Full Moon On Giro Day

[pearly queen]

Part 1.

Les Battersby is in the Weatherfield Arms, his glad rags on, where he has been all day. Night is starting to fall, but Les doesn't notice, being too absorbed in his beer and the barmaid's cleavage. His left hand sports a grubby bandage, which he waves dramatically in the air at the barmaid.
'Still can't believe that Schmeichel could do that to me - savage me hand and then run away into the night...'
The barmaid stifles a yawn. 'D'you want another pint?' she offers.
'Yeah, go on then, why not? I'm quids in!' cackles Les gleefully. 'I might not be able to work, but I'm an expert at WORKING the system! What with me injury (waves his hand again) and me bad back (groans and stretches unconvincingly) I've just copped for a tidy payout from the Social.'
Other punters at the bar shoot him disapproving looks.
He pays for his fresh pint, without offering anybody else a drink, and slurs to anyone within earshot
'Course, Our Ches were heartbroken when his beloved dog bit his uncle Les and then legged it. It's been nigh on a month now since it happened. The pain is still killing me. And despite our Cilla offering Chesney a ferret as a replacement, he's still inconsolable. Our Kirk is an expert dog-handler, and he's never seen anything like it, for a dog to go mad like that. He says he's got an inkling that Schmeichel might be part wolf.'
Les slurps the last of his beer, the glass held unsteadily in his good hand.
'Just ran off into the night, and left me bleeding...hic' Les burbles on, and then notices he has all but emptied the pub with his doggy dronings.
The bored barmaid collects a few glasses, then watches Les stumble to the gents and finally out the door into the cool, crisp night.
'G'night, loser' she mumbles, and opens a packet of peanuts.

Outside, Les shivers and pulls his new faux crocodile skin jacket across his his greasy, ginger hairy chest and squints in the brightness of the huge full moon.
Feeling a bit strange, Les staggers a bit and trips over a discarded bag of saveloy and chips. Falling forward he lands on all fours, cutting his knees, making him howl with pain. His cowboy boots bulge and tear, and huge paws with vicious yellow claws shoot out, scratching against the pavement. His whole body lurches violently and grows in very direction, his clothes ripping and falling off.
Coarse, hideous ginger hair sprouts all over his elongated body and a long powerful tail bursts through his red satin boxers.
All the garish party clothes are now gone, blown away by the wind, but the large medallion remains, straining on the thick hairy neck of the wolf-like creature that now sniffs hungrily at the cold saveloy, but it stops and howls up at the large, silent silvery full moon and bounds off towards Coronation Street...

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[RitaLittlewood]

LOL! I love that Pearly. I always knew there was something strange about Les. Can't wait for part 2!

Patsy

[pearly queen]

Thanks Patsy, Part 2 coming up soon.

[pearly queen]

Part 2.

Ken and Deirdre are the last to leave the Rovers, smiling, holding hands. Ken is swaying slightly .
'It's a beautiful evening, Deirdre' he observes. 'Do you fancy a romantic stroll in the moonlight, my love?' he offers.
'You soppy old sod!' laughs Deirdre. 'No, you're alright - I'll settle for being ravished with the curtains open!'.
Ken chuckles, links his arm in hers and steers her over to their front door. As Ken fumbles with the keys, they hear a low moaning sound in the distance. Outside the Kabin Tracy is lying on the ground, her bare legs kicking weakly, with a large somebody slobbering all over her.
'Is that Tracy?' Ken asks,angrily. 'Bonking in the street now is she? What IS she like?' He tuts, his frisky face falling as he watches his step-daughter writhe and gasp.
'Who's that on her?' Deirdre squints, and then screams 'That's not a man! What is it!' and runs towards Tracy who is feebly bashing at the wolf-man who is lovingly biting her neck and face.
'Tracy! Tracy!' both Deirdre and Ken are shrieking now, tripping over the cobbles as they run towards the gruesome scene.
Upon hearing the disturbance, a few lights go on the street and a few net curtains twitch. Craig Harris peers from his bedroom window and calls his granddad, Keith, who is downstairs in under a minute, dressed in black, and carrying a gun. He approaches Ken and Deirdre who are cowering in front of the monster who is devouring their daughter, helpless and unable to take it all in.
Roy and Hayley round the corner in their pyjamas. Steve Macdonald comes out of the Baldwins, where he has been playing poker with Jamie, who follows him out into the brightly moon-lit street.
The blood-streaked beast observes the small, horrified crowd and realises it is outnumbered. It howls and runs towards them, scattering them and disappears behind the Rovers. Keith cocks his gun and makes to go after it, but hesitates when he sees all his neighbours' incredulous eyes staring at him.
'Tracy!' shrieks Deirdre, making them all turn back round 'Somebody dial 999! Help, please!' she pleads.
'Already done' says Hayley, fumbling with her mobile trying and failing to put it into her dressing gown pocket. 'Oooh' how horrible!' she cries as they all watch Tracy twitch her last.
'Well that's wiped the smile off her face' mutters Roy under his breath.
'999? No time, no point' says Keith briskly. 'I've dealt with this sort of thing before'.
He shakes his head sadly, looking at Tracy's injuries, as the distant wail of the ambulance siren is heard.
'I know what needs to be done - I'm going after it' says Keith, gritting his teeth, aiming his gun in front of him, and following the trail of blood.

