Festering Of a Monster's Heart

[Genocide]

"Monsters are created... Not born."

Harsh winds whipped and howled angrily at they lashed at the dark stone walls of the den mouth, demanding the sacrifice of pups to be offered to it's deadly bite and throat but glaring angry deep blue eyes only held the storm in contempt, gave no notice of the deadly snows that piled steadily along the once fertile ground until finally the mann could stand no longer and turned to lope back to his mate, gently nuzzling her before murmuring "How are the little ones?" the white femme with the black paws paused, turning cobalt eyes to her mate darkly before muttering in return "One died yesterday... the winds got him" once saying this her tail pulled away to reveal four suckling whelps, the fifth missing.

The alpha only scoffed and curled his black lips "Weakling... better not to have that kind of blood in the pack." he muttered then turned those biting eyes toward the largest pup, a bloodstained creature that was bigger then the others and a slow insane smile curled his lips "That one will grow strong...I know it....his name my dear?" he purred softly, earning a glare from the femme but she answered bitterly "....Jack." The alpha male, Larguer, smirked slowly before releasing a slow chuckle and then speaking smoothly "Not a bad name... it could be improved... we'll see in time my dear." all he recieved in answer was a growl.

So as the storms died and the snows began to fade the pups were steadily weaned off their mother and began their playing.. all except Jack who the alpha had taken speacial interest in. Curious as to why he was being led away from the romping pups Jack turned curious but fearful royal blues up to his father "Where are we going, father?" he whispered timidly, oh it was wise to fear the alpha now... his sanity was quite unstable. Smiling slowly, fangs glinting in the sunlight, the alpha answered softly "Why we are going to study humans.... apparently their doing something others of their kind don't like.... something they call Hall-o-ween." he said the word awkwardly as though trying to grasp it but failing, not like the pup at his side would dare make fun of him for the failure of speech, oh no.... that wouldn't be wise if he was to survive.

Day after day the alpha watched these humans and their strange practices, becoming more and more obsessed even if his little Jack was or wasn't with him. Steadily his path into madness grew more and more steep by the month that passed until finally, in his madness, he created his own halloween for the pack.... a halloween sewing together the world of murder, blood and horror that no pup should witness. It went on like this, sacrifices soon being demanded while pups were taken from mothers and trained in their job as killers. The pups still free, including Jack, instead made a sort of game out of the whole thing to the point of even singing a song haunting and yet frightening in it's method of voice.



But soon Jack himself was taken and would become the main "Project" for his father.... we are here to see the carnage unfold and discover... just how a monster can be created... but never born.




Blood.... crimson elixer of life as it was known, the very life giver that stained the sandy soil of the pack boundry, spilt by a lanky wolf of perhaps two years. Cowering in horror and recoiling from the stench a little slaughterhouse pup turned horrified eyes to his father... now lost to his madness, the pup had never objected but now he couldn't help but voice "B-But dad-" a snarl followed by a swift cut of air and then a yelp echoed throughout the area "You will NOT talk back to me whelp! Now unless you want it to be YOUR heart I'll feast on you will do as I say and finish him!" Jack sniffled and trembled as he looked back to the hurt creature in front of him... why was his father doing this?! What was the point?! He didn't want to kill.... he just wanted to play with the others, sing the halloween song that they had all been taught long ago but now that wasn't allowed.. except only to those who killed. Ragged breathing echoed at his backside while gleaming blue eyes glared at him from behind "Do it." the voice hissed darkly with a smirk, claws slowly digging at the ground "Just imagine it.... all that lovely crimson blood... turning ordinary dirt and sand to color... magnificent!" slowly the dark intent stretched out it's tendrils, pawing at the pups mine and trying to spur him, darkness and desire fighting to overtake the weakly fighting mind.... why... why?! Why must he kill?! .... Because it is fun! What?! No no NO!! It isn't it isn't!!! Oh but yes it is. The sound of a blood curdling scream and insane laughter of amusement soon cut into the night air... then silence.

Soon years passed, scores of blood being spilt and many being slain for trespassing, never being able to state their reasons for being, a tresspasser was a tresspasser... dead weight. Jack quickly grew under the blood thirsty guidaince of the alpha, soon his qualms about killing began to fade away... his fear of causing harm dying to a nearly non existant flickering ember, struggling to light back to the roaring fire it had once been, pelt growing darker with each killing and assassination he was involved in. Slowly the personality he had been birthed with was slowly warping into a beast on it's own... the being known as Jack beginning to fade into darkness.... then.... graduation came.


In a snow covered field the pups who had been trained stood in a straight line, their expressions blank and serious, scowls fixed upon their muzzles as the alpha slowly walked in front of them, a foul smirk on his muzzle "Good... You have all done well with your killings.... just like you were taught" he murmured, suddenly snapping toward the lined group of killers "Now.... recite that which has been taught to you.... tell me the creed that runs through your blood!" instantly all the yearlings straightend and lifted their heads to the sky, speaking in sync

"Live by the creed
Pay the cries no heed
Pain and suffering abound
Make them scream nice and loud
Take the thirst
and do your worst
For where there will be a flood
It is better it be with blood"

Larguer burst into laughter, sick malicious but delighted laughter "Excellent! Such good little pups...." chuckling he turned to the one who stood in front of the others, glaring evenly with dark royal blues "Jack.... you've changed nicely from the pathetic little whelp you once were." Jack only curled up a black lip in response to this but he said nothing... having learned better by now then to say a thing "Jack.... Hmph, the name no longer suits a murderer like you.... Genocide..... yes thats much much better.... don't you think?" Larguer murmured, brushing up against his son and fixing him with an angry blue gaze, the blood stained wolf only responded in the only way he could "Yes father." the alpha chuckled softly and sat in front of him "What is your name, cannibal?!" Jack blinked slowly and spoke evenly, no emotion in his voice

"Genocide.... my name is Genocide."

~Will be continued!~