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I have decided to do a much darker tale of two seemingly despised characters. Normally, this is not my "usual" theme, if you've seen my previous stories, but I wanted to take a dark twist on two unimportant and somewhat hated characters and create something dark, yet interesting.
It was a brisk summer day in woods just outside San Francisco. The sun was shining gracefully down upon a body of water. There was no one in it, but in the distance, what could be seen just outside the bed on such a clear, yet chilly day, was a shadow. It was unusually tall and the arms that were skipping stones on the human-less lake were long and a little shaggy from a distance.
"Too bad the Bears went to town. I sure would've love to have spent the day with them rascals," said the creature. It was none other than the infamous "San Fran. Bigfoot", Charlie. He was all alone at the lake, skipping stones and looking a little bummed out. He never was much of a social kind of guy, but the humans are mostly to blame for that.
"Though it is nice to know it's cold out today. Too cold for anyone in the city to come out hiking that's for sure." Charlie might seem feeble, but his fur coat provided more than enough warmth to deal with the chilly breezes. He was apparently talking to himself as he just flicked one stone after the other across the water. He seemed bored, but mildly entertained.
"Sometimes I wonder why it is that human's can't just leave me alone. Just because I seem more different than anyone else means I have to be followed all the time? I just wish people could be a little less invasive. It's not my fault I was born different." Charlie finished this sentence chucking a stone harder than the rest. He was starting to get aggravated.
"Wonder if I'll ever find someone who understands my pain. I mean, the Bears are great and all, but I don't know. Sometimes they seem… unhappy around me. All I want is to be their friend, and it's like they give me the benefit of the doubt. What is it that I do wrong to make others I like not want to be around me and people who want to find me to get away from?" Charlie held one of his long fingers up to his chin and looked up at the sky to ponder over this.
"What a conundrum that is." Suddenly, a twig snapped from behind Charlie as he was contemplating his thought. It startled him and made him squeal in fright. "Ahh!" he crossed his arms and held up his elbows to defend himself; mostly his face. He took a couple steps back into the water and the splashing of his feet only made him more nervous. What if I have to drown to save myself? Charlie thought, almost instantly realizing how foolish that would be. He's already in possible danger anyway.
From out of the darkness that lay under the brussels of trees, there came into sight an eye. It glowed a mysteriously bright red and sent shivers up Charlie's spine. The eye stared at him creepily and made Charlie feel unsafe, but he lowered his arms from his face and gave the eye a confusing look. He knows he has seen that eye before, a while ago at the Bear's cave. He brought himself back to a normal stance, but remained where he was, feet still deep in the water.
"What the?" Charlie said as he leaned closer towards the eye to get a better look at it. He know's he has seen it, but can't quite place when. It then dawn on him who it might be.
"Wait a second? ...Alpha?" inquired Charlie. "Is…is that you?" The creature with the eye said nothing, but it stepped out from the shadowy underbrush of the woods. One step at a time, it came into the light. Beheld before Charlie was his answer, and he was right. A wolf came out of the shade, teeth exposed and growling quietly, not as loud as Charlie remembered from his last encounter. The last time he saw Alpha, the gray-maimed wolf, he had bandages wrapped around his right eye, but they were missing this time. Charlie wanted more than anything to ask, but he was even more worried now that Alpha was creeping up towards him. For reasons unknown to Charlie however, he did not panic or run. He figured it either wouldn't help, or Alpha might hurt him if he tried. His eyes were stuck on Alpha's missing one eye. Something about the weirdness made him still as ice and unable to move. Perhaps it was the swelling or purple coloring around the empty socket wound that made him stay.
"Alpha, wha-what are y-you doing here?" Charlie asked feeling scared and powerless to do anything. Alpha was outside the tree brush and now in full view of the sunlight. He was not tall or big, but scary was all that could come to anyone's mind, especially his victims. He grinned wide at Charlie as he slowly continued towards him, making Charlie turn his head every which way in fear for a way out. The growling continued and only made him feel worse, but the red eye had now turned a normal white.
"Alpha, please! Don't…don't hurt me." Charlie's voice was starting to get fearful and he almost felt like wanting to cry for help, but he knew it would not work. Charlie thought to himself Even if a human showed up, they wouldn't help. They'd just snap a pic and run before Alpha could chase them. This made him start to tear in both fear and sadness as his inevitable doom came closer. He crouched down in the little puddle of water and held his arms over his head in freight.
Alpha was now really close to Charlie. So close, Charlie could feel his breath exhaling out of his nostrils and onto his arms. It was the scariest feeling Charlie had ever experienced. He actually thought this might be the end of his lonely existence. It only seemed fitting that he would die the same way he lived: Stalked by others and all alone.