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[RitaLittlewood]

LOL! Love it Pearly! More!

Patsy

[pearly queen]

Thanks for the support, Patsy. There will be more, but it's finding hours in the day... It's very time consuming keeping up with fan fics. The quality is very good on here, but I do admit to getting a bit confused with all the different stories. That's why I've always kept feedback to a bare minumum : not because I don't enjoy them, just that it's all a bit mind-boggling to read in a short space of time and form an original opinion. I'll have to make the effort, read each story fully and slowly, then leave feedback separately. This might sound obvious, but it's harder than you think in the chaos of my house!!
Hopefully I'll finish the werewolf of Weathefield before too long.

[RitaLittlewood]

I know what you mean. I wrote so many over the years and luckily they were already online so I just pasted them. I did a new one a couple of days ago called Mike Baldwins Secret which will appear at some point. I rattled that off in a day while others take much longer. I'm currently working on a sequel but that's not going anywhere near as well - or as quick! LOL!I've also got one I should have finished 2 years ago. There is one I don't think will EVER appear on here or UK TV otherwise I might get sued! I put most of mine on UK TV when it started as a practice board originally so I could work out how long each part was to paste on here. That's why things like Happiness Is A...Bulging Bank Balance (which is 2 things joined together) is 5 pages on there.

I look forward to your next part whenever you have the time to write it. It's so funny and they say the best things come to those who wait.

Patsy

[pearly queen]

Part 3.

In the Rovers back yard Charlie Stubbs is huddled against the wall, smirking into his mobile phone and whispering 'Sure, babe. I'll offload the missus and come round tomorrow night... I mangaged to get that specialist DVD I was telling you about - it's hot stuff!'

'Charlie! Charlie? What you doing outside? Charlie? Come in, it's cold, Charlie! Charlie?' Shelley's voice whines from inside the pub.
Irritated Charlie calls into the hallway ' I thought I heard a noise. Just checking it out - I'll be in in a minute.'

He pulls the door closed, leans back against the wall, idly kicking an empty beer crate with his foot as he resumes his conversation.
His voice changes as he coos to the person on the phone
'Sorry about that, babe, just getting some grief off the Paranoid Parrot. Will you soothe me and save me from this mad woman? I love being with you - you're so much fun...'
He is interrupted by a loud snarl and the wooden gate to the yard bursts open.
A blood-soaked beast with wild eyes and a bad-taste medallion bays at the moon and pounces on Charlie. The mobile phone falls the ground and smashes and Charlie lands beside it, squealing. The beast stifles Charlie's cries with its huge stinking mouth. Its sharp claws rip at the grubby vest and jeans which immediately run with dark red claret.
The beast gives its attention to the barely beating heart.
With his last breath Charlie wheezes 'Shelley! Shelley! Not me - save me! Eat Shelley!'

At that moment a crowd of ragged vigilantes headed by Keith Appleyard approach the Rovers back yard. They have been joined by Fizz and Kirk, munching kebabs, who got caught up with the throng from the Street.
Keith nudges the gate open with his gun, and peers cautiously round into the foul-smelling scene of carnage.
He aims his gun at the beast which is now drowsy, having slaked its thirst, and is padding round the yard eyeing Keith and the gun with what seems to be mild amusement.
It shakes its large ugly head and its medallion gleams in the moonlight.

Keith cocks his gun, and everyone waits tensely for the BANG...

