Big Bad Wolves (2of2)

Part 2 of "A Lamb in Wolf's Clothing"

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It was a hot summer day when Linda escaped from the boarding school.  She could not take the abuse anymore.  A typical day at the boarding school for a free-thinking student like Linda resulted in her spending time in the isolation room and meditating on becoming a godly woman.  Other forms of abuse would be having to fight other students for the teacher’s amusement or having family meeting times when usually one student had to stand in the center of the room while other students yelled at her and humiliated her in the name of God.  And the rapes.  Linda hated being raped by the fat pervert night after night. 

Linda planned her escape and achieved it.  She now sits alone in a country bar, drinking a beer.  Her drinking beer is illegal, but no one seems to care.  It is like she is invisible sitting alone at the bar, and likes it that way.  She feels peace for the first time in a long time because her every move isn’t being monitored.  So, even sitting around drunks, tramps, and rednecks gives her more peace than the Christian boarding school ever did. 

She is alone and confused, but even that is better than a day at boarding school.  She thinks no one has noticed her, but someone has.  Sitting on the other side of the bar, she caught Red’s attention. 

Red is the type of guy that girl’s dads warn them about, and that moms can’t stand.  He has been in and out of jail since he was a kid.  His first offense was selling acid to children.  He spent most of his teen years behind bars.  When he wasn’t in jail, he was usually drunk, high, or doing something illegal, like small-time grifts or abusing a woman.  Let’s face it.  He just wasn’t a good guy.  He was a predator.  A wolf and his favorite prey were young, naïve girls.

He even liked to refer to himself as The Big Bad Wolf and had it tattooed on his arm.  His name matched his hair – bright Red.  He had a freckled face, a 70’s style stash above his upper lip, and a sour look.  He was wearing an unbuttoned yellow shirt that night to show off his red hairy chest hairs. 

Out of all the people in that redneck country bar, he was the only one who noticed the scared, lonely boarding schoolgirl sitting at the bar.  He smiled and approached Linda.  Even when he smiled, he had a sour look on his face. 

“You a little young to be drinking, don’t you think?” said Red.

Linda rolled her eyes. 

“I’m young, but believe me, I need a drink more than anyone in this honky tonk bar.”  Said, Linda

“I know you do,” said Red. 

“How do you know anything about me?”

“I know you’re confused.  I know you’re lonely, and I know you’re a whore.”

Linda is surprised that he said that. 

“I know you feel trapped.  You feel lonely.  You feel confused, and you should.  You’ve been abused.  You should feel the way you do.  It is normal.  “

“Who are you?”

“I’m Red.”

“You, my knight in shining armor?” Linda giggled.

“No, I’m Red, Simply Red.”

“I didn’t think you were a knight.  You don’t look like a knight.” Linda laughed.

“You don’t look like a whore, but here we are.  What’s your name, schoolgirl?”

Linda laughs and takes another swing of beer. 

“I appreciate your honesty,” said Linda as she twirls her brown hair.  “Linda, my name is Linda.”

“Linda, it is.” Said Red.  “I appreciate your bravery.”

Linda blushes. 

“I’m not brave,” said Linda.

“I disagree; it takes bravery to accept your calling.  It doesn’t matter if you are called to be a minister or whore.  It takes a brave person to step into that.  I remember when I first accepted my call.  It was like the weight of the world lifted off me.”

“What is your calling?” asked Linda.

Red grins a devil’s grin. 

“That’s a story for another day.” Said Red.

Linda shakes her head, “Whatever.”

“A whore’s calling is just as important as a minister’s.  There are important whores all through the bible.  Hell, sometimes it seems like there is a whore on every page.  It seems like the entire book, from Genesis to Revelation, is focused on one whore or another.  Some whores were evil, like that little whore that demanded John’s head on a platter, and other whores were sweet like Rehab, but they were whores nonetheless.  If God didn’t have a thing for whores, He wouldn’t have put so many of them in the bible.”  Said Red

“That’s an interesting worldview.” Said Linda.

“I’m an interesting man, “said Red. 

“Romans 9:21 says it best.  ‘When a potter makes jars out of clay, doesn’t he have a right to use the same lump of clay to make one jar for decoration and another to throw garbage into?’ You can’t help how God made you.  God made you beautiful.  You happen to be a beautiful, trashy girl.  You’re a piece of shit.  You can’t help that.  You should be the best piece of shit you can be to honor God.  And do it with pride, knowing that is who God made you to be, you little slut puppy.”

Linda has never met a man like Red before.  He has wisdom and knowledge that other men in her life don’t have.  His view and wisdom of the bible were so different.  None of the men at the boarding school made Linda feel the way Red did about the bible.  Maybe he was her knight in shining armor.  Perhaps he would rescue her from this cold, cruel world.  Could he be the prince who would give her a magic kiss that would wake her up from this nightmare of a life she has lived?  She is a beautiful, tender butterfly on the outside, but on the inside, she would like to hide away in her cocoon and never spread her wings to fly.

“Let’s leave this joint,” said Red. 

They left the bar, and Linda got into Red’s pickup truck.  Red had the radio on an AM station.  A baseball game could barely be heard through the static.  The FM didn’t work at all.  

As they rode down the dark country highway, Linda began to feel bad vibes from Red.  She had heard preachers talk about the discernment of spirits.  Could this be what she was experiencing?  Other people would call it intuition, but whatever it was, it was like the sounds of alarms telling her to get out of the truck. 

