The sun was gone, having sunk its ripe orange shape below the horizon visible from the stadium. The local football team had lost its fifth consecutive game expectedly, despite being at home. There wasn't a team in the league that could stand up the Louisburg High School football squad's uncanny strength. The beaten, fatigued home team retreated to their locker room as the stars began to twinkle meakly above a layer of thin clouds. The coach of the DeSoto home team frowned at his clipboard. "I just don't understand it, Louisburg had the worst football team in the state two years ago, second only to us."
The team captain piped up from near his dented green locker, "Not to mention we won the first game against them by 60 points this year." He shook his head, "It's just strange Coach."
A few other players snorted, "I remember that game. The band went nuts, screaming they'd finally played 'Wildcat Victory' for a reason."
"Not to mention they almost bit Harry's face off when he told them to play something other than 'The Happy Days Are Here Again'" a manager commented.
"It's called 'The Song'!" A former band member corrected, "The reason we always lose is because you guys refuse to acknowledge saying 'The Song''s actual name is bad luck."
"You band geeks are so weird." the manager sighed.
"I was only in band for one year!" the former member protested.
"Even just a year." Harry said dramatically looking around, "It changes you man, it changes you. The high school band is a dangerous place…"
"Aww, guys knock it off. You know the band doesn't like to be made fun of. You remember what happened to the last guy that offended them." the football captain said in the most mysterious voice he could muster.
An inexperienced freshman dared to ask, "What happened to the last guy?"
Harry gave the new guy a grave look, "Nobody knows. He was never seen again." the senior enjoyed the terrified look on the freshman's face for a moment, "It was worse, much worse…"
The freshman hung onto his every word, "What?"
"They made him sit in front of the trumpet section at a pep band game. Poor old Phillip was never the same." the confused look of the freshman said it all, that didn't seem so bad.
The football team burst out into lighthearted laughter. A loud crash came from outside causing everyone to pause. "What was that?" the team captain inquired unnecessarily.
The DeSoto football squad filed quietly out of the door to the worn down locker room, only to be greeted by a puddle of fresh blood with a trail that lead onward. "Call 911." the coach ordered, pointing to the biggest players on the team, he continued. "Johns, Miller, come on we've got to find the poor sap. They're probably bleeding out."
The large bodied trio traced the trail of bodily fluid to behind the concessions shack. As they rounded the corner of the concessions shack Miller stopped in his tracks, "Do you hear that?" He asked, but both the coach and Johns continued around the corner of the building, not hearing their companion.
An ear- splitting scream pierced the sky. Despite the eerie what Miller had heard earlier he ran around the edge of the building. Laying in front of him were three, bloody, mangled bodies, two of them being the people he was walking with only seconds before. Miller trembled with fear as he heard a low throaty growl from behind him. Slowly turning around he saw an awful creature standing before him. A normal man had teeth the size of fingers and claws that looked like that of an ancient velociraptor was the last image his eyes ever conveyed to his brain.
Logan stood behind the thin bushes, his eyes wide with horror of what they had just witnessed. He took a minute to process it all. One minute he had been getting a hot chocolate to warm his hands and the next he watched a man with fangs and claws tear apart two of his classmates and the head football coach's throats bloodily. With the three victims lay the fourth, even though Logan didn't seen the first as clearly, though he imagined it in his head, just as bad if not worse than the other attacks. After only a minute of blank staring Logan finally thought to run for help. Before getting no more than two steps away, Logan's fears finally caught up with him.
Logan felt nails dig into his leg and pull him back into the darkness where the monster was concealed. Logan never even had time to scream the creature began to tear into his neck. Just as the monster was about to rip Logan's throat apart irreparably, a flashlight appeared around the corner. Dropping his victim's limp head to the ground the nightmarish beast ran off towards the cemetery.
A/N: Due to the breakdown of , this story will be reposted and updated on this site instead. I would also like to give credit to my coauthor, littlewinchester (or netflix8, on this site). I don't own Supernatural or any of its trademarks.
