by Thornshackle

Created on: November 15, 2009

"Son, you'll never get anywhere by running away" my dad used to tell me. Of course, it's a sure bet that he was never being chased by a two thousand pound werewolf howling for his blood. I mean sure, he probably meant that I should face up to my problems in life and not go around shirking every piece of responsibility which bounded in my general direction. Yeah, he probably meant that, and I am willing to bet that he had never considered the possibility of having his throat torn out by a snarling beast so foul, so unholy that it made my fifth grade teacher Mrs. Bhane seem benign by comparison (albeit a very small one). My dad also used to say that I'd never get anywhere in life if I didn't sink my heels into the ground and stand up for myself, but right now, I don't think that time worn tidbit of advice is relevant either. Mainly seeing as how if I stop, turn around, dig my heels into the ground and stand up for myself as dad had stated in his "be a man oh son of mine" lecture number one-hundred-and two, I am reasonably certain that the only things that will be left standing will be my legs up to my knees, for the rest of me will likely have been severed, and strewn about, save for whatever choice little morsels of my body, the vaguely wolf-like creature chooses to ingest.

So I'm sorry dad, wherever you are, but at the moment, I think that getting anywhere is exactly where I aim to get, especially if that proves to be the path that leads way the Helsinki away from that moving mound of muscle, fur, and more saliva than I ever thought any canine creature was possible of storing, let alone spit with each soul cringing snarl. As for digging my heels in the ground, well forget it. For that matter, unless my dad shows up right this very instant with an Uzi fully loaded up with silver bullets, in addition to some choice piece of advice tailor made for the situation at hand, I think that running away is precisely what I ought to be doing right now.

"Arrrrooooooo!" Oh crap, it's right behind me now. All of that verbal reminiscing has distracted me to the point where that loony lycanthrope has not only managed to catch up to me, but is gaining. So, dad, wherever you are, I have an amendment to your old running away rule: When you're being chased by a super huge werewolf, shut up and run!

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