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An American Werewolf in Kipsburg, USA
CHAPTER ONE-ENTER THE WEREWOLVES
As the title says...this is where the werewolves come in! There, now let's see how many of
you can predict the next plot twist! This going to be REALLY, REALLY hard...wait, how'd
you guess? Boooo!
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The stars sparkled in the sky. The full moon shone in the sky as Rebo led Al to the park.
"This is the John K. Kips Memorial Park," Rebo said, "Named after our
town's founder."
"So why's it a Memorial Park?" asked Al, curiously.
"Well," said Rebo, "it's because he choked on a fruit cake during the
dedication ceremony for the park and died."
"Ooooookayyyy..." said Al.
"But this park is where we have one of our most FAMOUS tourist attractions!"
Rebo said excitedly.
Al chuckled. "You mean besides the twine ball?" he asked.
Rebo giggled. "There's more to Kipsburg than just our twine ball!"
As Al and Rebo walked along the path along the nature trail, they didn't realize that they
were being spied on. Someone...or something...watched from the shadows. 'Hmmmm...there's
my next target...' it thought, keeping an eye on the full moon in the sky.
A few clouds kept it from shining completly, but they were slowly drifting away.
"Soon...very soon..."
"TADA!" said Rebo, "This is the BIGGEST TREE IN KIPSBURG!"
Al looked up...and up...and up. He couldn't even see the top of the tree.
"Wow..." he gasped.
"People come from all over the country to see this AMAZING tree! It's about 166 feet
tall...same size as Frank's 2000" TV, now that I think of it."
Rebo giggled. Suddenly, she gasped, then reached into her pockets. She pulled out some
change, then ran over to a penny squishing machine. She inserted 51 cents and waited.
Soon, a brand new squished penny came out. Rebo grabbed it, skipped over to Al (For she
was well known for being overly energetic) and placed it in his hand. "Add it to your
collection!" she said with a giggle.
She turned around and looked up into the sky. "This is such a pretty night," she
murmered, "The full moon is so romantic..."
Al's muscles went tense. Despite the fact that Rebo hadn't given him a surprise death-grip
bear hug in months, Al still couldn't comepletly shake that feeling. "...I just WISH
Bobby was here with me!" she finished.
Al breathed a sigh of relief. Rebo turned back and grinned.
"Well, then, what do you think?"
"Way moby," joked Al. He always enjoyed meeting with his fans. He had never
gotten to know any of them like Rebo, however. Mind you, Al had never been stranded on
another planet thousands of miles away with any of his other fans. While the experience
had not been pleasant, Al had managed to warm to the hyperactive child, who in turn cooled
down on her obsessive crush on him. This created a special bond that nobody else would
probably ever have...
(Note: Come on, this IS a fanfic! I'm not serious, here! Put down
those weasels! Please? AAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!)
Suddenly, a howl rang out in the silence. Rebo jumped, then suddenly grabbed on to Al in
fear. She looked up into his surprised face and let go. "Sorry," she apologized,
"I forgot how scary it is on Halloween."
"Me too..." mumbled Al, too quietly for Rebo to hear.
"I mean, there's all kinds of things out, I'll bet...like zombies...and ghosts...and
vampires...and...and..."
Another howl rang out. "WEREWOLVES!" Rebo yelped.
Al grew tense again. He began to search around the area. He knew Rebo's fears were based
on superstition, but his suspicions were probably real. He was about to say something when
he noticed that Rebo was shaking. 'I'd better calm her down...' he thought.
Al put a hand on Rebo's shoulder. "It's just superstition, Rebo," he said,
"Don't worry about it. There's nothing out there."
As an afterthought, though, Al added "I can tell you're pretty tense...you know, I
think it might be a better idea if maybe I just went back to the bus and you went home and
got some rest. You can give me the tour in the morning."
Rebo stopped shaking, then turned around. She had some sort of resolve in her face.
"No," she said, "you're right. I'm just being childish. There's probably a
wolf or two out there...it's probably pretty far off anyway, considering all the swampland
out beyond the trees."
"Yea but..." Al started.
Rebo shook her head. A smile broke again. "Besides!" she said, "YOU haven't
seen the BIGGEST PILE OF DIRTY SOCKS IN KIPSBURG!"
Al cocked an eyebrow. "Maybe I don't want to..."
"Oh, come on!" Rebo said, grabbing Al by the wrist, "People come from ALL
OVER the country come just to see it! It's a major tourist attraction!"
Al pulled his wrist free. He had good reason to want to escape. He knew that strange
things always happened on Halloween. He had thought he and the band had made it clear to
their promoter they didn't want to perform on Halloween again, but apparently not. He had
figured that maybe, maybe in Kipsburg, it wouldn't be too bad, but NOOOOOOO! Last year,
vampires. The year before, zombies. Who could predict what would happen next?! Well,
besides the readers, that is.
Rebo
started to walk away. Al began to follow her when they heard the howl once more. It was
very, very close...
Suddenly, a large creature jumped out in front of Rebo. She shrieked and jumped back. By
now, Al was perfectly used to strange looking creatures. He'd made friends with plenty of
them on the planet near Mars. This one was covered with gray fur. Long blonde hair fell
over its head and partially covered its face. Two grey, furry ears poked out. It wore a
tight green and white striped tanktop and jeans that had obviously ripped. It had a long,
bushy tail, pointed ears, and sharp
claws and teeth. Rebo ran over to Al. "Is that...is that..." Rebo stammered,
"...a WEREWOLF?!"
"Looks like it," said Al.
"..........man, I HATE IT when I'm right!"
"Wait...that's MY line!"
Rebo turned around and ran. "Follow me!" she yelled, "I know where it's
safe!"
