Dr. Felonious' Collection of Evil - The Thrill of The Hunt

Oh shit-oh shit-oh shit-oh shit.
My name's Brian Jacobs and I'm 22 and I'm being chased by a monster. I don't know what's going on. I don't know how this is possible, or what I'm supposed to do. The thing won't stop. I've been running for — oh god — only fifteen minutes. Feels like longer. I'm exhausted and it won't stop.
I didn't do anything wrong. I just saw this girl on the subway. It's night, we were the only people in the car. She looked odd, a bit hairy and dirty, which was odd because from her appearance she might've been a Sideshow freak or something. We got off at the same stop and I guess it was a full moon tonight because... because she turned into a werewolf. I mean, that doesn't happen. And then she got up and chased after me. That… that… can't happen. Werewolves are a myth.
Another door locked. No! Can't someone have left their door unlocked tonight? Please, I just need to get away from this thing, and there it is...how did it get behind me? Shit-shit! Trash can! I grabbed one and swung it straight into the thing's chest, and it stumbled backwards and collapsed, and I'm off running before it can get back up. Thank you adrenaline.
How can this alley be a dead end? It can't be, I need to escape! No-no-no! Walls, walls, damn it. Too high! Too slick! Fuck! It found me. Anything around? No. I can't fight, but I try to punch it and it's strong and this doesn't make any sense, and is that a blade-
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Is that all you have left? My kind can't stomach hair, can we? Even if the worst wolves are hairy on the inside. My, my! What big eyes you have. All the better to see me with.
Let's see... Huh. "Brian Jacobs." That's you! Pssh! Lousy picture, though. Hair, height, weight. Blah, blah, blah.
Here we are! Ten grand. Just what you owed me last night, ya fuckin' prick.
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