The Little Wolf Boy
By: Timothy O'Neill
Tags: Short Fiction, Horror, Science Fiction, Fiction, Short Story

The Little Wolf Boy

A story of a fallen angel and a hungry wolf

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Let me tell you a story. I’ll doubt you’ll believe it but I have to tell it to you anyway. It’s a story about a little boy who got trapped in a room, a locked room, with a hungry wolf. This little boy had angel’s wings, but he still couldn’t fly away and he couldn’t escape when the wolf came and gobbled him up.

Now the wolf thought that was the end of it. He thought he had devoured the little boy, wings and all. But the little boy was tough, he was hearty and he wouldn’t be swallowed so easily. He fought back from the belly of the wolf. He kicked and screamed and punched and cried and cried and cried. But no one could hear him inside the locked room.

The wolf kept pushing the little boy down and the little boy kept surging back up to the surface and crying and screaming for help. The wolf raged and the boy cried and they both faced starvation and death inside of the locked room.

And then the strangest thing happened. Two became one. The wolf and the little boy became one little wolf boy. The little wolf boy was mean and murderous and also kind and empathetic and trusting and he paced back and forth in the locked room, wondering who he was and whether he would ever get out of this room, because he was oh so very hungry.

The little wolf boy threw himself against the door over and over again but it wouldn’t give. But there was a window in the room and the little wolf boy looked out of it. He saw people walking by on the sidewalk, people jogging and people riding their bikes. He saw blue sky and puffy white clouds and saw wind blowing through the trees. Then there was a sharp knock on the door.

Unprepared, the little wolf boy spun about and saw two men enter his room.

“It really happened,” one man said.

“Bit off more than he could chew,” the other man replied.

“Let’s get on with it.”

They came at him with electric paddles and a syringe full of a brownish fluid and the little boy snarled and snapped at them.

“Still more wolf than angel, I see,” said the man holding the syringe.

“Should I gas him?”

“I want to hear him speak first. Can you speak, you little monster?”

The little wolf boy rolled his tongue around in his mouth and cleared his throat and said, “You will burn for this.”

“Interesting. Is it a single personality or is it dissociative?”

“Good question. What would you say if we fed you and then let you go free?”

The little wolf boy’s heart ached. He was so angry and so confused and so hungry. And so, so sad.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please feed me, sir.”

“It’s too hard to tell. Might just have become a conflicted, multifaceted pathological personality.”

The man with the syringe concurred with a nod of his head.

“This is fascinating. Are we recording this?”

“We’re always recording.”

“Good. Gas him.”

The man with the paddles produced an aerosol can and proceeded to spray the little wolf boy in the face. Within seconds he was snoring on the floor. The men carried him out. He was taken to the interrogation room, strapped to a chair and given a mixture of amphetamines to wake up him up and pentobarbital to loosen his tongue.

Little wolf boy awoke with a jolt and his eyes scanned the room. He saw the two men from before, along with a new man who seemed to be in charge. The new man was wearing an army dress uniform with a bunch of fancy metals on his lapel.

“Nothing like some wake-up juice to get the mind going in the morning.”

The new man had close cropped gray hair, rough, weathered skin and yellow teeth. He leaned in close to the little wolf boy and looked like he might be hungry too.

“Isn’t that right, soldier?”

“Get me out.”

“Out of that chair? I’m afraid you’re not going anywhere for awhile, amigo.”

“Out of this flesh.”

“That’s more like it. What are you feeling right now? You can talk to me, I’m on your side. I don’t want to see you suffer any more than you have to.”

“I’m feeling like I could eat the world.”

“How old are you?”

“Ten.”

“Ten?”

“Ten thousand years in a room by myself. Ten thousand years.”

“The merger has broken his mind, Colonel.”

“Thanks, Frank. More wake-up juice please.”

“You got it.”

The little wolf boy wrestled and tore at his restraints. He growled and he howled and he cried.

“Let it all out, amigo. Remember, we’re not really here, and you’re still in your room. All of this is happening inside a locked room”

Then the little wolf boy spit in the Colonel’s face.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. He’s broken. There’s no need for the rough stuff.”

“NOT BROKEN!”

“I am afraid you are. Where do you think you are right now?”

“I want my Mom! CIA blacksite.”

“Dig deeper. Where are you right now?”

“Alone. In my room. I’m always in my fucking room!”

