Blood Moon Rising
By the Chaos Phoenix
Authors Note: Hello everyone I'm back with this new and hopefully improved version. This story and its new plot were written with the help of AvoidedCrisis, Raven Moon Lighter, and ShutupNrespawn0.
I laid there on my cot looking up at the pinch of the tent. Trying to get some rest which was not easy in this cot, dam thing is hard as a log, and this pillow doesn't help. But I had to it was late, I looked out a rather large tear in the tent, probably from when we were setting these things up, they came in packages that were small for transport and easy to produce, When I peered out of the hole the moon was about at the high point but was a little bit off, so about 11:30ish I'd say. The day wasn't so bad surprisingly, no attacks from the Germans and the Sargent wasn't giving us a lot of shit today so I'd say easy, of course since were just an outpost we don't get a lot.
That's a big ass lie, were close to the front lines and jerry`s tend to try and sneak past the fronts. We would normally deal with the bastards, and we've lost a lot of good men because of it. And I hate to see my friends die, I'm a medic and I see more death than anyone, when I don't see people's brains blown out, I have to try and save some unlucky bastard that got his arm blown off. Sadly, I can't say I've saved that many people, it's not my skill but they bleed out before I can save them. I've seen so many young and old faces go into the grinder and turned into mincemeat, I pray that their families can deal with the knowledge that their young boy or father died in this horror show.
If only that asshat that the Germans call a leader didn't start this war, so many have died because of his megalomania. And if the stories that have been coming from the other fronts are true that the Nazi`s were killing off innocents because of their heritage then they were more fucked up than I thought. I hate racist`s just because they have a different heritage that doesn't mean they are less than anyone else. Sadly, this is an unpopular opinion to have especially if your white. Hell, I've heard that the Harlem Hellfighters were kicking more ass than other regiments. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the flaps of the tent be pushed open.
I looked over and saw Konrad Sherwood walk in, Konrad was a tall guy and I mean tall. About 6`3 if I remember, he had long raven black hair, and a pale complexion. he looked around and then he spotted me. He jogs over and looked down at me and said
"Get up William it's your turn for guard duty." He then walked away to put away his weapons, except his bowie knife he always slept with it. I sighed and nodded I slowly got up and I heard a grunt. I looked to where it came from and saw that he was giving me a glare. Now normally I wouldn't give that much of a thought and continue mine with my current pace but it was Konrad that was giving me that glare. He was known to be a monster in melee. One time when a medium sized group of jerry`s had gotten past the front and our guard they attacked us from the back. Me and a couple of other men were already standing guard and rushed to face them. This fight quickly evolved into a massive melee, as this was happening and I was in a fight over my rifle with one German we all heard a loud roar.
Everyone stopped and look to where it came from, it originated from one of the tents. Before anyone one could utter a word, Konrad burst from the tent bowie knife in hand and he looked pissed. The closest German to the tent was attacked by the maddened solider, he jumped onto the Jerry and began to Tear into the poor sod. I never knew that a man can make such a pitiful and pained scream. The knife went in and out of his body, once thoroughly stabbed enough Konrad procced to gore out his enemy NO victim's eyes out. I was about to lose my lunch and some of my men and enemies did. Well apparently, he was done because he went to the next German, which was the one next to me. Who was one of the people doubled over vomiting his guts out. Sherwood repeated the process, this caused some of the German to flee, but when Konrad saw this he left and attacked the runners, he killed two in his rage, this lead to the rest of them surrendering.
I shuttered at the memory of the blood bath. I did as he said and moved my ass. I walked over to the rack that held everyone's weapons were. I picked up my M1 grand rifle, it was just a standard issue rifle nothing special, what was special were my twin revolvers Hope and Misery. Hope had a white handle and bright gold lining with a yellow sun in the handle, it was made out of the best steel. Its sister was made out of black steal and its handle was pure black with silver lining and a silver moon in the handle. These were a gift from my father when I turned 16, he said that they were a family heirloom, my grandfather had them made and had past it down the family. I looked at them and smiled, and remembered my parents, how I missed them so much. My dad had died when he was killed by a lowlife mugger, it was all over the news back home "millionaire found dead by mugger"
My mother tried to stay strong and try and finish to raise me, she…. failed…. She committed suicide just a month after, I was 17 then. That was seven years ago. I felt a tear run down my check I, missed them so much. My thoughts were interrupted by a growl, I look behind me to see Sherwood giving a death glare. I wish I could say I took it calmly and walked out with dignity, but the truth is that I gave a yelp and ran outside. As I was running like the devil was on my heels I looked up and saw that the moon was full, this caused me to slow down, the moon was always my favorite celestial body. I don't know why but my dad had said our family had always loved the moon and that it was in our blood. I don't know where that line of thinking came from. I slowed down and began to walk to my position for guard duty, we were stationed next to the black forest, I was supposed to make sure that no ambush was to occur from this region.
