by Kelvin Teo
"Tear him to pieces!" yelled Clark.
Just then he realized there were some more yellow eyes looking at him from the darkness and he saw the other three wolves he had seen earlier. He backed away from the fight and sat down on the altar.
He heard Zeke screaming as the larger wolf continued to attack him and Clark motioned to the other wolves to join in the fun. They didn’t need to be asked twice. Within seconds, all four wolves were tearing Zeke to pieces.
"I’ll bet that hurts a lot!"
He continued to watch and it took less than a minute for them to kill the man. When the death struggle was over, Clark went to stand up, but his knees gave out and he fell on his ass, his back up against the altar.
A couple of the wolves turned and looked at him and he could see he was about to become their next menu item. He thought of raising the gun, but didn’t want to hurt them after they had just saved his life. They started advancing toward him and he knew he was going to have to shoot them.
Then his true savior stepped forward. The larger wolf moved in front and looked at them. He growled at them and they backed off. When he laid down next to Clark, they all knew he was off limits. He reached out and ran his hand over the head of the gray wolf and it turned its head and gave him a low growl. He kept rubbing his friend’s head and leaned forward.
"Sorry, buddy. I don’t care if this makes you look like a wuss to the ladies here. You’re my buddy."
The wolf shook his head slightly under Clark’s hand and then grunted, as if to say, "Alright. If you say so."
The other three wolves, all of which looked like they were probably females, settled down in an arc around Clark’s outstretched feet.
Then Clark remembered something. Well, two things actually. The first, was in his pocket. He dug into his shirt pocket and came out with the plastic bag of jerky and opened it up. He could see the alpha wolf lick its lips when it saw the pouch.
He looked in the pouch and saw he had five strips left. Pulling the first one out, he offered it to the alpha, who had no qualms about taking it this time. Then he offered a strip to each of the females and they were a little more hesitant, but they all mustered the courage to move forward and take what was offered.
Then Clark sat back and enjoyed the last strip himself. Never had beef jerky tasted so good to him. He listened as the other four chewed their treats and thought about how it was almost over.
The second thing he remembered was the last remaining Satanist, laying up on the path with an arrow stuck in him. There was no way he could let him live.
After a few minutes, after all the jerky was gone, he pushed himself up to his feet and braced himself against the altar. When he finally felt his strength return, he walked over and picked up the bow and quiver.
Looking down at the four wolves, sitting relaxing on the ground after a good kill, he motioned to them.
"Let’s go. We’re not finished yet."
The alpha jumped up and the others followed. Clark started walking up the path and around the curve. It took about five minutes of slow going before he reached Ricky, still laying in the middle of the path. He still had an arrow embedded in his side.
"Did you kill that son of a bitch?" moaned Ricky.
"Yes, we did."
Ricky’s eyes flew open and he was looking up at the face of the man they had sworn to kill. And he had a small smile on his face. Then he motioned to someone and he could hear some movement up past his head.
Clark turned and walked over to the bush he had hidden behind earlier and found the sheriff’s pistol laying where he thought he’d find it.
"So, Ricky. I have just a couple of questions for you before I let my friends tear you to pieces."
"What?" asked Ricky as he craned his neck and found himself looking at four, very hungry looking wolves.
"Oh god!"
"You know, I’m thinking God isn’t too happy with you right about now. Besides, knowing your religious leanings, shouldn’t you be calling on Lucifer to save you?"
"Man, that was all a joke!"
"A joke, huh? Was it a joke to all those young ladies you defiled? Was it a joke to all those people you’ve killed?"
"It was all Zeke and my mama," cried Ricky.
"But, you participated in it. Probably enjoyed yourself quite a lot when it came time to have your turn at the ladies. Am I right?"
"Please don’t kill me."
"That’s going to depend on how you answer the next couple of questions. The first one, how many people have you and your little club killed up here?"
"I don’t know, man, a few dozen."
"You don’t know? I find that hard to believe. I would guess that you and your brother were the kind to laugh about the numbers, wondering when you’d hit the next big milestone."
He stood over Ricky and checked the pistol to make sure it was ready to fire.
"Sixty four," whimpered Ricky.
"Sixty four? And how many of them were ladies?"
"What do you mean?"
"How many ladies did you kill? And how many were men that happened to be with the ladies? Kind of like me and my friend."
"Twenty two."
"So, what? You killed sixty four ladies and twenty two guys."
"No! Sixty four total. Twenty two were men."
"So, forty two were ladies."
"Yes."
"Okay, last question. Where are they buried?"
Ricky hesitated and Clark pointed the gun at his leg.
"In the clearing!"
"In the clearing?"
"Yes, around the eastern edge of the clearing."
Clark chewed on his lower lip and nodded his head.
"Well, thank you for your cooperation, Ricky."
"You’re not going to kill me, right?"
"I was never going to kill you. That would deprive my friends of doing that, just like they did to your brother. Besides, I believe my friend said you were going to die screaming."
Clark stepped back a couple of paces and yelled, "Tear him up!"
"No!" screamed Ricky as he rolled onto his other side and looked back.
The four wolves wasted no time at all in pouncing on his and begin their task of dismembering his body while he was still alive. Within five minutes, Ricky was missing a leg, both arms and the alpha had ripped his throat out.
Clark walked forward and the wolves pulled back. He looked down at what remained of the man’s face and he spit right between his eyes.
"That was for thinking you could even touch the woman I love."
Then he looked at the wolves and said, "Okay, I’m outta here. You take it easy."
He started walking down the path, heading back to the garage, hoping the van had actually been repaired and he could find the keys. He could hear the wolves starting to tear into the dead body and he decided he didn’t even need to look back.
After about a hundred yards, he got the feeling he wasn’t alone. Stopping and turning around, he saw the alpha was walking along about twenty feet behind him.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
The alpha walked up to him and Clark dropped to one knee and ran his hand over the side of the wolf’s face. His whole snout was covered in blood which, for some reason, looked quite natural to Clark.
"You know, I’d love to take you home, but I have a woman that probably wouldn’t appreciate that. Besides, you have your own ladies to look after."
He leaned over and kissed the wolf on the top of the head and then stood up.
"You go on. You go and have a good life."
The wolf looked at him for a few seconds and then turned and started trotting back up the path, back to the ladies.
Clark watched and didn’t start walking again until his friend disappeared around the curve.
Getting to the van, he laid the bow and quiver on the back seat. Then he pulled the dead body out and dumped it on the ground.
Looking at the blood stain on the carpet, he said, "Nope, sister’s not going to be
happy about that."
He looked up front and saw the keys hanging in the ignition and he slid the door closed. Walking around the other side, he climbed in and started the engine. Everything sounded exactly like it was supposed to, but he took a quick minute to get out and pop the hood. Looking down in the engine compartment, he saw a brand new radiator, ready for the long trip home.
Before getting back in the van, he looked around at the smoldering ruins of the motel office and the dead bodies laying in the parking lot.
Looking back at the garage, he said, "Well, thank you, boys. It’s been a pleasure doing business with you."
About The Author
Since young, Kelvin has always been fascinated with the unknown and when it comes to fiction, no other genre has intrigued him more than horror. He chooses to embrace his fears by penning them down and serving them to the world in the form of short stories and books.
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Also By Kelvin Teo
Dark Web: A Short Horror Story
JACKIE IS GONE
After Sunset: Six Scary Short Stories
The Visitors Series
First Encounter
Humanity’s Bane
New Dawn
