Homunculus

Running… as fast as I could. It was the middle of the night, and he was after me.

“Here, little shorty,” the hunter shouted.

“This is murder,” I shouted back.

“Hunting accidents aren’t murder, shorty. Not according to Dick Cheney. And that’s if they find anything left when I’m done eating your corpse,” the hunter shouted and fired off a shot.

I kept running and he kept firing, right behind me the whole time.

“You can’t eat my bones. What will you do with those?” I asked.

“Paint them brown like wood and use them to make a rocking chair,” the hunter said and fired again.

Deeper I ran into the woods.

“What about my clothes and shoes?” I asked.

“Kindling for my fire,” the hunter said and sent a bullet flying past a tree.

“Plastic doesn’t completely burn. What about my wallet and cell phone?” I asked.

“Burn the SIM card in your phone and contents of your wallet, wash both items of finger prints, then claim they’re mine,” the hunter said and sent a bullet flying past my ear. I kept running, panting.

“What about my family and friends who come looking for me?” I asked.

“I’m the only one who lives in these parts, and I sure as hell ain’t seen you out here. All I’ve managed to hunt is deer these past few weeks,” the hunter said and fired another bullet.

“What if I’m already on the phone with the police and they’re tracing this call?” I asked and waved my cell phone at him.

“Like I said, hunting accidents happen all the time,” the hunter yelled and shot the cell phone out of my hand.

“Also, there’s no reception out here. That’s why I have a landline,” the hunter said and laughed.

I started running faster.

“What about the fact that it’s a full moon out tonight?” I asked.

“What’s that got to do with anything, little man? I’ve lived in these woods for years, you think I’m scared of a full moon?” The hunter asked and shot again, narrowly missing me.

“You should be,” I said. The clouds had now made way to the full moon, triggering my shift into a werewolf.

I ran into the bushes at supernatural speed. I started to growl as my eyes glowed red and orange.

“You think growling at me from the bushes will scare me? I don’t think so,” the hunter said.

He fired.

He missed.

“You dead, shorty?” The hunter shouted and spit a wad of chew out of his mouth.

Silence.

Then… a loud growl erupted from deep inside me as I jumped ten feet into the air and pounced the hunter.

I used my extended teeth to shred his rifle before he could shoot at me.

“You’re no homunculus,” he said. His last words before I used my massive claws to slash his throat open.

“Don’t worry, I’ll eat you and use your bones for a chair,” I said and smiled before he died.