I quickly found the trial that we had made around the perimeter of the forest, back and forth was the game and I was an expert at it. I watched the forest with the upmost vigilance, you never know what's lurking in there. Just thinking about it sent chills down my spine, legend among the locals was that many mythical creatures were said to make their home there. Either way I had to keep my eyes trained on it. I couldn't let a couple of stories get to me, so I continued my routine. I looked to the sky and saw that the moon was at its highest, I smiled and continued.
2-hour time skip
I sighed, it had been a couple hours since I started and I was getting tired really fast. It didn't help that I had barely any rest when I had started. But I reminded myself that I to keep watch, if I failed then shit would go south real fast, and I wouldn't be responsible for any death`s. So, I kept trudging through my route. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath, it was cold out here. If my memory is right the month is October. So, in the middle of fall not the best weather, so far, we've gotten little snow. Snow covered the ground like a thick blanket. I noticed that a fog was beginning to roll in, I gave an irritated sigh.
"This is just great, now everything is hazy." I muttered. Lady luck seems to be ever against me, what did I do to deserve this. Sure, when I was young I did some stupid shit but, I don't think that should get me this. I really didn't have any friends back home but I tried to play nice. It didn't help that I was the son of a rich father and mother. Most of the little bastard`s tried to be my friend for my money or my social statues. By the time I was 10 I had gotten real tired of this shit and I told them off. Well it didn't go over well as I thought it would. They were pissed and this led them to attacking me. I could've beaten 2 to 3 of them off, but there were like 6. And that turned into 10 when 4 others decided to join in on the beating.
Once they began I had no place to go, and let me tell you it hurt. Punches and the kicks hurt, luckily for me I had a small opening when they had stopped to let some others take a swing at me. I bolted and ran as fast as I could, they were hot on my heels but I knew this place like the back of my hand. I did a sharp turn down an alleyway, there was a well sized hole in it so I dived right through it. The jerks that were chasing me were arguing about who should get out who's way if the shouting and profanities were anything to go by. But they would soon get thorough their thick skulls that they just needed to take turns to get through. I was on the outskirts of town and I looked around to see if there was a place to hide. I searched in a hurry and I soon spotted a grounded fishing boat. I ran to it and went through a hole in its hull. I looked around and saw some stairs to get to the deck. I quickly ran up and went into the wheel room.
I slowly walked in and closed the door as quietly as I could, I looked around and saw that it was empty. I sat down and took a deep breath, life`s never easy, is it? I thought, I soon heard the sound of the mob walking close by. They were say I went one way or the other, one pointed out the boat I was in and said I might be in there. But apparently some of the more stupid ones disagreed, and this lead to more arguments that apparently lead to a brawl. To confirm my suspicion, I quickly looked through a window and saw that I was indeed correct.
I sat in the compartment for who knows how long, but long enough for the sun to begin to descend. Either way I was sure my parent`s would begin to worry if I didn't get home soon, so I opened the door and began to make my way home. Not many people were out and about by the looks of it, I didn't know if my dad had gotten the mail, so I went by the post office to see if he did. I walked up to the door and saw that the light was on so it was open, I opened the door and walked in. It was nice and warm, and I smiled.
"Hello William, what can I do for you?" said a voice out of nowhere. I did a 180 and saw Mr. John behind his counter. He was a kind old man that I'm happy to say is a good friend of my family.
"Yes sir, I was wondering if my father had come by and gotten our mail?" I asked. He closed his eyes for a second and thought, I waited for about a minute or so before he opened his eyes.
"He did come by earlier and picked up a package, so yes he did." He said. I nodded and thanked him. I opened the door and ran off to my home. It was not that far outside of town and I knew the fastest route there so it didn't take me long. About 3 minutes later I was right in front of my house or mansion if I'm to be honest. It was made out of a dull red brick with the wood being black. I looked to the front porch and saw my father standing there smoking a pipe. When he saw me, his eyes widened and he walked up to me.
"Where have you been young man?" He asked in a stern tine. I shrunk under his gaze. I quickly explained what had happened. While explaining, I looked to gauge his reaction, his face was neutral the whole time. Once I finished he sighed and explained that what I did was wrong and I should have done it with more finesse. I tried to convince him that I was not at fault but he would have not had any of it. I had to do the same thing with my mother and I was grounded for a week.