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[RitaLittlewood]

LOL! I love that. 'Eat Shelley!' That was so funny.

Patsy

[pearly queen]

Part 4.

'Stop! Hang on' Kirk pipes up, 'That's Les's Status Quo medallion - Cilla bought it for him as a Get Well prezzie. I'd recognise it anywhere - don't shoot!'
He puts his hand on Keith's arm and forces the gun downward.
Keith looks narked 'Get back!' he snaps 'Never interfere with a slayer when he's at work, you young fool!'
He closes the door, trapping the animal in the yard with Charlie's body. The others eye the door uneasily. Fizz sucks chilli sauce off her fingers as discreetly as possible and wafts her smelly packet towards the yard.
'Shall I sling it me large doner?' she offers nervously.
'It'll be after a cigar and a packet o' Rennies after all that it's scoffed tonight' says Keith 'maybe it's sleeping it off now'. He tilts his head and listens. An eerie silence emanates from the dirty moonlit yard.
'Is it safe in there' asks Roy.
'Yes' Keith replies. It can't jump the wall - there's not enough run-up. The door to the pub is shut, so Shelley is safe. The unfortunate Charlie has bought us some time'.
Kirk looks dozy and confused. 'I work with dogs all the time, me, and I've never seen one like that'.
'You're dozy and confused, you are, lad' Keith points out pointlessly. 'It's a werewolf!'
'It's wearing Les's medallion - does that mean Les has been eaten by a werewolf?' Kirk sports his doziest and most confused expression ever. 'How come you know so much about it, anyroad, Keith? Did you ever have to stuff one?'
'Nay, lad - this is a supernatural creature now: what once was Les is now a moon-struck monster, and it's down to me to put it out of it's misery', then adding 'It's not me first time...'
'This is preposterous...a bad case of rabies maybe...or a wolf that's escaped from a zoo...' mumbles Roy .
'This isn't from no zoo, Roy!' yells Keith, making everyone jump. 'It's a creature of unspeakable evil from the fetid backside of hell. Only part-time, mind - the rest of the month it's Les Battersby. You saw with your own eyes what it did to Tracy Barlow and Charlie . I must destroy it.'
A shaking Kirk stands trembling in front of the door, arms outspread, defying Keith to go past him.
'He's my mate - call the RSPCA or Greenpeace if you want, but you're not gonna shoot him you murderer!'
'Out of my way lad! You don't know what you're up against.' Keith is losing his cool and is waving his gun around, much to the alarm of the others.
'Kirky don't be a hero' wails Fizz 'Me mam can always find another mug, I mean husband. Let him past!'
Keith wrenches Kirk away from the door and throws him to the ground then stands with his back to the door guarding the beast himself.
'I suppose you folks need an explanation...'


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[RitaLittlewood]

LOL! I have horrible visions of Keith stuffing the werewolf. He would too.

That was well worth the wait, Pearly. More!!!!!

Patsy

[Lane Kent]

pearlyqueen said:

Thanks for the support, Patsy. There will be more, but it's finding hours in the day... It's very time consuming keeping up with fan fics. The quality is very good on here, but I do admit to getting a bit confused with all the different stories. That's why I've always kept feedback to a bare minumum : not because I don't enjoy them, just that it's all a bit mind-boggling to read in a short space of time and form an original opinion. I'll have to make the effort, read each story fully and slowly, then leave feedback separately. This might sound obvious, but it's harder than you think in the chaos of my house!!
Hopefully I'll finish the werewolf of Weathefield before too long.

I can relate to that it is hard keeping up with feedbck. But yes enjoying what I've read of this story so far. Just started.

[pearly queen]

I forgot about this one, and I feel I have run out of steam with it although I would like to finish it one of these days.

I'm trying to decide on what kind of ending, and I've got 2 ideas:

1) Keith heroically slays the beast and saves the day.

or

2) They decide to keep the Les-wolf, and guard him during full moon - with a nod to HP & the Prisoner of Azkaban and Sean of the Dead.

The dialogue is more important for me than the action - even so, I'd like it to have a decent ending.

Which of the two above ideas do my adoring public prefer?

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[RitaLittlewood]

I know that feeling, Pearly. I started a short one last week and I'm still on part 3! Parts 1 & 2 came along very quickly, full of Reet's usual violence and moods but part 3 is a stinker.

Can the beast eat Keith instead?

Patsy