'This from the girl who made fast friends with a giant octopus with rows of sharp curved
teeth!' he thought, but he still didn't want to deal with the werewolf. He followed
closely behind Rebo. He'd have to get back to the bus when this was all over and go
through their "Emergency Halloween Survival Kit" and read the manuel to see what
do about..."OOF!"
Al tripped over a tree root and fell on his face. He rolled right into another tree.
"OW! CRUD!" he yelled (For Al, even in
moments of frustration, still tried to refrain from swearing. What a guy!)
A few clouds began to cover the moon. Al looked around for Rebo. "Shoot," he
muttered, "I lost her. I'm lost in the middle of the woods, right near a swamp, with
a werewolf on my tail...now what?!"
"Are you lost?" said a sultry voice from behind.
Al turned around and saw a woman with long blonde hair standing behind him. She wore a
loose green and white tanktop, as well as ripped jeans. She was rather...well-figured
let's say. Al didn't know how to react. There was something familiar about her. "I
heard some kind of howling...I think there's a wolf around!" she said.
"Yea...did you see it?" he asked.
She shook her head. "While we're at it," Al asked, "Did you see a girl in a
Hawaiin shirt run by?"
Another shake of the head. "MAN!" said Al, "I HATE Halloween performances!
Something ALWAYS goes wrong!"
"Well, I can lead you out of here," said the woman.
"Thanks, but I have to find my friend..."
"She's probably found her way out by now," she said, "and she's also
probably waiting for you."
"I know, but..." Al KNEW that Rebo wouldn't do that. Once she realized Al was
gone, she'd be out there all night looking for him.
And the werewolf would be looking for her. Al had a dilemma. 'I could call for help,
later,' he thought, 'I guess I don't have a choice. Rebo could be anywhere.'
"Okay, I'll come along," he said, reluctantly.
"Just follow me," the girl said, "I'll help you out."
Al followed carefully, watching out for any signs of both the werewolf and Rebo. He hadn't
heard any howls for awhile now. He began to wonder.
Al also noticed that his guide kept glancing at the sky. He watched as the few clouds
covering the moon began to move away. He thought the woman looked awfully familiar...
The pair reached a small clearing. "Okay, Al," said the woman, "I
lied."
"Wait...how'd you know my name?!" Al said.
"Well...I have my ways," she said, "And I was only half-lying. I did see
your friend. And I saw you too earlier..."
Al took a few steps back. "But I didn't see the wolf..." she said as the
remaining clouds disappeared, "I am the werewolf."
"SHOOT! I knew it!" he said, "I HATE IT...wait, can't say that, Rebo
already said it...crummy buttons!"
Right before his eyes, the woman began to transform. Her mouth grew out into a muzzle, her
long blonde hair spilling over the gray fur that was growing all over her body. Her
clothes had already shredded before, but her loose t-shirt grew very tight as her body
became more muscular. Her ears grew larger and pointed and furry, poking out through the
top of her hair. Her nails grew longer, becoming claws. A tail began to appear.
"Oh
boy." said Al. He turned to run but was soon pinned down by the massive canine. She
snarled and snapped at Al. He felt something go through his shoulder...was it her teeth or
her claws? However, he didn't get to find out, as he blacked out as the pain shot through
his body...
Rebo sat under a tree and panted. "Well, I guess we made it...Al?"
She looked around, but couldn't find the polka-meister anywhere.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she shrieked, "I LOST
HIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMM!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!" she yelled, running through the woods.
She lifted a rock. "Are you under there?!" she said, frantically.
She looked inside some small bushes, behind some trees. She began to crawl on the ground,
calling his name in a whiny voice, but to no avail.
She contemplated digging a hole and searching for him underground when she heard the groan
of a man nearby. Al! "ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!" she yelled, running over
towards the sound. She gasped at what she
saw.
Al was lying on the ground, blood staining the ground surrounding him and soaking his
shirt. Rebo rushed over to him and bent down. She sat him up and saw the wound, just below
his shoulder. Strangely, it was the only wound. This seemed rather odd, but Rebo actually
wasn't too concerned. He seemed to be slowly returning to conciousness. "Al?"
No response. "Al??" No response. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL!" she
yelled.
"AH!" he yelped, jumping back.
He saw Rebo kneeling before him. "Oh, it's just you...OWWWW!"
He held his hand over the wound. "What happened, Al?" Rebo asked.
"That werewolf got me," he said, "I guess it took off. I wonder why?"
"Well, we're safe now," Rebo said, but she felt funny. 'Hmmmm...my Spider Sense
is tingling! No wait...'
She pulled out a lizard from inside the back of her shirt. "Wow, no wonder!" she
said, tossing it over her shoulder.
Al winced as pain shot through his shoulder. "Owww...I'm amazed it didn't tear me to
ribbons," he said, "Though that really bothers me, too."
"I know," said Rebo, "why would it only get you once? Is there a
reason?"
A few clouds drifted away from the moon. Al moaned in pain. "Al? Al?" Rebo said,
growing worried, "Are you okay?"
Rebo watched in horror as slowly the peppy-polka-playing-parodist (Say THAT five times
fast)transformed before her eyes, into a Hawaiin shirt-clad werewolf no less. His shoes
had been destroyed during the transformation (What a waste of a perfectly good pair of
shoes!) It WOULD have been hilarious, except that now Al focused his now-murderous
eyes on Rebo. "Al," she said, suddenly speaking in an Eastern European accent,
"Is you warwilf?"
Al howled. "I guess you is..." she said, "that is no good!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hey, TWS points if you can guess what I'm making a joke about! Any
MSTies out there will get this one in a heartbeat.
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