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Winner #1 - Snoopy
A nice quiet evening at home is what Angie thought she was in store for. Rex on the other the hand, decided to bring up the obvious, neglecting Angie the illusion of being in a normal relationship. Like they say, you will find love in all the wrong places.
Rex Grossman looks like a normal everyday man, but he is far from the fact. His most striking feature is his deep bright blue eyes. Everything else fails in comparison when you catch a glimpse of his eyes. Angie Parker on the other hand is as wild as the day is long, with long brunette hair and dark brown eyes. A striking woman that one would never be able to distinguish from a high school senior.
Rex and Angie begin watching a classic horror film, when right in the middle of the film, Rex decides he wants to reminisce.
“As I look back on it now, it all seems so cliche. To think just a few years ago I was just like any other hapless soul walking this Earth. I can still remember the night it happened like it was yesterday. Maybe that’s another side effect from the infection. Infection, as if! More like a disease, but with a disease comes sickness and all I have had since that night was enhancement. I feel superhuman, that is when I can feel anything at all. And those blackouts! Boy, they are the worst. It’s getting a bit more bearable these days. Partly to the fact I have found you. I would be lost if our paths hadn’t crossed in those woods that night. When I opened my eyes, I thought you were an angel, my angel.” Rex tells Angie staring into her brown eyes.
Angie paws at Rex.
“I remember that night. You were covered in blood, almost from head to toe. I feared you were dead and then you opened your eyes. The most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen in my life. I knew you were special then, but never imagined anything of the like. Even knowing what happens to you sometimes, I would never change a thing Rex.”
Angie breaks the intense moment with a little levity. “Rex. As I say your name I can’t help but think that it is true.”
Rex curiously looks at Angie. “What’s true Ang?”
Angie spats. “It’s true you are my drug. You know...R X, Rex. Angie laughs louder joined by Rex.”
He smiles widely. “Definitely not right, but I still love you.”
Rex grabs Angie gently, tightly embracing her. The light shining in his bright blue eyes. “We don’t have much time now. I would think about two more days and then...well you know.”
“I have a plan. Hopefully it will work, but if it doesn’t I will still be waiting for you after.” He says with compassion.
“Yeah after. That seems to be the story of my life. I have only had good things happen after… after a spell of bad things. So, my Angel, what kind of plan were you thinking of?” Rex says regretfully.
“Now just hear me out before you say anything, ok?” Angie says intently.
Rex nods his head with anticipation. Angie pulls the silver locket off her neck holding it in her hands. “If we melt this down we can make a bullet out of the silver.”
Rex starts to open his mouth; worry on his face.
Angie quickly yelps. “Hey! You agreed you wouldn’t say anything.”
“Sorry, go ahead.” Rex says apologetically.
Angie continues “after we make the bullet we just wait until the full moon. Now what I’m thinking is that if all the books and movies are right a silver bullet will turn you back into a regular person. The only difference is that in the movies the silver bullet always kills. I suggest we,” she pauses and looks intently into his eyes before continues, “now you know I love you with all my heart, right?”
“I’ve been thinking that if we can just shoot you in the arm, the silver will take effect and give us a normal life. What do you think?” she says with anticipation.
Rex stands up looking at Angie with disbelief. “You would shoot me?”
“Only if it had a chance of working.” She defends her words.
“I thought you loved me for who I was Angie”
“I do, but don’t you want a normal life?” Angie says questionably.
A bit angered, Rex spits out, “I had a normal life. It got me no where! I worked in a coffee shop for god’s sake. Ya know I thought you were smarter than that.”
“Don’t get snippy with me. I’m just trying to help.” Angie returns the sentiment.
Condescendingly Rex blurts out. “Yeah, help yourself. Unbelievable! I thought you loved me.”
Angie acts a bit disgusted with Rex’s tone “I do! You don’t know what it feels like to fear for your life from the person you love. Every time I don’t know if it will be the last time I will see you.”
