A What Happened On Wolf Mountain novel setting based on an old premonition.
Rumbling thunder covers the sounds of heavy footsteps pounding the uneven pavement. Darkness swallowed all features from view; no one ever knew, no one ever lives to tell. Soft song the ghosts sing, as he walked forward, stepped forward through the darkness, a monster, shattering the mask they made him wear.
Killer, killer, Pull the trigger, pop and load…nobody’s gonna let, nobody’s gonna let you go.
”Hey Jacobs! Need a hand over here!” Officer David Delgros called to Officer Matt Jacobs. Both men were checking on a homeless man who was famous for “playing possum” when he didn’t want to move. “Hey Mr. Gomer, how about we give you a lift to the shelter, huh?” Delgros said to the man as he nudged the guy’s bare foot. Usually, Mr. Gomer would growl some slurred insults then slowly get up, but this time there was no response. Delgros leaned closer and peered down at the man’s almost hidden face. “Mr. Go—SHIT!" Delgros stepped back startled and dismayed.
”What?!” Jacobs shouted at his partner, grabbing Delgros’ arm in worry.
Delgros just stared in shock and horror. “The the..fuck?!”
Jacobs let go of his partner’s jacket and walked up to look; his partner puked in the background. One soulless eye stared back up at him, severely mangled. The rest of the homeless man’s face had already been eaten away by the maggots and flies that were still swarming all over his decomposing body. The strong, pungent odor drove Jacobs backwards and he leaned against the squad car, trying to catch his breath. Instinctively, he grabbed his radio and began calling for backup. “Dispatch, this is Sam-3, we hav—” A distinct click deterred Jacobs’ attention. A loud explosion cut off his words as the bullet shattered his skull and tore through his brain, into the car door behind him. Darkness quickly followed as his limp body slumped to the ground, thick warm blood pooling beneath, leaking life to the gutters nearby.
an older premonition that came true once. seen through the killer’s eyes as well as the victim’s eyes.
A cop’s gonna die,
As he tries to hide his world of lies;
Time’s running out for this shield of crimson gold
Life has decided as the cards will easily fold.
”Finally!” Officer Rick Bouldger breathed out with his smoke. “I thought you’d never come.” He spoke to the shadow dancing off the broken wall. “What took you so long? Is the new chief really that hard to avoid?” He asked, sneering slightly as he mentioned the chief. The shadow remained silent; laughing, but silent. Rick watched the darkness play with the torrents of rain as each drop burst in a new pattern. Orange glows mixed with ghostly smoke lit up the surrounding night. He continued watching the silent shadow until his cigarette puffed out. Grumbling, he dropped it to the watery street and stomped on it, allowing one final plume to rise before the rain snuffed it out again.
”Well, do you have it or not?” He growled, irritated by the chilled rain and gloomy evening. Unmoving, the shadow remained silent. “I said, do you have it?!" Rick growled louder, shoving the shadow backwards in his irritation. The shadow retaliated without a word.
Something flashed in the darkness as a streetlight shimmered off a jagged blade. Blood splattered across the grey wall, dripping down to the uneven street.
”Wha—whagth was ghthat?” Rick gurgled as he grabbed his throat, which continued splurting. He fell to his knees as he gingerly held his throat; the figure loomed over him, still hidden by the shadows for the most part, arm arched back for another strike. “Wait—no don’t—pleease!” Rick begged as the shadow wordlessly brought his fist down, plunging the knife into Rick’s stomach. Blood flowed out as the shadow slowly pulled the knife out; Rick gasped as the shadow twisted the knife around in his stomach.
Smiling slightly, the shadow moved back into the darkness, staying in the street long enough to watch his victim twitch and shudder, until blood mixed with rain pooled and streamed into the gutters.
Heartache and confusion the Shadow’s tools
To bring to justice to all the world’s fools;
In the night by silent word of knife
In the day by secrets wrapped in life.
Real stories. Changing lives. Real impact.
this pretty much moved me to tears.