Linda did something crazy.  She opened the door to the moving truck and leaped out of the truck.  She was flung into an open field.  Even though she was bruised she leaped up and ran because her life depended on it. 

Red slammed on the brakes. 

“Get your little pretty ass over here!” Red yelled.

It was good that she ran because her intuition was correct.  Red was a serial killer.  And he believed he was following his calling by ridding the world of sluts. 

Red chased her as fast as he could, but Linda was faster.  Red chased her into the woods.  Red tripped over a rock, and he lept back up.  Red then saw something big standing before him, and it wasn’t Linda.  It was a real big bad wolf.  It was a werewolf. 

Red tried to grab a knife from his pocket, but the werewolf was too quick.  The werewolf knocked the knife out of Red’s hand.  The werewolf opened its massive jaws and bit into Red’s chest, eating his heart out.  Red crumbled to the ground – dead. 

The werewolf whipped around and saw Linda watching him.  She was frozen and terrified of the size of the beast.  He scratched her leg.  The werewolf crunched down as saliva oozed down its lips and opened its massive jaws. 

The werewolf looked at Linda’s terrified little face, and it was like it had a moment of clarity.  The werewolf remembered.  It remembered another young, frightened little girl named Jenny.  The werewolf ran into the woods and left Linda alone.  Linda sat alone in the woods and wept until she fell asleep. 

The following day, Linda awoke to a deer staring at her in the woods.  Little did Linda know that her life had just changed.  The road was a constant companion to Linda for the next seven months, each new town a fresh start and a countdown to the inevitable.  She had been on the move, trying to make a new life for herself in small towns in the surrounding areas from where she had run away from the boarding school, her life a patchwork of brief stays and hurried departures.

Until the fat pervert and the boarding school found her again and drove her back to the boarding school.  The journey back to the boarding school was a blur.  Linda sat in the back of the car, watching the landscape change, each mile bringing her closer to a past she had tried to escape.  She wondered what they would do if they knew what she had become.  The thought of returning to the place where her nightmare began filled her with a sense of dread deeper than any she had known on the road.  But surprisingly, they did nothing.  They welcomed her back to the school and placed her in a new room with a new roommate.  But Linda could see the evil in the fake Christian smile of the fat pervert.  She knew he had new sinister plans and ways to torture and abuse her. 

Linda looked outside the window of the boarding school at the long, golden-colored Plymouth she rode in. 

“I’m surprised they didn’t punish you,” said Kathy, a student. 

“They are planning on it tomorrow,” said Linda.  “They just want me to be anxious and think about what is coming tomorrow.”  

“What do you think will happen?” asked Kathy.

“Nothing,” said Linda.  “They’re not going to do anything.”

“They have to do something,” said Kathy. 

“They’re not going to make it to tomorrow,” said Linda.

Kathy rolled over and pulled the sheets over her head.  She didn’t know what Linda was planning; she just knew that it wasn’t good. 

The full moon shined like a white disc in the sky above the boarding school.  The snow glistened in the moonlight. 

Linda lay asleep in bed, and then her eyes opened wide.  Her eyes turned blue to yellow as she transformed from human to beast.  The transformation was violent and profound, and her body wracked with a raw, primal force that reshaped her very being.  Her bones cracked and reformed, her skin sprouting a thick coat of fur as she transitioned from a boarding school student to a creature of legend – a werewolf.

Linda turned to Kathy, her roommate, who lay asleep, unaware of the nightmare that had just awoken.  Linda’s approach was silent, a hunter’s grace in every step.  She stood over Kathy, her breaths a mix of excitement and a dark, rising anger.  Then, with a swift, merciless motion, Linda claimed her first victim, driven by an instinct she could neither comprehend nor resist.  And with one quick hit by the werewolf’s paw, Kathy was dead. 

The hunt had begun.  She stalked the dormitory halls, each step light on the snow-dusted floorboards.  The heartbeats of her fellow students echoed in her ears.  She then started her attack, and chaos happened as the students yelled and screamed from the hell they had just awoken to.  The werewolf ripped apart limbs and body parts like it was nothing.  The girls spent their lives being abused by teachers, only to have their lives cut short by a night’s battle with the beast. 

The werewolf runs down the stairs only to be encountered by Bertha, a maid running up the stairs.  The beast beheads Bertha with one swipe of its massive claw.  Betha’s body tumbles down the stairs and lands at the feet of the fat pervert.

The werewolf and the fat pervert look each other in the eyes.  A deep, visceral rage bubbled within her as memories of his abuse flashed through her mind.  Even in this beastly form, the pain he had inflicted was not forgotten.  She leaped on top of him with a ferocious snarl, her eyes aflame with retribution.

She took a large bite out of his belly as his organs poured out onto the floors.  She ripped and tore up his insides the way he ripped and tore up her soul when he raped her on multiple occasions. 

The moon faded away, and the sun rose, shining down on the snow as a new morning occurred.  Linda lay nude asleep on the dormitory floor.  She woke up only to be surrounded by the body parts of the students.  She noticed the fat pervert's mangled body and smiled.  He was the only one she was happy to see dead. 

Linda got up and went upstairs.  She took a shower and put on a school uniform.  Linda then searched for keys in the drawers of the office.  She found some keys to a pink Cadillac.  She went outside, got into the car, and started it up.  She adjusted the mirror to the car, turned on the radio, and drove down the crooked country road.