“Yeah, but there are smarter ways to do it.” Rex replies.
“Like what?” Angie asks
“Like taking silver slivers or something of the like and injecting it into my bloodstream for one, and that’s just off the top of my head!” Rex tells her, looking for signs of hope in her eyes.
Angie slumps down on the couch sulking, in a heathen voice. “You’re right. What have I become to suggest such a barbaric act?”
Angie stands up throwing herself towards Rex and grabbing him with such love and sorrow, tears weeping from her eyes.
Rex holds her tight and with reassurance. “It’s all right honey. I realize this is a difficult thing for you. Maybe this will ease the pain you are feeling”
Rex opens his mouth revealing two large K-9 incisors. He clamps his mouth down on Angie’s neck. Blood dripping down on her blouse, Angie screams in agony, pushing him away.
Pissed off, Angie yells at Rex. “You douche! I can’t believe you did that!”
Rex falls to his knees. “You don’t know what it feels like to be me...but soon you will and we can be together.”
Angie stares at him with discontent. “You bite me and want to turn me into you and then expect us to live happily ever after?”
“That was the plan.” He said in a calm soothing voice.
Angie looks in his deep blue eyes for a moment, then turns and walks out of the house leaving him on his knees. Rex falls on his hands crying. “Where are you going? Angie? Angie! Don’t leave me, I’m sorry. Please!”
He cries so hard, veins start popping out on his head and neck. Groans of agony fill the house “Not now. It’s too early. What’s going on? Angie Help!”
Rex’s body starts to go into a metamorphosis. All the veins on his face extrude underneath his skin, his jaw bone grows elongating his face. His limbs puff out with muscles and hair starts to come out of every pore on his body. Soon his shirt rips off a newly transformed grotesque body. Rex’s face has become that of a wolf which has been left for dead on the side of the highway for way too long. Screams of pain become howls of pleasure. Rex now stands four feet taller than before and his body doubled in size, all muscle; a true beast of nature. The only distinguishing attribute of Rex that remains noticeable is his deep bright blue eyes.
The beast leaps out the open door of the house and starts to howl, looking to the night sky for a glimpse at the moon. When the beast sees the three quarters moon, his howls end abruptly. Rex’s beast runs faster than a speeding car to the woods down the street. He stops at the edge of the woods and starts sniffing with his large K-9 nose. He turns back quickly seeing Angie standing in the middle of the street. His big blue eyes meet hers with regret and sorrow, then runs into the darkness of the woods.
Angie stands in the street holding her neck, blood on her shirt and crying. She hangs her head down in disappointment, walking in the opposite direction from the beast known as Rex. Howls come from the woods as she walks down the street, which only make her feel an inkling of remorse. Then a sharp pain stabbing her chest brings her to her knees. She falls to the street clenching her chest and moaning in pain.
Her moans are heard by a man walking down the street. The man runs to Angie to see if he can help her in anyway. Kneeling down next to her, the man places his hand on her shoulder and quickly realizes that is a mistake. Angie turns towards him revealing the veins in her face and neck pulsating. The man gets up quickly and steps away from her. “What in the name of god is this?!”
Angie rolls around, getting to her knees. Her face normal now, she turns to the man to say thanks, but as she looks at him, the beast Rex runs by and snatches the man up by his teeth carrying him away into the woods.
Angie screams. “No! No! R-E-X!!!”
The beast tosses the man on a large gravestone, towering above him. The man gasps for breath. Rex watches as the life fades from the man. Before the man can take his last breath, the beast starts devouring him. First, he claws through his chest grabbing the heart and swallowing it whole. Then, he makes for the arms where the tastiest meat is on the human animal.
Two patrol officers walking their patrol, shine their flashlights around the cemetery, two bobbling beams of lights on headstones and trees. The beast sees the lights and runs towards the woods. Before Rex can make it to the woods the beast crumples over holding its stomach in obvious pain. The lights get closer. In pain, the beast claws at the ground pulling itself into the woods. Only a human foot is the last to be taken from the moon’s light. In the darkness of the woods, the beast disappears.
