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Buck- Chapter 3 Excerpt

Written by: Aaron B.

Coming home from school, Bobby hung his bag up. The nightmares of Daisy ’s death had not gone away. Hanging his hoodie up and ruffling his short hair, he sat at the kitchen table to begin his homework. The sound of his cellphone got him out of the math mode he was in, lifting his phone, he saw a name he hoped to never see again.

From: Marco Payne <Hey Bobby! Wanna go hunting again? Been a while! Me and my pals are gonna spend a weekend up in the mountains. Maybe I’ll let ya shoot a furry!>

 

Of course, he didn’t want too, but instead of answering, he put his phone in his pocket. Instead of getting back to the work at hand, he stared into the various numbers. His mind wondered. Ever since Daisy, he had vowed to not go hunting again. The night he got home from that terrible day, he tossed his hunting gear into the trash and did nothing but cry in bed for hours. The weeks after, he grew a distain for the woods. Which was difficult being that he lived in the woods.

After telling his parents, taking him to a therapist helped a bit. As often as the doctor told him not to blame himself and to remember that furries aren’t as smart as humans, he did blame himself. He should have shoved Marco or broken the rifle in half. He had this suspicion that furries were so much more than just toys. He found some of the species even beautiful.

The work he did with Connie helped. The fact she welcomed him into her life was unexpected and heartwarming. He thought she’d turn him away and call him a ‘gross human’. He had to remember that not every furry and not every human thought either species was low and deserved death. He just wished more people felt like that. He was just about to get up and nap, try to calm his brain and maybe get some work done, but a hard knock at the door erased that idea for now.

Walking across his small living room, he opened it a crack, enough to see the most muscular, tall furry he had ever seen. He opened the door a bit wider. He had to crane his neck all the way to see the behemoth. “C-can I help you?”

“I need to talk to you about my daughter, and the man who took her life.” The buck spoke, eyeing the teenager. Darkness flooded Bobby’s soul as he went wide eyed in terror. Taking a deep breath, he slammed the door into the deer’s face, locked it and ran in the opposite direction. Time moved in slow motion for Bobby, not paying attention to his footing he tripped over his backpack. It was too late to catch his balance, he fell face first into the kitchen floor. This gave Stetson enough time to peer into the window beside the front door. With adrenaline going through him, he wrapped his hand around the door knob and with a single twist, broke it. He then used the toe of his boot to open the door, Bobby stood up at this point. The deer looked even scarier in shadow. His footsteps huge as he walked into the home, he knew he had a pistol and a hunting knife close by him. However, it seemed to him the teen was scared enough. Stetson truthfully only wished to talk and was only persistent because what Bobby held was beyond vital information.

“Kid. Settle down.”

“Settle down?! You broke into my house!”

“I need to know something.” Before the deer could speak again, Bobby charged at the buck, not with rage, but with pure terror. He cried heavily as he pummeled his muscular stomach with his fists, which apart from being annoying, meant nothing. “Get out! RIGHT now! I’ll call the cops!”

Stetson held both his wrists as he attempted to keep hitting. He wanted to yell at the hysterical teen, but he knew it wouldn’t help. He then shoved his knee into Bobby’s stomach, sending him crashing onto his back. He whined loudly as the deer then knelt to him, grasping him harshly by his t-shirt. “Did you kill my daughter?” His tone ice cold. This was a dreaded day for Bobby. As if the nightmares and self-loathing wasn’t enough. Here was her dad, facing the teen head on. “No! No!” Tears streamed down his face as he relaxed, showing Stetson a complete form of submission. Even if Bobby wanted to hurt him, the deer could split him in half with one hand.

Pinning the teen down with one hand, he reached into his vest and fetched the silver bracelet. “Connie, your friend told me you gave this too her. Where the hell did you get this?” Bobby took deep breaths, he remembered giving it too her. “I found it—in the dirt. Near my house.” He read the teen’s terror and wide eyes. He wouldn’t lie. Not now. Not while his life was on the line. Stetson knew liars. “When did you find it? Last week? Last month?”

“No! Last year—shortly after the incident.” Stetson’s tone remained monotone, he paused to think of Bobby’s words. “What incident?”

