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How I come to meet Curtis Rx
(Yes. This is based on a dream. Don't ask me why, hehe.  It's going to be fun telling this story the way I had it going in my dream.)
It was half past noon, one early day in June.  And I was walking a dusty little road.  Judging from the rocks on it, it was very very old.  The sun wasn't bright, for it was dead in the middle of the night, so why did I say it was noon?  My mind must slipt me again.  For it was past midnight, walking this old dusty trail.  Little did I know, that I should've just turned and bailed.  The scheme was set, and the plot was right - need I remind you this is, still, in the middle of the night.
There, as I came up to this sinister old gate, I noticed that I had taken a wrong way, and must've been guided here by fate.  There was a man, donned in black and white.  The instant I saw him, I thought "Wait.  This can't be right.  This house is abandoned!" So I swallowed my spit, and knew that this was it, not knowing that this man would be my doom.  He hung his head, and looked in such dismay.  I hadn't even met him, but I smelt a faiiint hint of decay.  My instincts told me to run away, hide or flee.  But the strange tall man just walked closer to me.  The man pulled me close, not tight, of course.  And when he spoke, his voice seemed quite hoarse.
"Stay away from this manor.  I warn you, miss." He responded, the tone, it sounded like a hiss. "Leave this place while you still have your head.  You see, this house, it raises up the undead."
I looked up at his face, analyzing him, it seemed.  His warm brown eyes didn't seem to have any hint of mean.  He had this unusual looking sideburns, and such a forlorn face.  To this day, forgetting it is a race - between my mind and my soul.  I'll remember it when I grow withered and old.  My mind jumped for a moment, I couldn't believe what he had said, "A house that raises up the undead?"
He nodded once, pretty sure I had gotten his fact straight.  Little did he know I was soon laughing in his lovely face.  "What's so funny?" He asked, a little concerned at my lax nature. "You shouldn't laugh at the one who contains the constant slaughter."
I wiped my tear away, for I was laughing that hard, and walked simply, up to the yard.  "There is no such thing as undead, or creatures of the night.  Surely you must be joking me since I am up about at night."
He shook his head, pulling me back. "What are you doing you fool?!  Do you WANT them to attack?"
"Who to attack whom?  Me?" I asked confidently, pretty sure that he was pulling my leg.  "If there are zombies walking in there, then you're a werewolf? Here, go fetch this twig."  Then with that I threw a stick.  Little did I know, that this wasn't a trick.
He growled a little, starting to get mad. "If I showed you the madness, then would you be glad?!"
Apparently I had rubbed this guy the wrong way.  Since his calm and cool nature fluttered and moved astray.  I nodded lightly, not aware of the dismay I was to encounter.   I looked to him for but a moment, and in that moment, I saw murder, and anger fusing into one.  Something had told me, that my mistake must be undone.  "Look, sir.  I'm sorry I made you angry and upset.  Please forgive me, since we HAVE Just met."
"Oh no.  I'm not mad at you believing the House of Undead story, you see..." Then he heaved a growl, NOW this was threatening and mean.  "There is more to you, as there is, to me."
I took a hesitated step back, holding my hands to my face.  "That's what you found, such a disgrace?  That I mocked you as a dog...?!" But my sentance wasn't heard, since there came up such a ghastly fog.  I had no idea, nothing in my mind.  Of what I was going to see, and what horrbile things that I would find.
He nodded once more, and pulled me close and tight.  The moon couldn't even shine through the thicket of fog, I could barely see any light.  He handed me a gun, and instantly my twisted mind thought "This is going to be fun." He glanced at me, asking "Do you know how to kill something that's already dead?" By the dumb look on my face, he merely stated "Aim for the head."
Before I had time to question his rhyme, a sudden mass of dark bodies appeared this time.  Some of them were withered, rotten and ghastly.  With entrails hanging from their exposed ribs, the sight was something beyond nasty.  The rotting of their hands, fingers and legs.  Was something beyond just simple decay.  I gasped, not knowing what was causing this sight.  Glancing at him I saw this sick sense of delight.  He growled again, hissing with pleasure, and before I could figure, he lifted me with one hand, light as a feather.  He jumped to the roof, pointing at the undead. "Foolish girl.  I said.  AIM for the HEAD."
Everything was a blurr, I hadn't known what had happened, but I knew one thing.  I knew it clear.  If I was to come out alive, I would learn something, a lesson quite dear.  It took us all night, to kill the foes.  By the time we were done, there wasn't anything moving, not even toes.  There was something unreal going on by then, because I had just felt like I was being born again.  He explained to me the madness of his home.  And the sense that I had had been forewarned.  You see, for people that stumble upon this ancient place.  Will recieve it's curse, for the better of the the werewolf race.  There was to be two, guarding this site.  And since I had strayed there, that cool June night.  I had become the second, to stay there for eternity.  Until another traveler was guided there by the dark forces of infinity...The same calm sense that lured me there.  And the werewolf's curse would set us free to roam the world.  Causing chaos as the wolves of Fenrir.  Causing the end of the world.  Creating a new one, in our own rite, as it is fortold.
Dare you walk the same path that I did?
then come. Set us free.
Because then, you shall see.
The carnage that I did.  The sorrowful things that I have done.
And who knows...
Perhaps you reading now....
Will be the one.

