The Cujo Kid
By Bill Sayers
Somewhere in Arizona, a teenage boy was in the desert, smoking weed. His name was Ronald Thomas Jr. and he had to get away from his rotten parents.
Ron was relaxing in the desert when something came from out of the darkness: it was a coyote. The animal looked up at Ron and growled; thick white foam dripping slowly from its teeth.
As Ron stared at the coyote, it ran at him. Ron reached for his knife just as the beast leaped on him; knocking him to the ground. Ron screamed as he felt the teeth of the coyote sink into his neck. He began to feel warm blood from his throat running down his body.
Finally Ron jammed the blade of this knife into the coyote's throat. The beast let go as Ron continued to stab the coyote just before he blacked out.
Ron woke up in a hospital bed; his muscles were cramping. Ron saw his parents looking at him with mean glares.
The father grabbed Ron by his shoulders and began to shake him while screaming, "YOU LITTLE BASTARD! WHAT WERE YOU DOING OUT THERE? YOU WERE FUCKIN' WASTING TOO MUCH TIME!"
"I TOLD YOU TO CLEAN THE HOUSE," yelled the mother, "YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT! YOU SNUCK OUT ON US! WHY DIDN'T WE SET YOU TO AN ORPHANAGE?"
Ron felt blood from his bandaged neck coming down his shoulder. There was an unholy glow in his eye as white foam came out of his mouth. The parents were making Ron furious; he growled like a mean dog. The father slapped Ron, "DON'T YOU GROWL AT ME; YOU DISRESPECTFUL LITTLE FAGGOT!"
This time Ron lunged forward at his father with a loud animal-like roar. Ron's teeth met with his father's shoulder; blood flew everywhere. The father could hear his wife scream as he felt his son's breath on his body. Ron looked up at his mother; his father's blood was dripping from his lips. Ron bit his father a second time; this time in the throat; tearing a big piece of flesh away.
The mother ran as fast as she could while Ron chased her; she tripped and fell and Ron was on her in a matter of seconds. The mother's screaming meant nothing to Ron as he pulled her hair and bit her neck and shoulders. "AAAAHH! GET OFF OF ME! YOU LITTLE MONSTER! HELP ME! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!"
Finally the mother stopped moving. Blood splattered all over Ron's face as he roared in triumph. The two people who had caused his pain where now dead.
When Ron looked up, he saw a window; his chance for escape. He leaped through the window, cutting himself on the broken glass and ran away into the night. Where would he go now? Who would be his next victim?
