poltergeist from a bed, and breakfast topped off the night before we went to bed. Just another night working at Mystic Investigations!