“The first time I saw a furry die in front of me. The doe.  My friend drove me home that night. I—I found it after he left. You see, her body. Her body was tied to the top of his truck.” Stetson shivered. The thought of Daisy ’s bloody corpse on top of some hunter’s truck was enough to make him want to snap the first neck he saw. Sadly, it would have been Bobby.

The deer went closer to the human, his muzzle nearly touching the teen’s nose. “You didn’t pull the trigger, did you? You didn’t want to see my little girl die.” Bobby shook his head ‘no.’ His face pale. “No sir. Please don’t kill me.” He cried again. Deep in thought, Stetson re-positioned himself. Now sitting cross-legged on the floor right by the teen. Bobby was about to get up until the deer shoved him back down with one hand, then with the other, he pulled out his hunting knife, playing with it between his hands once he knew he’d stay lying down.

Bobby whimpered softly. “So, you didn’t kill her. I believe you. You’re not the type. Who is the type though? Who do you hang out with?” Bobby’s crying wasn’t as obvious, now that he knew Stetson wasn’t some mindless killer. He had motive.

For so long, Bobby felt trapped by the hunter. “M-Marco Payne. He’s the one. He’s crazy!” Stetson’s ear flicked, he still played with the knife, keeping his gaze on Bobby, lying on his back and craning his neck to meet his eye.

“Marco Payne, huh? If you’re so against hunting furries, why do you hang out with him?”

“I-I’m afraid of him, sir. He’s a family friend. He s-said he’d get pissed if he couldn’t teach me how to hunt. He wants me t-to join him. I hate him, and I hate what he does.” Putting his knife away, Stetson stood up and reached his hand out to Bobby and hoists him up quickly.

Bobby stepped away from the giant deer, his breathing heavy as he whipped access tears away. “You tell me where he hangs out, and you’ll never have to worry about him again.” Bobby went from fear, to absolute relief.

Maybe Stetson wasn’t a demon, but an avenging angel. “Fincher’s Bar and Grill. It’s an hour from here. H-he and some hunting guys go there.” The two exchange phone numbers, at this point Bobby felt this guy was trust worthy. How odd was that? Usually the teen was quite private, but maybe having someone as big and strong as Stetson by his side wouldn’t be a horrible fate. “Send me the directions. Get a new hobby.” Feeling dizzy, Bobby nodded. “You aren’t going to kill me? For being involved?”

“You’re not the evil one, kid.” He gently pat Bobby’s shoulder before heading out. The teen quickly texts him the directions along with two of his friends who frequent the bar and who he’s met on occasion, Patch and Baldy. He watched the deer drive off. That was his first real encounter with a furry, he couldn’t help but think of his life. He thought he’d die today, but he didn’t. Maybe it was time to do new things. Darkness slowly took his heart-he met the father of the girl he let die. He watched Marco shoot a fawn. He didn’t do anything to stop it.

Going back inside, the teenager lied on the couch, closing his eyes he saw what he had so long ago. The fawn flopping to the grass, covered in blood. The more this image cropped up, the more he felt Stetson’s intervention was a good thing.

 

Forlorn- Teaser Poster

November is the PLANNED date-nothing is really set in blood. The first draft is complete and I have sent it to a few beta readers and editors. It’s 29 thousand words and will probably be a little over 100 pages.

 

forlorn teaser

Art by: Revie Wolfe’s Art, TheWonderbot’sWonderworks and Mspuglover’sArt

“Forlorn-Excerpt

The following is an unedited excerpt from a book I plan on self publishing.

He felt he was going downhill, further and further until the passageway barely gave off any outer light, but he would not lead a lantern to light the rest of the way as he saw a large hole straight ahead. Glowing with golden light, presumably lit by fire. The sound of the wind became less prominent as he went through the oddly placed gap.

The room is warm, below his feet is a ground of soft sand. Tyler slowly drew his sword, feeling the presence of something bigger than him in the room. He took a few more steps into the place. Seeing a lot of oddly placed items such as a large golden table, a few golden chalices. Keeping his footsteps as quiet as possible, he approached a few of these items. Dragons were known for hording treasure. It seemed he had found his. It all seemed surreal, his father had killed so many dragons and this one might be Tyler’s first. Perhaps he was more oblivious then his dad, for he had no idea the creature eyed him from a deep, dark corner of the room.

