Bear Outlaw

by Candace Ayers

  Dorek, huh? Polish for gift from god. Hell yeah he was.

  Well, now she at least knew his name. It was a lot to go through, but at least she had it.

  Did he recognize her?

  Standing behind a window in a dark room? No, idiot, go back to your movie.

  3

  Mary went to Aniela’s the next evening hoping to see him. She held no vain hope that he would strike up a conversation with her and talk to her about his drunken friend Jordan.

  Old Aniela was manning the cash register while her younger employees zipped to and fro making everyone’s beverages.

  “Where’s your boyfriend?” Mary asked, handing Aniela a five for her coffee.

  “Przepraszam? What did you say?”

  “Your chłopak,” Mary said. “Your boyfriend. The young guy who comes in here.”

  Aniela laughed. “I don’t know,” she said in broken English. “I see him maybe. Maybe not. He just stupid boy.”

  “He’s very handsome,” Mary said.

  “Handsome? You see him? When he come?”

  “Yes, and you make him better. More… przystojny, more handsome.”

  “No, no, no. You can do better than him. Want kids? He no father.” Aniela then opened the cash register to get change.

  “What do you mean? He wouldn’t be a good father?” Mary asked.

  “No, how do you… onniemożemiećdzieci.”

  Mary didn’t know what she meant, she said it too fast, and while Aniela was counting out her change she dropped several coins that scattered.

  “Shull kref polara!” Aniela cursed. Dog’s blood!

  She was too old to bend over and pick everything up.

  Aniela looked at her employees, but they were hurrying to catch up on back orders. Mary looked behind her and there was a line to the door.

  “Did you want me to help?” Mary asked. “It’s no problem.”

  “Na zdrowie. Bless you. Please.”

  Mary smiled and walked around the counter. As she was picking up the change, she noticed a picture by the cash register. It was of a younger Aniela with a group of people— taken fifteen or twenty years ago— they looked like they had just come from a polka dance.

  Mary couldn’t help but look. Aniela looked good! Old age must not have struck until recently.

  The man she was with was good looking, too. Her husband? She had her head resting on his shoulder.

  But beside this man…

  “Is this Dorek?” she turned around and asked Aniela.

  “Nie, ojciec.” No, that’s his father.

  Mary nodded. The likeness between the two of them was uncanny.

  She felt a need to hand Aniela the change before she walked around the counter where, once back, Aniela handed it right back.

  She got her drink and hovered around for a few minutes hoping to see Dorek, but he didn’t come.

  “Dobranoc!” she shouted to Aniela while leaving.

  “Good night!” Aniela shouted back.

  Mary walked outside. It was a clear, cold night and the full moon was already a quarter of the way up the sky. A good thing. The city hadn’t replaced the bulbs in the street lamps on her street that a bunch of thugs had systematically destroyed a month ago. Several people complained (she even read about it in the newspaper) but a lot of people compensated for it by turning on their front porch lights— but an equal amount didn’t, and pockets of darkness usually loomed on her way home. With the moon, though, all was well. It lit her path back home like an old friend.

  4

  No! No! Ahhh, goddd! Help! Someone please help!”

  Furniture fell over, several large thumps and then a final—

  “Ahhhhhhhhh!”

  Mary held a steak knife in one hand, and a cell phone in the other.

  “911. What is the emergency?”

  Mary whispered. “I think someone has just been killed in the apartment above me.”

  “Do not check. Are you safe?”

  “I’m not sure. I think so.”

  “OK, stay where you are and do not leave your apartment. We’re dispatching someone right now. Is this Mary Schmidt at 1408 Hanover Avenue?”

  “Yes,” Mary said.

  “Someone’s enroute.”

  Mary hid in the darkness, and listened to the noises above her. Someone was still walking around, but it sounded like an animal now. Soft clicks of nails on hardwood back and forth. Pacing.

  Had Scott just been killed?

  Why would anyone kill him?

  Growling? Muttering? Deep, incessant ramblings like a satanic ritual.