“Do you know why? Do you know what you did? Do you know who we are?”

“Illuminati.”

“Closer. Do you know what you did?”

“Murdered them all. Nuclear holocaust. Millions dead.”

“Are you a wolf?”

“I want my Mom!” The little wolf boy sobbed and thrashed and sobbed some more.

“I had wings! I could fly!”

“How did you get into the room?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know!”

“An angel and a demon trapped inside a room and one ate the other. Or tried to eat, I should say. Was it martyrdom or vengeance that you sought?”

“Both.”

“Finally, something we can work with. This should all go on the trial logs.”

The man the Colonel had referred to as Frank nodded and stepped out of the room.

“Did you want the wolf to eat you?”

“I have destroyed worlds.”

“I know. And now we have to find a way to split you two up or we can’t bring charges against you. Or was that part of the plan?”

“No plan. I was hungry and I ate.”

“Who are you?”

“Mr. Nobody.”

“Come again?”

One of the other men stepped forward with a binder full of documents.

“It comes from his past, sir. When something would go missing or someone left the lights on and no one would fess up their mother would say, ‘I guess Mr. Nobody is at it again’.”

“Thanks, George. So you’re the one who did it.”

“I’m the one who gets the blame when other people do it.”

“Remarkable. So cogent for a broken mind. You just admitted you destroyed worlds.”

“I take orders and so do you.”

“You were a general. You gave the orders.”

“I’m hungry! Mom! Dad! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!”

“Your parents are dead. Do you even know what year it is?”

“2015.”

“It’s 4237.”

“Liar.”

“The year is 4237. The Light has taken back control of the Earth, but there are still small pockets of resistance. Timelines split and some remained stuck in third density reality, while others who were ascending merged into fourth density. The grays, the negative Reptilians and the Nordics were all expelled from this sector. There was heavy fighting over the moon and over the sun and across parallel timelines. There was a massive effort by the Light to reclaim soul fragments trapped in the lower astral fields and to gather up all clones and genetic material harvested by the negative alien consortium. The back of the Illuminati was broken, their businesses disrupted and their plans for conquest in fourth density thwarted. However, factions of negative extradimensional forces have continued to prey upon the humans incarnating on third density earth. You were an angel. You were witness to the extermination of Vandela by Reptilian forces. You lost friends and a lover that day. You fell to Earth and incarnated in human form and purposely made yourself enticing to predators in fourth density, hoping to begin a journey of revenge and bloodshed. But you were picked up by agents of the secret government and experimented on and turned into a little monster. You went off leash and you were uncontrollable. They gave you a cocktail of medications that effectively locked you inside of your own mind. That’s when a wolf came for you. It came inside your mental theater and it devoured you. Now your minds have melded and it is not evident who is who. You both have committed crimes but we must wake you up to see who did what.”

“I’m awake.”

“Of course you’re not. It’s the year 4237 and you’re sleeping in an underground facility made of crystals. Everyone you ever loved or cared for in your short life as a human boy is dead. I look like an army Colonel to you when in fact I am an AI program that has been inserted into your brain. All that you see is manufactured for your benefit.”

And the little wolf boy felt his mind snap in half.

“Good. I thought that would do the trick. Now who am I talking to?”

“Me.”

“How old are you?”

“Ten.”

“Do you have wings?”

“Not anymore. The wolf ate them.”

“Why did you come to this planet?”

“I don’t remember. I want my Mom.”

“Can I speak to the wolf?”

“I’m eating the shit out of him right now.”

“You’re a predator. You’re doing what predators do.”

“Thanks for the pep talk, chief. That was a real sad story you told him. Maybe the saddest I’ve ever heard.”

“You’re going on trial before the Council of Saturn for war crimes.”

“Fuck you. What about him?”

“After we totally dislodge you from him, or him from you, he will face justice as well. But he was a boy. You knew better.”

“So did he. He set a trap! He’s a sneaky, devilish piece of rotting meat.”

“Enough. We’ve pulled your minds apart, now we will separate your forms.”

It took three years but they did it. The little boy, the fallen angel was awoken and extracted from the jaws of the wolf. The little boy was sentenced to one thousand years of service to the Light and the wolf, who had gone mad from hunger, was sent back to Source.

But the boy never forgot the room. And he never forgot the wolf who almost ate him.