Wolves
The one and only was standing before him. His one true love. The person who he would of given up his life for, before...before the incident.
"What the fuck do you want?" John asked
"Now is that any way to greet me?" Wally replied. "Your", he drew out a piece of paper from his jeans pocket and read from it, "great and wondrous lov-"
"Shut the fuck up!" John shouted at him. Then he looked at the piece of paper that Wally was holding. "Why do you still have that?" he asked quietly. Wally looked down for a second, then up at his eyes.
"Because Johnny, I love you. I always have and always will". John looked hopefully in the shorter man's eyes and felt a searing happiness well up within him. Until, that is, Wally burst out laughing.
"What do you want?" John almost sobbed.
"Oh, did I upset the poor little baby?. Well that's too bad. I need a safe place to crash for a few nights ... some guys are after me for some stuff I did down in Utah". He picked up his duffle bag and walked past John into the house. Then he added over his shoulder, "and I couldn't think of a more safe place then with my little bitch"
"I'm not a little kid any more, Wally, I am going to offer you a choice and I suggest you take the right option. You can leave now, never to contact me again, or you can stay here and face the consequences" John spat back at him. "I'm all grown up now." Wally smirked at him.
"So I noticed. But we can discuss that later, right now I need some sleep" he added as he walked to the master bedroom. "I'm sleeping in here. I don't give a fuck where you sleep."
John looked at him, then turned and left out the front door.
'I warned him' he muttered to himself as he left. "I gave him a choice so let the results be on his head. I'm not a kid any more". As he walked of into the dusk, a dog howled.
Wally woke to the sound of a dog howling.
"Shut the fuck up!" he screamed. At this point he realised that there was three things wrong. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t see, but he could hear, and what he did hear was not comforting. It was howling, but rather then the solitary dog he first thought of, he heard the sound of many, many, wolves around him. He had spent enough time in the wilderness to recognise the sound of a wolf. He cursed himself for not recognizing the sound earlier. 'Calm down' he told himself. 'I've just got to get Johnny, to get me out of here'. "Johnny!" he called hesitantly at first, then growing in volume to match his panic. After what seemed like hours of yelling in vane he fell silent. "I must be dead," he whispered to himself. "AM I DEAD!?!" he yelled to the darkness. As if the world was responding, he heard a wooden pounding far above him. "Help!" he shouted at the sound. Again, as if in response to his plea, there came a pounding.
This time some movement followed, as a slit of light appeared above him. "Thank God" he whispered to himself, just as the searing light hit him. "Please help me" he whispered to the hulking figure above him. The wolves howled in response. Wally started laughing at the futility of it all, and then started crying in fear. He wet himself in terror. He had seen the hulking figures eyes, and they glowed yellow. He was knocked back into darkness.
Seconds, hours, days later, Wally had no idea how long it had been, as he had no way of measuring time. He knew that he was alive. He was also thirsty, he hurt and he stank. Wally chuckled at that thought, and then quieted, afraid that Yellow Eyes would hear and return. Then he laughed again, defiantly.
"The wolves have not left" he whispered to himself. "They will never leave". He started cackling to himself, aware - in some small part of his mind - that he was going mad. Then his world shifted, and if he could of moved than he would have lost his balance. He had no idea which way was up, he realised with a start. "I am lost," he called out. The wolves were laughing at him. Then a doorway to hell opened up and he stepped through.
After a moment of blinking in the firelight, Wally realised that he was still on earth. Directly before him was a huge bonfire. He had just stepped out of what he now realised was a coffin. He could hear the wolves and other more horrible things moving around him, but he could not see them. His eyes were transfixed to the sight before him. A goat stood on a giant bolder, leering through the fire. It had green eyes. He cried out weaklybut could not find the strength to turn from its terrible gaze. It spat at him, something white and vile. Wally realised that it was cum. The Goat had spat semen on him. He could feel it trickling down his cheek. He started laughing again, but stoped when the Goat spoke.
"He is not pure" it said with a voice that was pain itself. "I prefer pure ones to be brought to me. This is worthless, he would have been mine eventually anyway." a voice called from Wally’s left.
"No, not yours". The Goat's eyes never left Wally, but he could tell that his attention was shifting from him to the Voice.
"Why did you bring this one to me?" the Goat asked of the voice.
"Because I love him", replied the now familiar voice.
The Goat's eyes finally shifted from Wally to his left, then returned a moment later, and Wally burnt under the gaze.
"Then proceed" the Goat spat, an eternal moment later. Wally felt more semen dripping down his face. He felt the last of his strength leave him as John stepped out from the left. He was covered with thousands, millions of crawling bugs, and his eyes were yellow. John cackled at the look in Wally’s face.
"I told you," he said. "I’m not a little kid anymore Wally. I'm all grown up now. I have a new master now my love."
"Proceed!" the Goat repeated, and then it spat on Wally a third time. John acknowledged the Goat with a mocking bow, and then drew Wally toward the fire.
"Come, my love, let us spend eternity together", and with that he took Wally into the fire.
At the end Wally found the strength to scream.
"Save me!"
The wolves laughed.