  Scott seemed like a nice guy, even though instinct had spawned her to hide every time he went up the fire escape. The only bad thing about him she could recall was that he listened to jazz a little too loud on occasion, and on warm evenings he’d grill steak just outside his door and invite her up for some. He gave her the willies, and she hated whenever he did. Part of her knew he was just trying to be nice, but all the same… Maybe it was a good thing he was dead… She wouldn’t have to awkwardly come up with reasons why she couldn’t hang out with him anymore.

  Jesus, Mary! What a horrible thought! He was a nice guy!

  He never had company, though. Who would kill him?

  She gripped her steak knife and waited for the police.

  A flashlight shined through her window that was perpendicular to her back door, and then someone knocked on her door.

  She went to it, steak knife in hand.

  It was Dorek again! Wearing sunglasses with horrible hair. He apparently hadn’t been to see Aniela tonight.

  “Mary Schmidt?” he said through the glass looking at a notepad in his hand.

  Mary straightened her hair away from her face and stood up as tall as she could muster. “Are you with the police? You don’t look like a police officer,” she said trying to be safe and seductive at the same time. “Do you have a badge I can see?” She crossed her arms over her chest. Damn she wanted to jump him.

  “I’m special division,” Dorek said. “Have you heard anything else up there?”

  “Movement. Animal noises. Whoever, whatever was up there that hurt Scott is still there.”

  “So you think there were two people?” Dorek asked. “Are you sure?”

  “Why would Scott scream like that if he was alone? It was definitely him, and it sounded like he was fighting someone… before he screamed that one final time.”

  Dorek’s eyes narrowed and he took off his sunglasses. Steel blue eyes. Entrancing. “We’ll see. Listen, there’s a lot of stuff going on in the city right now. I don’t have backup, but I’m 90% sure Scott is OK. Do you mind coming out and coming up with me? I might need your help.”

  “You want me to protect you?” she asked, blushing.

  “Well no, not protect me,” he said. “Just be with me. Help me identify him. I’ve never met him before.”

  “OK,” Mary said.

  She felt so… happily complacent.

  She walked to the door and let herself out. It was cold, and she only had a flimsy cotton shirt with no bra. Breasts jiggling and swaying as she walked— her perky, large nipples easily seen in the cold night air.

  Dorek’s eyes widened.

  He stammered and said, “Do you want to go get a jacket or something?”

  “Do you think I should get a jacket?” she said, smiling at him, oblivious to the effect she was having on him.

  “Yes, at least a sweater or something,” he said. “You’ll get sick walking around here like that.”

  “OK,” she said, and walked back inside like a well behaved drone.

  She took her shirt off in her cold, poorly heated room and exposed her large, full breasts to the frigid air. She grabbed two sweaters she hoped he would like. One a khaki button up with a large collar, but the chest was open and would show a lot of cleavage. The second a tight, red v-neck. It, too, would show off her breasts well.

  She walked to him smiling, chest still completely nak
ed, and he shrieked, “Get back inside!”

  Confused, she asked, “But which one do you like?”

  He closed his eyes and pointed, “The red one, the red one!”

  She slipped it on and stuck her chest out. “Better?” she asked. Her nipples were still hard and she noticed Dorek couldn’t take his eyes off of them.

  “Yes, you look very good,” he said emphatically. “So very… are you ready to head up?”

  She nodded and smiled. She noticed he had his hand on the front of his trousers. Was he hiding a hard-on? Didn’t he know he didn’t have to do that for her? Ever?

  What was coming over her?

  Who cares! He’s here, and I’m going to capitalize on that.

  “After you,” he said and got out of her way.

  Mary smiled. Glad she was wearing her yoga pants and showing off her large bum. She stuck her ass out and wiggled it to and fro as she went up the stairs. She could feel his eyes on her. Oh yes, she could feel them burning into her. To her left was a window reflecting the night. She looked in it to see if he was checking her out.

  He wasn’t there!

