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A Tale Of Three Pigs: A Narrative Fiction

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Small grunts echoed across a moonlit parking lot. "Damn." A late thirties male managed to grumble between his grunts as he took one forced step after another. His gloved hand held the bloodstained side of his grey sweater, around his ribs area. Heavy breaths left his frosty lips as the small faint clouds weaved between his immaculate teeth before escaping into the night air. Just as he made his way closer to a multi-level parking lot, he stumbled forward and fell onto his front and cheek. A distinctfully enraged growl sounded off as his clenched teeth grew sharper and clearly defined fangs would be the result. His eyes, previously tightly shut in agony, shot open with an almost glowing and purely unnatural red color. With a punch that sent …show more content…

"Kingsblood?" He spoke clearly for the first time, which only served to creep Jon out even further. "Where'd you get that, Mister?" The boy's curiousity grew and grew as he leaned forward onto his hands and crawled closer to look at the ice. This boy didn't know the story of the three little pigs, but he was entirely aware of something as complicated as the source of Jon's neat ice powers. Where did this strange boy come from? He wasn't just some normal poor kid or a crazed canabilistic vampire boy, such an oddity. Then an idea came to Jon, it wasn't a clean one and normally he'd never consider it, but he didn't exactly have many options. "I'll make you a deal, kid. You won't have to be hungry anymore, but I'll need you to do something for me." --- Panic coursed through the crowd of Chicago cityfolk as they fled in all directions. Strange masked figures and beasts were battling fist to fur-covered muscle, and fangs to jaws of razor-sharp knives. The three on three match seemed rather even. Though the beasts where clearly stronger, the trio of masked figures had been making use of their cunning and speed to evade the powerful attacks of the wolfish fiends. One might ask, what did they gain from fighting in the middle of the day like this? A tricky question to answer as neither side was aware of the motives of the other. Though it was possible the beasts made the entirely fair assumption that these blood …show more content…

It was clear by the measly amount of force that met them on this street, the beasts were not falling for it. Given his years of experience in this strange gang war between the vampires and werewolves, R-W was more than aware that he was failing to adequitely garner the attention of the actual threats among the ranks of those werewolves. Though he was hoping he could just relax and think about something as mundane as the upcoming tests in his classes, it would appear that he might have to use specific abilities and join the battle

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