" Morning After" by Slain

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Bright shafts of sunlight found Michelle lying on the forest floor, and
slowly woke her from her short but restful night sleep She sat up and
brushed away some of the dirt and plant matter that covering her naked
body Crusty, dried blood matted her fair skin and long blond hair; she
knew she needed to find a stream somewhere and wash up

Michelle picked her way through the forest with only a vague idea of her
location She hoped she hadn't strayed from bounds of the national park
she had come to After a while, she found a mountain stream, and washed
herself in the ice-cold water without the least bit distress The cold
water didn't dissolve crap covering her body so resorted to scrubbing her
skin with handfuls river sand

Forest Ranger Annette Hampstead came upon some carnivore's grisly kill
along a seldom uses path leading to scientific instruments the university
had left the measure who knows what The deer carcass she discovered
looked puzzling; something had corkscrewed the poor creature's neck
around a full three hundred and sixty degrees several times and broken
nearly ever bone in the deer's body

The steel cylinder with a padlocked cover poking up from the ground wasn't
much to look at, but it at least signaled the presence civilization
somewhere in the general vicinity Michelle wandered around the steel
cylinder and discovered a faint path She walked off down the path she
had discovered and left the steel cylinder to its own devices

Some would have seen the bizarre way in which the deer had been killed
as a sure sign of Bigfoot activity Annette doubted the existence of Big
Foot, and knew there had to be logical explanation the slaughter deer;
perhaps some fool had plowed into the hapless creature with a dirt bike
going full bore down the trail She took a few pictures of the deer
carcasses with her camera for latter analysis

The trail led Michelle down through a depression filled with fog and
semi-tropical foliage She soon saw the source of the fog; a spring
fed pool of water hazed over with a thick, white mist She could only
shake her head at finding a warm spring after bathing in an ice cool
mountain stream and scrubbing herself with sand--then in the act of
turn her head she detected the scent of woman's perfumy soap
The perfumy smell seemed to get stronger the more she sniffed the air;
the source appeared to be coming in her direction Michelle looked
around for a hiding place, but reedy looking plants around the warm pool
of water weren't tall enough, or thick enough to conceal a full group woman

Annette paused by the water warm spring to marvel at the little piece of
the semi-tropics in the northern mountains The pool of warm water was a
tempting place to go skinny-dipping, but she had a strong aversion to
doing such a thing because of a movie called Grizzle she seen as a child

Breathing through a hollow reel like John Wayne Michelle stared up at
the lovely blond forest ranger Despite the distortions of water, and
rising mist she could clearly see that the blond matched her own height
and build fairly well She felt a berserker like strength coming over
her as she decided on the blond woman standing before and above her

Annette looked down prudishly at a set slender human footprints leading
into the spring She made a harsh gasping sound at the idea of some
woman frolicking in pool of water in bear country (Apparently, the
woman had never seen the movie Grizzly!) Ruefully she tuned from the
spring and the foolhardiness of humanity to continue her journey down
the trail

The soft, wet earth concealed the sound of Michelle climbing out of the
warm spring, and dashing at the blond like a starving Nile crocodile
In less than a heartbeat, she was treading at woman's heels She struck
the blond a savagely at the junction of her neck and shoulder with two
her interlocking fists The blond gasped in agony at her brutal rabbit
punching, and pitched forward face first into the grassy soil

Michelle jumped on the fallen blonde's back, and hammered her balled
fists into the back of the woman's neck and upper back like over and
over again like runaway engine of destruction The blond woman thrashed
around beneath her helplessly and whimpered for help like a baby Then
much too soon the blond stopped moving and ceased her crying out Still
full of blood lust she grabbed the blond by the hair and belt, and
flipped her limp body face up over like fried egg

The blonde's wasn't quite finished Michelle saw; her head slowly lolled
back and forth like the pendulum of a piano player's metronomeShe
watched with some amusement as the blonde's pretty face nodding right
and left; then she knocked the woman out cold with vicious right cross
to the chin

Michelle's haymaker blow to her chin felt like a like a love tap to the
dazed Annette She stared up at her attacker through her long, natural
eyelashes, and beheld a naked woman who looked like something straight
out of the Stone Age Then she started drifting off into real
unconsciousness Oh, why is this happening to me Michelle thought
somewhat deliriously? I didn't take my clothes off and go skinny-dipping
in the water like that girl in Grizzly

The blond looked dead or unconscious to Michelle, but she knew looks
could be deceiving She took an ink pen from the blonde's shirt pocket,
and roughly prodded the soft tissue under the woman's tongue with it
The blond had life in her to moaned faintly at the intense pain, but
she didn't have that enough of that essential something to move a
muscle though