  She turned back to see where he had gone and saw that he was right behind her, eyes locked on her bubble butt.

  He scratched his head and looked away.

  “Just a little farther, ma’am,” he said, pretending he was studying something on the far horizon.

  She smiled to herself. Keep on looking, handsome, she thought.

  She made it to the top, inwardly proud of herself for conquering her fear of the fire escape. But it really wasn’t that big of a deal. She’d do anything for him.

  For whatever reason he wasn’t right behind her when she got to the top. She peeped over the railing and saw that he was repositioning himself in his pants.

  Ooh, he did have a hard-on? He didn’t have to hide it from her!

  And ooh was it big! She could see the bulge of it going straight up his belly and pushing his belt out.

  Eight, maybe 10 inches. Hell, maybe even twelve.

  If she pulled his pants out a little, she’d be able to see the tip of it easily. It was right there.

  She licked her lips excitedly and went to do it.

  He turned away from her and knocked on the door.

  “Scott! Are you there? Scott?” he banged on the back door. His arms chiseled and long.

  “Do you have a girlfriend or a wife?” Mary asked.

  “Um no. Hey Mary, I need you to do something really quick…” he turned and smiled at her.

  “What is it? No, it doesn’t matter. I’ll do it.”

  “Do my socks match?” he asked and pulled up his trousers.

  “Huh?” she looked down at his feet. “No, not in the slightest. Why would a pink and brown sock match?” she looked at him like he was crazy and noticed his sunglasses were back on.

  A fog lifted in her brain.

  5

  She put her arms around herself and shivered. What the hell was she doing out here wearing nothing but flimsy yoga pants and a sweater with no bra or coat? She looked like a complete slut with her nipples sticking out like they were. She tried to hide them, but it was difficult. Her girls were big and she was shivering.

  She jumped up and down and tried and warm up. Fuck it was cold!

  Dorek resumed pounding on the door and shouting for Scott to come and let them in.

  Mary peeped in the window trying vainly to warm her arms up with her hands as she did.

  “What is that?” she asked and pointed.

  “What is what?” Dorek said and walked to her.

  She pointed again. “Something weird is lying on the floor over there. Do you see it?”

  Dorek pointed his flashlight in.

  “Fuck!” he yelled. “It’s a…”

  “A what?”

  “Nothing. Go wait over there by the stairs.”

  She did.

  He pulled out a walkie-talkie from his belt. “Dispatch? I have a possible 140 here— requesting a 129 for a possible 133.”

  It took her brain a moment, but he wasn’t fooling her. She watched CSI. That translated to possible murder, need backup for a potential dangerous person in the area.

  “Negative. We’re strained right now. Restrain the situation and make sure no else gets harmed until sunlight.”

  He unclicked his walkie and said under his breath, “I hate full moons.”

  “What does a full moon have to—”

  Satanic, demonic mutterings rumbled behind the door. Deep and gruff. Scratchy. Menacing. Whoever was speaking was doing so unintelligibly. The words sounded like an ancient, beastial form of Latin.

  They both just looked at each other. “What is that?” Mary whispered.

  “Something that’s not good,” Dorek said. “The first and third nights of a full moon are always the worst.”

  “What’s going on?” Mary asked.

  The door started shaking in its frame. The beast on the other side was pulling and pushing on the doorknob, rattling the entire outside wall.

  “Go back down to your apartment,” Dorek said. “GO!”

  “YORT MA GATANG! RA RA YOTAV!”

  Someone started slamming into the door.

  “Where’s your gun?” Mary asked, getting out of the way.

  “I’m not that kind of—”

  A dark, hairy mass shot through the door and into Dorek, toppling him over the fire escape into the darkness below.

  “Dorek!” Mary screamed.

  Abandoning her fears of the wobbly handrail, she ran down the three flights of stairs.

  Dorek was somehow OK, clutching onto a dark hairy beast as it swung its body back and forth trying to free itself of him.