The two officers come across the mutilated remains of the good Samaritan. One officer tosses his dinner behind a gravestone, while the other inspects the mutilated body with his flashlight.
Officer Jones gasps. “What the hell did this?”
Jones stands up pulling his weapon from the holster and looking around cautiously.
“I don’t know but I’m not taking any chances. Let’s get the hell out of here. Let the dayshift patrol deal with this.” His partner fearfully states.
Twigs crack in the distance, frightening the officers.
Jones stutters. “I...I think you’re right.”
The two officers quickly scuttle away from the mutilated body without looking back.
The Sun rises on the dark city, shedding light on Rex’s naked body. His eyes open, staring at the dried blood on his hands and chest.
“Oh, my head. It’s not time yet. How did this happen to me?” He cries.
Rex stands and stumbles around the woods bouncing off the trees. He looks through the woods and notices blue and red flashing lights followed by swarms of police officers standing around a photographer taking pictures of a bloodied corpse in the cemetery. Rex steps on a branch, snapping it in two. “Crack.” A police officer hears the branch crack and looks towards the woods.
Rex turns and hurries his naked body through the woods, stopping only to get a bearing on where he is. Out of breath, “Everything looks the same,” he gasps. Rex puts his nose in the air and takes a deep sniff closing his eyes. A remembrance of Angie’s scent flows through his senses. Rex turns right and continues to the edge of the woods. He stops and sees his house down the block waiting for the mail carrier to finish his deliveries on his block.
Rex finally gets an opening and runs to the back of his house and though the kitchen door. Rex calls out for Angie. “Angie? Hey Ang, I’m home. What the Hell happened last night? Ang? -- I wonder...Shit. I remember. She left.”
Rex stands naked and bloody being held up by the fridge. He grabs a cold beer out of the ice box and starts chugging it while climbing the stairs to the bathroom shower. Rex rolls his tongue around his mouth, his eyes widen. He lifts his hands to his lips, spitting out a piece of skin that got lodged between his teeth. Drops of blood flow through the water into the drain as Rex stands under the plentiful stream of water. Footsteps fill his ears and all he can think is that Angie has come back to him. Rex grabs a towel and runs downstairs to the front door. He swings the door open with anticipation, but his smiles are turned to a blank stare when he sees two police officers about to knock on his door.
Officer Carter asks “Are you Mr. Rex Grossman?”
Worried Rex answers. “Yes...what can I do for you? Is Angie all right?”
“Angie? No sir. There was a body found in the cemetery this morning,” replies officer Carter.
With a smart ass tone Rex says with surety. “I’m sure if you look harder you will find a lot more than one.”
Carter is a little less than happy. “What?”
Officer Nelson stands behind Carter laughing quietly.
Forcefully, Carter gives Rex an attitude. “I get it. You were trying to be funny. Well, I assure you this is no laughing matter. One of your neighbors, Mr. Smith from 1285 Highway Street was mutilated last night. So I would appreciate it if you keep your sarcasm to a minimum.”
Nelson steps in front of his partner who is obviously angered by Rex’s ill sense of humor.
“Mr. Grossman. We just stopped by to see if you heard anything out of the usual last night? We think the victim was abducted from this street.” Nelson states in a calm tone.
“Why would you think that?” Rex wonders.
Still angered, Carter touts. “Well, smart ass. First off, he lives on this street. We also found his briefcase laying in the middle of the street. Not too far from your front door.”
Rex clears his throat. “Sorry to hear about Mr. Smith. I wish I could help you, but I was sound asleep till this morning.”
“Really? Your neighbor lady said she heard you and (he flips though his little notebook) Angie arguing late last night?” Carter curiously asks
“Yeah, she walked out on me. I then had a couple beers and went to bed. I thought maybe you were...” Rex tells them in a heart felt voice.
“Were what?” Nelson asks.
Rex finishes his sentence. “Were her.”