The dragon eyed Tyler’s back from where he stood. At nine feet tall, it wasn’t easy to hide, but in his own home he knew where all the secret passageways were. The fire barely illuminated his glowing yellow eyes. He kept his long tail and broad wings as silent as possible. Roasting him would be easy if that’s what needed to be done, truth be told though he was quite lonely. Thanks to dragon fighters around the kingdom, they were quickly revered, so he kept his distance from Nafton unlike the dragons that came before him.

Going on all fours, he decided to see what this knight was up to. Yes, to slay him was the obvious, but why not talk to someone? A rare opportunity had presented itself.  Tyler let out a large gasp as he felt a very large, clawed hand reach around his throat. Feeling his heart sink to the pit of his stomach, he knew this was the end. He had failed in his task already. A deep, booming voice came from behind him, not a yell, far from it. More stern.

“Drop your sword.” His soul filling with fear but also agitation as he did want to slay him. He had no way of attacking his opponent now. He was tricked and now had nothing else to do but listen. A bit of sweat wet down his forehead as he let go of the one thing that may keep him from life or death.

“It is surreal to be here with such a creature of legend.”

The red scaled, tall monster gently sniffed Tyler, getting a sense of who he is. Hearing his heart rate, which was erratic. Fearlessly, he let go of Tyler’s throat and backed away.

“A legend? I thought you people thought of my kind as things that need to be destroyed.”

Tyler knew he could take this opportunity to maybe better his opponent. Picking his sword up and charged at the beast, perhaps the dragon was slightly outsmarted as the knight seemed to skittish at first, the sword didn’t hit the dragon’s chest, it wouldn’t have time. Standing on his two hind legs, he shoved the knight to the ground, lying on top of him. Pinning him and gripping his wrist which held the sword like a vice. Tyler grunted as he took his other hand, reached into his boot and pulled out a secret dagger. He slammed the metal end into the creature’s chest. It snapped upon impact into his hard shell of a chest. His father had not lied in his journals. Dragon’s had that outer shell for protection.

His underbelly a golden color, went well as upper body was a nice red color which shined due to the scales. He kept himself quite clean even though he hadn’t seen another individual for a few years.

“You are persistent. However, I sense you’re an amateur.” Trying to keep a stern, heroic face Tyler retorted. “Do not judge me, beast.” The dragon growled low and nearly went nose-to-nose with him.

“You wouldn’t call a human just ‘human’. Orpheus is what you’ll call me. I might as well die with one person knowing who I am.” Orpheus couldn’t have had that much of a death wish. Maybe he was egging Tyler on? Maybe he wanted to kill a knight? Is that what most dragons did? Was he following what so many of his kind had done?

He got up from on top of the knight, standing on back legs. Towering over him and eyeing his body. He looked quite unique. How human he looked, but all his features reptilian and dragon-like. Their eyes met, standing up Tyler thought he would have an opportunity to fight this beast. Something stopped him. The dragon stepped closer, maybe giving Tyler a shot? “Will you strike me like others have for so long?” Getting to his feet, the young knight picked his sword up. He could attack him, but his heart told him not to. He was here, all the preparation, the reading, the practicing. All led to this. Nothing but words exchanged. Tyler put his sword in its sheath.

“Orpheus, I maybe a knight who is an adequate fighter. Maybe I’m noble, though I doubt it. Unless you strike first, I won’t kill you or attempt to kill you.” The beast cocked his head, his eyes narrow slowly as he crossed his arms. His broad shoulders relaxed.

Truth be told, it wasn’t how intimidating he was. Tyler knew Orpheus wouldn’t be small. Something else was there, something Tyler didn’t think he’d see. A soul. Behind his yellow glowing eyes and buff exterior, a voice full of emotion. If he could emote, that meant he could feel. Could he kill someone who was so intelligent and didn’t want to hurt him back? Sighing, Tyler sat on a near by rock, Orpheus sat a few feet across from him, crossing his legs.

“I’ll give you this. You’re different from every other knight who has come through here.”

Tyler took a sip from his water jug, his deep, authoritative voice bounces in his brain. Something about the dragon is so appealing and so mysterious. Beautiful even.

