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Topic: So who exactly is Jared?

Urban Ninja

Pancake

posted 10-12-2002 04:09:44 PM

Long ago, back in the days of the american revolution, in England, there lived a very wealthy merchant. He was wealthy because he owned a good amount of land over in the US (This was back when it was part of England, dontchaknow). This wealthy man was a horrible, horrible pig. He was fat, he was rude, crass, a complete asshole, but he was rich. He owned a huge mansion and had servitors and the whole nine yards. And he had a kid.

The kid was worse than his pop. The kid was a nightmare. The kid ran out dozens of maids and butlers and staff, from being just that damn cruel and mean. He'd throw things, hit people, torture and beat people, blackmail, blame one person for something he did, etc. And his papa approved.

Well, near the start of the revolution, Kid was 17, the papa called his kid into London. Kid gets on a carriage, and goes along. On the way there, kid sees an old gypsy woman walking along the side of the road. What's he do? Gets out, mocks her, throws stones, gets back in, rides away. Why? For shits'n'giggles.

That night, in an inn in London, kid was bitten by a wolf. In the middle of London. Nobody beleives him. Why should they? A wolf, in the middle of this huge city, and the kid is the only one that sees it. Well, two weeks later, kid starts getting bigger. Hairier. More violent. Papa locks the kid up and threatens the servants with death if they talk about the kid. One day, kid looks into some broken glass that USED to be a mirror. What's he see? An eight-foot tall giant werewolf. Only it ain't a full moon. It's permanent.

Kid freaks out. Rips the house to shreds. Eats most of the servitors. When the police arrive ten days later, all they find is a bloody mess, and the papa's head. All other bodies are so mangled and half-eaten to be beyond recognition.

After that, rumours start to fly nearby. Werewolves seen running around. Babies disappearing and leaving bloody cribs left behind. Hunting party goes out to find out why, doesn't return. Two more go out, third one gets lucky. Manage to wound the kid. Bullet in the thigh. Kid's mortal, y'see. Doesn't need silver bullets or whatnot to die, just needs to be shot or cut up or whatnot, y'know?

So the kid manages to get away, but is hurt pretty bad. Meets that same old gypsy woman as he runs off. Lady tells him he's mortal, but he'll live until the curse is removed. Also tells him that there's a way to lift the curse. That's about all she gets out before she gets eaten. Y'see, the kid's gone mad. He was evil before, now he's got the speed, strength, and instincts of a wolf. He's a terror. But he's mortal.

Before long, he's being hunted. BAD. Dozens of armed groups looking for him. He may be big, evil, half-wolf, and bloodthirsty, but he's still got human intelligence. Manages to hide on board a ship heading over to the 'states. This is DURING the war. Gets over there, starts preying on small towns, killing children and regaining his strength.

Time goes on, he's always there in the shadows. Gets wounded 5 more times, but survives each time. Never dies. Always lives. Always feeds. He's the one hiding in a child's closet the night before the child vanishes. He's the reason you hear the rustling in the bushes.

His name has been lost to time and madness. He calls himself Jared, but nobody knows why he picked it. To this day, he lurks out in the shadows. He shuns from all light, but revels in the darkness. And still he feeds. He doesn't care about honour, doen't care about ruling anything, doesn't care about winning anything, doesn't care about money, doesn't care about power... all he cares about is hunting his prey, devouring, revelling in the slaughter.