Pain was part of the baby's life and it never knew otherwise even into it;s growth as a boy it would know pain as it flowed through its body,as a boy it just seemed what was happening to him was natural in fact like a muscle e use as an adult but seeming without knowing we use it .At times of night the boy too would change His body would become large his face would have a bigger nose and ears the mouth would grow fangs and sharper teeth .He was in fact a werewolf and one that had no family or tribe to call his own,he lived in the woods of a city nearby at night he would hunt for food during the day he would roam the area stalking anything he could,Pain was his life hunger was his struggle he had no name so one day as he stood outside of an abandon house it seemed a water shower was never fully turned then off, you then could hear the water going drip,drip,drip.Suddenly he thought of a name. It would be Drip. As he grew older naturally his hunger grew even more he ever went after things his own size like deer or cows but if he never quench his hunger it grew and even match the pain he felt and he went on a killing spree the city nearby,only he hunted too small animals like dogs or cats and rabbits at one time he even killed a child too and there was a manhunt to that went out in search of the child's killer and to no murderer was ever found a funeral was held for the child and he then stood off in the distance Drip watched the funeral,alone and in his human form as they had dug a grave for the child and buried it,as he watched a tear ran down his face and he let out a loud growl .He didnt want too but he knew when his hunger took over he could not help what he did anything at this point was almost a mute reaction . And suddenly he was watching the people that were taking part of the funeral . He too watched the other two children that were there both crying as their friend was laid too rest .Drip had never seen a grave up close even as a werewolf the deaths he caused were fast and furious and they were instantly eating as food,after the funeral was done and the people had left Drip still in his human form walked up to the grave and stood before it ,he looked at the name on the tombstone and he felt his face wet .In fact that was the first time Drip cried in his life ,all the killings he cause the endless shedding of blood he never knew his victims at all. Except this one . That night as he changed into a werwolf Drip's hunger return but so did images of the funeral,but it was not the boy who laid in the casket it was him, suddenly he shook his head the images were then gone but he was only bought back to reality by the movement of a deer nearby and he suddenly stopped,he focussed his thoughts on that deer and then before the deer could turn and run he made his move . Then he jumped on the deer and held him  there,looking up he howled .He howled the loudesy as he turned it now started too rain on him then as he looked behind him, he headed towards the woods and he shook his head this nightmare needed to end now .

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