Never taking his eye off Orpheus, he looked straight into the beasts’ eyes. “I’m not risking my life to show a bunch of townspeople that I can slay an individual who didn’t strike first. That would make me a coward. If I am a true knight, I’m sworn to valor and virtue and upholding the weak. That is what my heart says as well.” Orpheus looked to the ground. “So, this is goodbye?” Tyler stood up, collecting his sword and checking his mild wounds from the short scuffle. “I assumed you wouldn’t want to see me traversing here again.” Standing up, Orpheus’ tone went low.  “I was hoping you would. Come back.” Tyler’s face turned red for an instant. “I can. Yes.”

The dragon smiled slightly. “You live within Forlorn, correct?” Tyler nods. “If so, you should get going before nightfall.”

Havenport Farm- SNEAK PEEK!

Read the full story: https://equusproductions.wordpress.com/2018/06/08/havenport-farm-a-furry-story/

Chapter 2- Now

Jacob did not show up the day after, which was odd. Perhaps he was sick or had a family emergency. It wasn’t until the day after, darkness would begin to set in.

CJ bailed hay by lifting the thin ropes that bonded it all together and hoisting it into its proper spot. The sun wasn’t out on this day. Clouds were overhead, but the weather was warm, his usual short sleeve flannel, jeans and brown hiking boots did just fine today. A soft breeze blew through the area. looking out at the workers a few feet in front of him, he smiled calmly. He stood across from the work place, where all his friends mingled. The barn stood handsomely against the sun, still early in the day. The place where CJ stood was a shed full of hay to be delivered to a large company for various materials. As he turned to face his work, lifting the hay into the bed of his truck parked close by, his pointed ears twitch to the sound of footsteps behind him. Being that he was a horse, the police dog didn’t want to frighten him. The grey wolf spoke in a serious and calm tone.

“Excuse me sir, are you CJ?” He turned with a soft smile, his tail swished momentarily, he used his hand to wipe a tiny bit of sweat from his forehead. He removed his work gloves and approached the canine.

“Yes officer, may I help you?” He nodded and took out a pen and paper, a tingle of nervousness when through the horse. Of course, he was always nervous, that was how horses were for the most part. Skittish and always awaiting a bad fate that typically never came.

“One of your co-workers, Jacob Brown has been missing since last night. We contacted his family, they’re shook up. We’ve tried calling a few of his friends as well. No sign of him for a full day.” Thoughts swirled through the horse’s brain. Where he last saw his favorite co-worker and friend?

CJ wiped his hands on his pants, then crossed his arms slowly. “Henry dropped Jacob off at around noon yesterday. Maybe he knows something?”

Sitting in the house away from the crowd, CJ sat with his elbows on his knees and eyeing his feet. Jacob seemed so naïve and innocent, why was he suddenly gone? Perhaps someone took him, knowing full well he wasn’t strong? Someone who lived close by? One of his own family members? Perhaps someone at school was holding a party and he didn’t come home? All these options were brought up and spoken of. He imagined the worst. Henry approached the horse, the dog shrugged slowly.

“He seemed fine when I dropped him off yesterday.” Everyone’s tone around the home was full of worry and deep sadness. CJ glanced at Henry and stood up.

“I’m scared, Henry. I just get these awful images of him needing help and us clueless as to where he is.”

The dog placed a hand on the stallion’s shoulder. “If he’s not found soon, police are going to set up a search team.” With a nod, CJ went to listen to the various police dogs and his co-workers. Feeling sick and dizzy while doing so. Where was Jacob Brown? CJ grabbed a bottled water and sighed, leaning against a wall. His ears flat, this felt like some horrible nightmare.

Closing his eyes, CJ soaked in a warm bathtub, his eyes would never remain closed for long. His nostrils would flare at every noise coming from outside, however this was usual. Sudden noises were not something CJ enjoyed. Moving about the water, he sat up straight, always expecting someone to break in at a peaceful moment. Or Jacob. What a miracle it would be if Jacob stumbled in and the whole story was given. Odd, yes. But even if Jacob was afraid or even terrified, he’d know his human companion was okay. He could picture Jacob’s voice, picture his mannerisms. It hurt. More than any of his co-workers could know.

Two days pass, cops and the various anthros from town searched the farm. Looking through obvious places at first, contacting the high school he attended, talking to Jacob’s parents non-stop. The news of a missing human was big news, sadly it wouldn’t had been a generation before the human rights movements kicked in.