  It was tall. Grotesquely hairy. Teeth as long her fingers. Sharp and pointy. It reached behind its back and grabbed Dorek by the shirt, tried to snap at him, and then hurled him into an abandoned car.

  Glass exploded, and Dorek collapsed to the ground, unconscious as a rag doll.

  The creature gave one look at Mary and roared.

  Mary shut her eyes and whispered the prayer of communion.

  With all my heart I long for Thee,

  Most firmly I believe in Thee,

  Most truthfully I hope in Thee...

  She opened her eyes and the creature was gone. She looked behind her down the dark alley and up above at the full moon. The beast was nowhere.

  Maybe Catholicism got a few things right now and then.

  She ran to Dorek and was surprised to find him breathing. His precious sunglasses shattered on the ground in a thousand pieces; a stream of blood flowed from his temple.

  He moaned and stirred.

  She stroked his messy hair and asked, “Are you OK?”

  He winced as she straightened up. “Where did Scott go?”

  “Dorek, Scott is dead. Remember?”

  He opened his eyes and looked at her. Beautiful blue eyes. “No Mary, that monster was Scott. Scott’s OK, but everyone around him is now in danger.”

  She smiled down at him and said, “What a silly thing to say, but you’re so pretty. Can I draw you?”

  “Christ,” he moaned. “Do you see my sunglasses anywhere?”

  She pointed and said, “Right here. Do you want me to pick up the pieces for you? It might be easier just to buy new ones, unless these had significant emotional value to you, which I get, but sometimes it’s best just to—”

  “It’s OK,” Dorek said and smiled. “Can you look at my socks?” He pulled up on his pants. “Do they match?”

  “No,” Mary said and smiled at him. “We’ve already established this. Up there, remember?” she said pointing. “Or did the fall ruin your memory?”

  “Crap. Right, that only works once a night. Do you have a pair of sunglasses I can borrow?” Mary shook her head. “OK, well, forget about it. Any idea where he went?” Dorek said and stood up.

  Mary stood up with him.

  “Well, I didn’t hear him run past me, so I ass
ume he went the other way out of this alley,” she said and pointed to the quiet street.

  “Excellent sleuthing. If this was a man, you’d be right. But these creatures have the ability to jump really high. He might be on the rooftops.”

  “That creature was a werewolf?”

  Dorek winced in pain and said, “Maybe,” slowly. “How would that make you feel if he is?”

  “Meh,” Mary said and shrugged her shoulders. “Do you want to go somewhere and make out?”

  “Mary, that was a monster you just saw. A real monster. That doesn’t have an effect on you?”

  Mary shook her head no. “How tall are you?” she asked.

  “Mary, Mary, Mary, do you understand why I’m having such an effect on you? It’s my eyes. They’re literally mesmerizing. They’re not just pretty. They’re literally mesmerizing you. You’re hypnotized just looking at them.”

  “Huh,” Mary said and moved closer to him, pretending to look in his eyes but really just trying to push her breasts into him. She wanted to see him get hard again. “So about that making out offer?” She pushed her breasts together and gave him a good eyeful of cleavage.

  “Stop, stop, stop—” Dorek said and covered his eyes. “We have a situation here. Will you go into your room for me and wait for me to come back?’

  “No, silly,” Mary said. “We stick together.” She wrapped her arms around him and said, “Don’t leave me. Like ever, OK? I can make you happy in so many ways. Just give me a chance. I’ll let you do anything you want to me.”

  She ran her hands down his ripped stomach and found his cock. It was hard.

  “If you want me to, I can help you right here and now,” she concluded.

  “No, no, stop it, please. Yes, you’ve realized you, too, have an effect on me, but that doesn’t stop the fact that we, I mean I, have a job to do right now. Now protocol states that if you won’t go back into your apartment, then you have to come with me so I can protect you— if I’ve entranced you and am unable to untrance you, that is.”

  “I thought we already decided this,” Mary said placing her hand back on his cock. “We go together,” she said, and thought about breaking into GREASE to emphasize her point.