Episode 4
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Peter took me in
“Hey boy, I thought I heard you say you were in search of a job in this town,” the old man said.
“Yes, I did,” I told him.
He drove me to his house that night, introduced me to his wife the next morning.
“Hey Brian, I would like you to meet my wife, Clara,” he said.
“Nice to meet you ma'am”, I greeted her.
We went out to his farm, and I helped him do some work there.
I went to Beacon Hills looking for answers. What I found was this nice place, a job on the farm, caring people with no idea about my past issues, who would have believed it, and no discrimination of any kind. All Peter asked was, was the job all done.
Even if no one had any idea what I was, the animals definitely knew what I was. Anytime I tried to feed them, they would run away.
All things considered, it was going pretty well and, for the first time in a long time, I felt like I finally fitted in.
Well, until this happened,
Derek showed up in my face, feeling like I took his place on the farm.
“Oh, Hey!” I greeted him.
“New farm hand” he said,
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“So Peter hired you on, just like that?” He said.
“Just like what exactly, is there an investigation process?” I asked him.
“Where are you from kiddo?” He walked inside.
“Excuse me, who are you?”
“Derek! I see you have met my new farm helper Brian”, Peter said, as he walked in to meet us.
“Oh your new farm helper indeed,” Derek recalled.
“Well, he is my nephew from outside the West Coast”, Peter covered up for me.
“You nephew, I never knew you had a nephew from the West Coast. I remember seeing him in the bar last night. You were there too, but both of you never spoke to each other. That's a weird way to treat a nephew”, Derek anxiously said.
“Actually the truth is, I didn't recognize him at first, it's been a long time,” Peter tells him.
“Well, I guess your eyes aren't as sharp as they used to be,” Derek replied and walked away.
“Peter, who the heck is that guy?” I asked.
“Brian, you don't want to know” he walked back inside.
Throughout the night, there were some wolves howling.
Early in the morning, Peter banged into my room. As soon as he walked in, it spooked me and I woke up.
“Who’s going in, what's happening? I shouted out of sleep.
“The sheep need to be fed”, Peter said as he casually walked to the window.
After dressing up, I went to the farm to check on the animals and discover something had happened.
One of the sheep had been killed. It looked like something a werewolf would have done.
“Animal”, Peter went and said.
“What!” I asked,
“Well, animals. When things get scarce up in the hills, the wolves come down here to feed”, Peter told me.
“Oh, I see that's what you think it was?” I said.
“What else could it be, huh?” He asked,
“Uh, I don't know, I think you are right, the wolves did it like you said” I quickly answered.
“Well, look at the bright side, we will be eating bountifully today,” Peter conveniently said.
“Hmm, the bright side?” I was surprised by his response.
We went into his house for breakfast. His wife used the sheep's remains to prepare a good meal that morning.
“Clara, it smells excellent,” I told Clara.
“Thank you, Brian” she replied.
“Help yourself,” Peter said.
As we ate, I asked Peter some questions to cure my curiosity.
“How often do killings happen?” I asked Peter.
“Well it happens, wolves have to eat too, you know it's part of the circle,” he told me.
“Wolves, huh, is that what they are calling them? Is that also how they got the name for the town? I wondered.
“Well, that's not exactly the meaning though, the name. The actual meaning of wolf, like” Peter clarifies.
“I thought it meant the same thing. What's the difference?” I asked.
“There isn't much of a difference though,” he replied.
Later that night, while we were watching television in the living room, the news came on, it was my past trying to catch up with me.
“Tonight at eleven, after the discovery of the murder of four mutilated bodies of gang members, which shows a macabre resemblance to that of cannibal kid murders, has made the whole town ask where the kid is who murdered his parents…”
The reporter was talking about what had happened back home, when I accidentally killed my parents, but I couldn't let them see my photo on the news. So I quickly turned it off.
“Um, I have to travel out of town soon” I said as I turned off the television.
“Well, I totally see why that would make you turn off the television,” Peter replied sarcastically.
“What has gotten into you? Are you trying to hide something from us?” he asked.
“No I'm not hiding anything, I just wanted to inform you about it, before it escapes my mind,” then I turned the television back on.
I convinced Peter the news had nothing to do with my action.
I left that night on my bike, rode back to the bar I met Annabel. It was a little bit far from his house.
Getting to the bar, someone who knew me spotted me.
“Hey Gray, you are Gray Hays, right?” The stranger asked.
“Who are you exactly?” I asked him.
“I'm Gray Snot, I'm more like your other cousin,” he claimed.
“My what! Cousin?” I replied out of surprise.
“Listen, even if every other person might be too scared to tell you, I'd say it anyway. You have to get out of town kid, or you are going to get us all killed,” he warned.
“I think you are mistaking me for someone else, I'm not Gray Hays” I replied to him.
He grabbed my shirt and said in a scared, low voice.
“You are the one thinking he is somebody else, he doesn't know who you are yet.
Only a few of us do, but you think he's not going to find out when he does…”
I interrupted him and asked,
“What are you talking about? Who's going to find out?
“You really don't know sh** do you? I'm talking about Derek the man. The police don't even interfere anymore, he decides who lives or dies. Do you know what he did to my brother? He…”
While Snot was still speaking, we heard footsteps from outside the bar.
Someone was standing in the dark. We couldn't see his face,
“Who's there?” Snot asked in a shaking voice.
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