Satisfied the blond would be unable to resist her attentions Michelle
went to went to go work; she started with the buttons of the blonde's
sage colored shirt and quickly undid that garment Then she unbuckled
the woman's black garrison belt and unfastened her dark green Levis
After undressing the woman as far as she could with her laying face up
she set about removing the her Caterpillar brand work boots and thick,
grey lumberjack socks

After dressing herself in the blonde's clothing Michelle surveyed her
victim; the girl was definitely a looker, and she looked quite fetching
in her snowy white bra and matching woman's briefs She grabbed up the
unconscious blond and hoisted her limp, a hundred and thirty-five pound
body up over her shoulder like she weighted nothing She hadn't taken
the woman's underwear because wearing underwear wasn't her thing not
because human decency

Michelle hiked through the woods with the blond slung over her shoulder
like a Teutonic ogress making off with a fair, Hellenic nymph On the
way, she felt her lovely cargo begin to stir as the woman began to
return to consciousness She didn't feel like dealing with a sentient
captive; she spun herself around beside a convenient pine tree, so the
blond smack her head upside the head against the solid tree trunk The
blonde's feet kicked spasmodically at the impact; she sighed
delightfully, and then went limp once more

Short after knocking the blond senseless for a second time Michelle saw
a mangled up deer carcass lying beside the trail She vaguely recalled
bulldogging the animal during the full moon last night and corkscrewing
its neck around a few times For some reason she rarely killed people
while in werewolf form; it probable had something to do with humans
being (unless they had guns) being such easy creatures to kill Her
werewolf alter ego apparently liked pursuing more challenging game such
deer

Strange, Michelle reflected, that she had wound up killing far more
people (usually women) while in human form than she did as a werewolf
The reason this happened to be she didn't wake up nice and snug in her
own bed after night of being a werewolf like in the movies She always
woke up miles, sometimes tens of miles, from her starting point in an
out of way place

Waking up naked and cashless after every change from werewolf to human
forced her into a life of ambushing woman and robbing them of their
clothing Such a lifestyle of course precluded living like an ordinary
person, so she because wandering serial killer supporting herself with
money stolen from her victims

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Epilog

Michelle watched the female cyclist walk right into her trap The
apparently street-smart girl didn't know any of many primitive mantraps
that could be sprung on a person out in the woods

The girl stopped a few feet from fallen woman who looked like she had
been seriously beaten up by somebody or something She hesitated in
getting to close to the woman; she knew there were disease like the
Black Death or Ebola that made a person look they had been beaten up
She hoped this woman didn't some disease like that

The fallen woman mewed out something pitifully, but the girl still
couldn't hear what she was saying She decided rather queasily that the
least she could do for the poor woman was to go listen to her dying
words She walked forward to knee beside the woman

The girl's next step felt funny; like was stepping on a mattress or
something She attributed the spongy feeling under foot as an attack of
the nerves and she took a next and final step forward Then a big, chuck
of pavement suddenly broke loose from the road and she found herself
surfing a half-ton piece of rumble straight down into yawning abyss

Michelle sauntered across the empty, creviced road push her new mountain
bike off down the slope beside the road, and left the bike beside the
barricades and warning signs she had removed weak section of pavement
for later recovery Luckily, for her the cyclist had left her bike
standing far enough away from the hidden chasm to avoid the faint of it
owner

A few minutes later, she carefully climbed up into the rubble-strewn
crevice She saw the cyclist girl lying supine across a large, round
boulder with her body displaying a degree of curvature a human body
should not possess It took some searching, but then she spotted the
blond she had used as bait; a pair of shapely legs stuck to the knees in
a pile of dirt and rock just above and behind the boulder bound cyclist

Michelle brushed her fingertips over the blonde's protruding feet in a
tinkling motion in moment of silliness; to her relief the feet remained
motionless She reached between the cyclist's legs savagely pinched her
"little man on the boat" The cyclist showed no reaction to her
brutality, so she grabbed up the boulder bound cyclist in her arms thus
assured they wouldn't have deal with struggling girl Then she slowly
picked her way out of the crevice while trying not to touch the unstable
looking walls of the earth around her

Once safely out in the open Michelle lower her second victim down to bed
of pine needles; no sense in getting the girl's clothing any dirtier
than they already were Her second victim wasn't very close to her in
size, but their difference in size wouldn't matter in this case since
the girl was wearing a stretchy spandex tank top and a pair of bicycle
pants of the same material

Michelle brusquely yanked off the girl's yellow tank and black shorts
with ease; she loved woman who worn easy to stripped off garments like
this Next, she peeled off the girl's white crew socks and black sports
bra

After donning the girl's cycling outfit Michelle stood ready to go
peeling off into the distance The girl's sneakers were a tight fit, so
she shoes left the shoes unlaced How fortunate she thought to happen
upon a girl riding a bicycle out in this wilderness She could've found
the blonde's vehicle taken except she didn't know how to drive a car

The End