Chapter 5

Repairing Some Bridges

The next day Kyle was ready to write off last night's experience as a freaky dream…until he noticed the little red doggy hairs in the middle of his floor. He groaned and rubbed his head. So it was not a dream. He really was a werewolf…and there were others just like him.

Oh goody.

After he had cleaned up the hairs so that no one would find them and get suspicious, Kyle started wondering what in the world he was going to tell his friends. Cartman was out of the question. At best the fatass would use this as an opportunity to make flea jokes. At worst he would try and ship Kyle off to a zoo or something like that. In fact, that was probably exactly what Cartman would try.

Kyle's mind wandered to a scene. In this scene Cartman was grinning like the little piggy he was, holding a bunch of cash and chuckling as Kyle was carted away in a circus cage.

So no telling Cartman.

But what about Stan and Kenny? Kyle trusted Stan with his life, and while Kenny was a bit of a pervert he was a good friend, and Kyle doubted that either of them would blab his secret to the world. Or to Cartman…he hoped.

But what would he do? Just walk up to them and say "Hey guys, guess what? I can grow a bunch of hair even though I've yet to reach puberty! Wanna see?"

Or "Hey, what do you guys think of dogs?"

Or "You know since Halloween is not that far off…"

This would have to take a little thought. After all, there was not law that said he needed to go rushing to Stan's house and show off his new claws. There was no reason why he should not, at least for a while, keep this a secret.

About that time the door to his room opened a crack. A little black eye peered at Kyle with a cautious expression.

Ike.

The poor kid was still concerned about Kyle, but now he was using an entire door to as a shield, just in case. Kyle felt a wave of guilt consume him, and he knew he had to try and fix this.

"Ike?" Kyle said, and winced as his little brother backed away a bit "Look, I'm really sorry about yesterday. I wasn't myself. I shouldn't have shouted and thrown that soap at you. Please forgive me Ike."

Ike opened the door all the way and stared at Kyle for a long moment. Then the little kid bounded towards his brother and gave him a hug.

Kyle felt a lot better after that.

Seeing how it was a Saturday, the Broflovski family had a very important function they had to go to that morning.

Synagogue.

I am sorry to report that Kyle treated this particular Jewish habit the same way many Christian children spend church, by sleeping with the eyes open. Let's face it, no kid wants to sit in an uncomfortable pew and listen to some guy reading from the Bible…or Torah in this case.

And since your humble narrator is Christian and not Jewish we shall dwell no more on the details of Kyle's morning, seeing as how I don't want to hear it from certain Jewish mothers…

After an undisclosed amount of the day, Kyle found himself free from the bonds of one's cultural and religious duty. He determinedly set out to find his friends.

Actually one specific friend.

"Hey Stan." Kyle greeted as Stan was walking out of his house with a hockey stick and a pair of ice skates.

"Oh…hi Kyle." Stan's voice was halting and a bit scared, as if he was afraid that Kyle would let loose at him again.

Boy that hurt.

"Stan, look." Kyle started. "I'm really, really sorry about yesterday. I'm not sure what came over me. I just…I…" Kyle yearned to tell Stan about his transformation, but he did not dare. Instead he started at the snow and tried not to do something sissyish, like cry.

Kyle felt a hand on his shoulder, and Stan said "Dude, forget about it. We're playing hockey on the pond. Go get your stuff and meet us there."

Kyle grinned and nodded.

The rest of the day was actually very typical. After hockey Cartman insisted on going on another dog dung hunt, only this time the hunt was successful. The boys managed to collect a fine amount of turdies in the space of thirty minutes, and while it was only dusk and not dark, they were determined to light them on one or two porches.

"Okay, so Garrison is first." Cartman said they crouched in the bushes near Mr/Mrs. Garrison's house. Even since their mentally challenged teacher had gotten a sex change there had been some confusion on what to call him/her. However, this confusion was only limited to their private discussions. When around the aforementioned affront to nature they usually used feminine vocabulary…but only because Garrison forced them to.

"Since you got hurt, Kyle, you can be the one to light the first 'present'." Cartman said with a grin.

Kyle was not too eager to light a bag of shit on fire on a teacher's house, and not only because his conscious was nagging at him again, but because he felt a sudden urge to go werewolf and…chase…cars…

However, eventually Kyle found himself sneaking up to the house, a bag in one hand a match in the other. Carefully, Kyle placed the bag on the ground and struck the match. He lit the bag afire and then quickly rang the doorbell. He then dashed back across the street and dove into the bushes to wait for Garrison to come out.

After a few minutes Garrison came to the door, saw the fire and did the natural thing and stomped on it. You can guess what his reaction was.

"Hehehe, who knew that loony knew all those curse words!" Kenny chuckled.

"Guys, it's getting dark, lets go home." Kyle said. The wolflike urges were getting stronger. Was it just his imagination, or could he actually hear the blood pumping through his friend's veins? Could he smell their scents and the scents of what they had been around? No…it couldn't be…

"OOOO! Scared of the big bad bear, Jewboy?" Cartman taunted.

"It's you who should be scared, Pigface!" Kyle shot back "You look like the main course!"

"What does that mean?"

"It means you're a pig, Cartman. Yummy bacon." Kyle said with a smirk.

"Screw you, Lunchmeat! I'm going home!" and Cartman did just that.

"I'm going home too." Kenny said. "I don't want to run into that bear. Bear claws hurt!" Kenny left as well.

Now that he and Stan were alone, Kyle wanted to tell Stan about his new werewolf abilities. But he did not. Fear still prevented him from bringing it up.

After saying goodnight to Stan, Kyle went home as well.

And that night he ran with the wolves…

A/N: No, "sissyish" and "turdies" are not actually words…

But they are now…

Kidding…sort of…

And no, I don't have a particular problem with gays, lesbians, or people who get sex changes...I just get scared when someone is all of them at various points in one's life.