Ah, Halloween. It's a special type of holiday. It doesn't focus on anything cheerful, like Christmas or Easter. It doesn't keep us up all night, eager for presents. It doesn't give us a feast to devour (unless you count the candy). No... Halloween is something different entirely. Something that brings out the darkest side of us. We hide it in our costumes, but how long can someone hold in their primal desires when they need to be set free?

Reiner Braun would be asking himself that very soon...

...

Reiner groaned as he heard the doorbell ring. Grumbling things to himself, he paused the horror film he was watching, and stood up. The large blonde trudged to the front door, grabbing the large bowl of chocolate bars. He threw open the door, and glanced down at the young children in front of him. There were two, a boy dressed as Batman and a girl dressed as Tinker Bell. An old woman, probably their grandmother, was standing on the lawn, smiling at the two kids. Reiner sighed, and grabbed a handful of candy and dumped it in their jack o lantern buckets.

"Cute costumes." He murmured, before closing the door. He heard the children giggling on the other side, before running off towards their grandmother. Reiner shook his head, and walked back towards the living room, hoping to continue his film.

The teenager plopped down on his smooth leather couch, and reached for the remote. He felt around for a moment, but couldn't find the remote. Glancing to his side, he saw that it was missing. Reiner sighed, and checked around on the floor. Nothing was there. Narrowing his eyes, Reiner got down on his hands and knees, and peeked under the couch. He gritted his teeth when he saw that it wasn't there either. He stood back up, and continued to glance around. His eyes finally settled on the remote, which laid on the coffee table. Sighing, Reiner grabbed it, and played the movie.

Reiner chuckled darkly as he watched another hapless victim of the crazed movie killer get sliced apart in front of the girl he had just had sex with. Then, his cellphone rang. Reiner let it ring for a few seconds, letting Michael Myers' chilling theme song play through the device. Finally, he reluctantly paused the movie again, and reached for his phone.

He slid his thumb across the screen, and put the phone on speaker like he always did. "Hello?" He answered.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" A creepy voice asked. Reiner rolled his eyes.

"Bertholt," he growled. "You should learn by now that I will never fall for your tricks." A silence followed.

"Damn it." The person on the other line murmured. Reiner chuckled softly at his friend's disappointment. The person sighed. "Dude, where are you? Christa's having a Halloween party, remember? Everyone will be there!" Reiner sighed.

"I can't go, Bertholt." Reiner growled. "My parents went out tonight and insisted that I 'guard the house.' I'm stuck here for the night." Bertholt sighed in frustration on the other line.

"Well, what they don't know can't hurt them, right?" He inquired. He chuckled, before continuing. "Listen, I don't have my car on me, but it is only about a mile's walk to your place. When are your parents coming home?" Reiner thought for a moment.

"Knowing them, they won't be back until tomorrow morning." He told Bertholt. He heard Bertholt let out a cry of victory.

"Then we have plenty of time." He said. "Hooray for drunk parents, right?" Reiner chuckled.

"Yeah, that's how they made you."

"Shut up..."

...

Reiner sighed as he finished putting on his costume. It wasn't anything flashy, just an ordinary wolfman costume. The costume had brown grey fur, with a torn plaid shirt and ripped jeans. Reiner glanced at himself in the mirror, before placing on his mask. It was rather... grotesque. It was grey, like the rest of the costume. It had eye holes that were for some reason, covered with a thin red material. It had large fangs that rose above its curled lips. They overlapped, making the costume seem more frightening than it truly was.

Reiner stared at himself, and felt a small shiver running up his back. Shaking his head, he turned to leave, glancing at his reflection one last time. As he entered the kitchen, the doorbell rang. Reiner quickly answered it, and saw Bertholt standing there, dressed as a freaking scarecrow. Reiner chuckled at the sight of his friend, who narrowed his eyes.

"Wizard of Oz is a great movie, alright!" He defended himself. Reiner shook his head, and stepped outside. The two stood there for a moment, before beginning the trek back to Christa's house. Reiner glanced up, and saw that the sky was an unusual reddish violet. Thick and eerie clouds covered parts of the sky, including the full moon. Reiner heard his stomach growl, and he gently took hold of it. He glanced at Bertholt, who was staring at the road ahead of them.

A dog bark was heard in the distance, and Reiner sharply turned his head towards its direction. He narrowed his eyes. Bertholt noticed this, and turned to face Reiner. "What's up?" He asked. Reiner just shook his head.

"Damn mutts." He growled. Bertholt felt a little uncomfortable, but sighed. He shook his head, and continued. Reiner soon followed.

After a few minutes of silence, Bertholt stopped. Reiner glanced at him, confused. Bertholt looked at his friend, before telling him, "I know a shortcut, but I didn't go that way alone because it's pretty creepy. But I think we can go through it." Reiner nodded, trying to ignore his hungry stomach, which continued growling. Bertholt glanced at Reiner's stomach, and tilted his head. "Do you think you can last until we get to the party? There will be plenty of snacks, I promise." Reiner nodded, and the two continued on.

They had reached the shortcut, a path through the woods that cut their journey by about five minutes. The two glanced at one another, before continuing towards their destination.

Reiner wasn't scared of much, but the woods were one of the few things he found creepy. He shivered, and his stomach growled more. He glanced up, and noticed the full moon peaking through the clouds. He began to grow a little more nervous, and continued his walk with Bertholt. Suddenly, the wind began to pick up, and something white flew right into Reiner's face. He let out a yelp, and struggled against the thing. He grabbed hold of it, and wrenched it away from his face. He glanced at it, and narrowed his eyes as Bertholt chuckled.

"A fucking newspaper." He muttered. He glanced back at it, and saw that it was from 1994. Something about cannibalistic killers. He heard his stomach growl, and he tossed the newspaper away. He turned to Bertholt, and gestured his head down the path. "Let's just hurry this up and get to the stupid party." He hissed. Bertholt nodded, and they continued on their way.

By the time the house was in view, Reiner was practically starving. His mouth began to water as he stared at the house. He ran towards it, but Bertholt held him back. The brunette chuckled. "Easy, Reiner." He said. "Just be paitent. We'll get you the food soon enough." Reiner tore off his mask, and glared at Bertholt. His eyes were feral, and his large canines were sticking out.

"I can't fucking hold back, Bertholt!" He snarled. Bertholt sighed. This was what he hated about his job. The part where he had to let Reiner go free and devour his prey. Finally, he nodded, and let go of Reiner. Reiner grinned, and entered the house.

Those screams were always what Bertholt feared would come back to haunt him.

Crappy? Yes. Rushed? Yes. But I promise that the others will get better. Anyways, hope you guys will stay for more. Don't forget to review! And remember, stay wykkyd! (Calling card...)