Description
How I come to meet Curtis Rx
(Yes. This is based on a dream. Don't ask me why, hehe.  It's going to be fun telling this story the way I had it going in my dream.)
It was half past noon, one early day in June.  And I was walking a dusty little road.  Judging from the rocks on it, it was very very old.  The sun wasn't bright, for it was dead in the middle of the night, so why did I say it was noon?  My mind must slipt me again.  For it was past midnight, walking this old dusty trail.  Little did I know, that I should've just turned and bailed.  The scheme was set, and the plot was right - need I remind you this is, still, in the middle of the night.
There, as I came up to this sinister old gate, I noticed that I had taken a wrong way, and must've been guided here by fate.  There was a man, donned in black and white.  The instant I saw him, I thought "Wait.  This can't be right.  This house is abandoned!" So I swallowed my spit, and knew that this was it, not knowing that this man would be my doom.  He hung his head, and looked in such dismay.  I hadn't even met him, but I smelt a faiiint hint of decay.  My instincts told me to run away, hide or flee.  But the strange tall man just walked closer to me.  The man pulled me close, not tight, of course.  And when he spoke, his voice seemed quite hoarse.
"Stay away from this manor.  I warn you, miss." He responded, the tone, it sounded like a hiss. "Leave this place while you still have your head.  You see, this house, it raises up the undead."
I looked up at his face, analyzing him, it seemed.  His warm brown eyes didn't seem to have any hint of mean.  He had this unusual looking sideburns, and such a forlorn face.  To this day, forgetting it is a race - between my mind and my soul.  I'll remember it when I grow withered and old.  My mind jumped for a moment, I couldn't believe what he had said, "A house that raises up the undead?"
He nodded once, pretty sure I had gotten his fact straight.  Little did he know I was soon laughing in his lovely face.  "What's so funny?" He asked, a little concerned at my lax nature. "You shouldn't laugh at the one who contains the constant slaughter."
I wiped my tear away, for I was laughing that hard, and walked simply, up to the yard.  "There is no such thing as undead, or creatures of the night.  Surely you must be joking me since I am up about at night."
He shook his head, pulling me back. "What are you doing you fool?!  Do you WANT them to attack?"
"Who to attack whom?  Me?" I asked confidently, pretty sure that he was pulling my leg.  "If there are zombies walking in there, then you're a werewolf? Here, go fetch this twig."  Then with that I threw a stick.  Little did I know, that this wasn't a trick.
He growled a little, starting to get mad. "If I showed you the madness, then would you be glad?!"
Apparently I had rubbed this guy the wrong way.  Since his calm and cool nature fluttered and moved astray.  I nodded lightly, not aware of the dismay I was to encounter.   I looked to him for but a moment, and in that moment, I saw murder, and anger fusing into one.  Something had told me, that my mistake must be undone.  "Look, sir.  I'm sorry I made you angry and upset.  Please forgive me, since we HAVE Just met."
"Oh no.  I'm not mad at you believing the House of Undead story, you see..." Then he heaved a growl, NOW this was threatening and mean.  "There is more to you, as there is, to me."
I took a hesitated step back, holding my hands to my face.  "That's what you found, such a disgrace?  That I mocked you as a dog...?!" But my sentance wasn't heard, since there came up such a ghastly fog.  I had no idea, nothing in my mind.  Of what I was going to see, and what horrbile things that I would find.
He nodded once more, and pulled me close and tight.  The moon couldn't even shine through the thicket of fog, I could barely see any light.  He handed me a gun, and instantly my twisted mind thought "This is going to be fun." He glanced at me, asking "Do you know how to kill something that's already dead?" By the dumb look on my face, he merely stated "Aim for the head."
Before I had time to question his rhyme, a sudden mass of dark bodies appeared this time.  Some of them were withered, rotten and ghastly.  With entrails hanging from their exposed ribs, the sight was something beyond nasty.  The rotting of their hands, fingers and legs.  Was something beyond just simple decay.  I gasped, not knowing what was causing this sight.  Glancing at him I saw this sick sense of delight.  He growled again, hissing with pleasure, and before I could figure, he lifted me with one hand, light as a feather.  He jumped to the roof, pointing at the undead. "Foolish girl.  I said.  AIM for the HEAD."
Everything was a blurr, I hadn't known what had happened, but I knew one thing.  I knew it clear.  If I was to come out alive, I would learn something, a lesson quite dear.  It took us all night, to kill the foes.  By the time we were done, there wasn't anything moving, not even toes.  There was something unreal going on by then, because I had just felt like I was being born again.  He explained to me the madness of his home.  And the sense that I had had been forewarned.  You see, for people that stumble upon this ancient place.  Will recieve it's curse, for the better of the the werewolf race.  There was to be two, guarding this site.  And since I had strayed there, that cool June night.  I had become the second, to stay there for eternity.  Until another traveler was guided there by the dark forces of infinity...The same calm sense that lured me there.  And the werewolf's curse would set us free to roam the world.  Causing chaos as the wolves of Fenrir.  Causing the end of the world.  Creating a new one, in our own rite, as it is fortold.
Dare you walk the same path that I did?
then come. Set us free.
Because then, you shall see.
The carnage that I did.  The sorrowful things that I have done.
And who knows...
Perhaps you reading now....
Will be the one.