I finished my thoughts with a happy sigh, sure that wasn't one of my best moments but my parents were around and that's all that matters. I was stripped of my thoughts when I heard a twig snap in the forest. I wrote it off as just some animal passing by, that train of thought was gone fast when I heard it again but this time closer. I griped my Grand and began to slowly advance towards the forest. Now standard procedure would have me alert others but my tired mind forgot that. I peered into the forest and saw what looked like a silhouette of someone. I raised my rifle and shouted.
"Whoever you are come out of the forest with your hands in the air!" They must have heard me because it stopped and went ridged. Before I could say anything else they bolted, I shouted for them to stop. Of course, they didn't, so I ran in after them. As I was running I noticed that the bastard was a fast one, I continued to run through the forest. It wasn't easy due to number of branches that were in the way. This went on for a few minutes until I ran into a clearing. I looked around to see if the person was there. By the looks of everything nobody was there, which confused me. I saw them run into the clearing, but where could they be?
I walked into the middle of the clearing to see if I missed anything. Once there I did a 360 look about of the area. No one was there, but where could they have gone? My question was answered when I heard a low growl, I looked to where it had come from. I looked to the opening I had come from, in the fog I saw two small red orbs glowing. It took me a second to realize that I had fucked up bad. Apparently so did my adversary, because the red orbs were getting bigger by the second and a form began to take shape. It looked like a wolf except it was on two legs. I raised my rifle and began to fire at the freak, somehow it dodged most of my shots but I did see some strike home. I slowed it down a bit, I had enough time to pull out my knife when it was a upon me. The thing was massive, it jumped in the air and dived down at me, I couldn't dodge it in time so I did the next best thing raise my knife.
It crashed into me hard, and I felt the wind blow out of me. I managed to look up and see the beast looking at me. It was one ugly motherfucker, but I was thrown out of my disgust when I felt something wet fall down my arm, I looked to where it was and saw that my knife was in its ribcage. Before I could think of anything else I screamed in pain. The dam thing bit me in my shoulder and I could see it slowly climb off me. I was laying there not able to move, I was tired and I pain, before I blacked out I heard some shouting then the sound of gun fire. Then all I saw was the abyss.
Pov Change: Konrad
I awoke from my sleep when I heard a shout. I gave a grumble from being awoken at this hour, but I digress. By the sound of the voice it was probably William, like idiot probably woke the rest of the camp. I got up and went to grab my Thompson, this beauty had gotten me through many sticky situations. I began to wake a couple of other men so we could see what Booth found. There were some complaints but I silenced them quickly, I told them that William shouted and hadn't come back. This quickly had them get their boots on and grab their weapons.
We jogged out to were William is normally stationed, and to see that he was nowhere in sight. I mumbled a couple of curse`s and told the men to spread out. No sooner than we started a gunner named Mike said that there were some foot prints in the snow that lead to the black forest. God dammit William when we get you back here um going strangle you. We quickly mad our way through the forest following the tracks. I the looks of them William was running and was following something. Mike said I looked like wolf tracks but off, when I asked for an explanation, he said that they were further apart than normal. This caused some concern to form with in the squad., I began to calm them down when we heard gun shots. Everyone was stunned, I was the first to snap out of my stupor and mad a mad dash from where the gun shots were heard.
I a matter of seconds I arrived in a clearing and saw something. I don't know what it was but it was over a downed and bleeding William. I didn't notice but the others had gotten there too. When they saw the scene, some were frozen solid while other`s glared.
"DON'T JUST STAND THERE KILL THE BASTARD!" I shouted at them. They were more than happy to oblige, we let lose a torrent of brass and lead.The beast was surprisingly fast, but that didn't stop us. It hurt one of our brothers we were going to make it pay. Again, it dodged our bullets but it seemed to be scared now. 'good' I thought. After a good 4 minutes of this the beast bolted into the forest, some of the men wanted to go after it but I told them no. they had my respect for wanting to kill it but that won't work for now.
I told them we needed to get William back to base and get help, and if they went off and try to find the creature then we`d be separated. What if the monster tried to finish what it started, I doubt that we could hold it off. So, we picked up William and began to take him back to camp. While we were walking we kept our eyes peeled so it couldn't catch us off guard. It took us about 5 to 7 minutes to get to see the end of the trees and the faint outline of our outpost. I then heard someone call my name. I looked to see who was, it was Mike.
"Konrad what was that thing?" he asked in a scared tone. I was about to answer when I realized I didn't have one. What was that creature, why did it attack William, and where did it come from? Were there more, were we safe? These were just a few questions that flew through my head. For once I didn't know what to do.
"Well?" asked Mike. I looked and him and gave a weak sigh. "I don't Know…."
Well guys here it is chapter one of the rewritten story I hope you like it. This is the Chaos Phoenix signing out.