The town of Havenport was home to hundreds of anthros, all species and all sizes, but not one human as they were viewed as odd, pale skinned and hateful. Hateful because the towns with the most humans also had a good amount of hate towards anthros. Even in the modern era of Havenport, racism existed, but now humans were welcome and held jobs and had families. Sometimes they’d get an odd look or two, but for CJ, prejudice thinking was something that never crossed his mind. Jacob was a great worker on his farm and a kind hearted young man and that’s all that mattered. Maybe two or three co-workers were at first leery of Jacob, but time healed the false thinking and he was treated like anyone else. CJ was the one who gave Jacob his job, the one he liked to talk to the most, and the stallion wasn’t going to let his friend down. However hopeless the search got.

Some called his name, some looked in trees. A row of cops and townspeople, all looking for the missing. Behind the farm seemed an endless area of dense trees and tall grass, CJ rarely ventured here as the place was so wide, getting lost was very easy. Sometimes he’d go a few feet deep to get fire wood, but other than that, especially at night-the Havenport woods were a big ‘no way’ for the skittish horse. Going up and down little hills, officers spoke on there walkie talkies if any evidence was found, but always led to a false promise or something which looked like something else.

The looking continued as heavy clouds began to role in and the search party was wrapping up, CJ’s mind started to go to Jacob’s home life and school life. It was true while at work he seemed content, but he didn’t know a lot about what his evening activities were. His parents were sweet as far as he could tell, as Jacob and his mom and dad would often take walks to the farm and say hi even on days he didn’t have to work. Did anything go on behind the scenes? Maybe someone was troubling him? Maybe something at school? That seemed a bit more likely, teenage years were rough, maybe a bully scared him or, worse yet maybe school began to weigh on Jacob and he was self-harming? Just the mere thought of that made CJ nearly cry, was the secret that deep and depraved? Whatever the reason, everyone knew that it couldn’t have been something small. Something was going on with Jacob, and the answer may remain unknown if Jacob is never found.

The wolf officer from before eyed CJ before climbing into his cruiser, the sky pink with an orange hue overlooking the barn close by. The wind is warm, flies began to come out of hiding.

“Get some sleep, CJ. I know this is hard. We’ll find your friend.” Sighing, the horse eyed the woods absently, imagining how terrified Jacob must be. Sometimes imagining his corpse. Without a word, he left as the patrol car drove off, kicking up dust in its wake. Before stepping inside, he slowly moved his head from left to right, looking at the side with Havenport woods, then looking to the other side towards the farm and eventually to the dirt road which went on for miles.

Lying on the couch and looking at the celling, CJ not only felt the house was empty, but had an aura of sadness. He was always alone, but his heart felt alone. Even in pajamas and with most of the lights out, sleep didn’t come easy. It had been like this for a few nights, work had gotten depressing without Jacob’s optimism and cute shyness.

He could almost hear Jacob’s voice banging in his brain. Help! Please! I’m lost! CJ tried to force the sound out by closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. It felt so real. A cry for help he couldn’t answer. He needed sleep. The farm had to go on. Help! Please! I’m lost! He tried to convince himself to let the police handle it. I’m lost! What were they doing now? Sleeping? Working on other cases? The horse whispered to himself.

“Don’t worry. Let the cops handle it. They’ll find him tomorrow.” Tomorrow? What if they find his body tomorrow? What if the officer called CJ in the middle of the night. We tried our best, but I’m afraid Jacob’s body was found in a lake. Rubbing his eyes, CJ stood up and went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water.

The sound of crickets surrounds the place, the hum of the refrigerator provided a smooth ambience. Staring out a window in the kitchen, CJ’s ears flicked. Looking at his half-faded reflection in the glass, seeing his shirtless body. How he stood there. Doing nothing. It disgusted him. Doing nothing but staring at himself or trying to sleep. His friend was almost surly in trouble. CJ wouldn’t stand for it anymore. Briskly walking through his house, he took a quick shower, dressed in a white t-shirt, jeans and his hiking boots, packed a brown leather backpack with food, water, some extra clothes and pocketed his cellphone.

The fear was there, even stepping outside to his all too familiar territory this late at night provided a sense of eeriness. He tossed his bag in his backseat, made sure he had extra gas and in a blur, he was driving away from Havenport Farm. Away from the place he knew. Into an unknown world.

TO THE SLAUGHTER

 

PLOT: A cow wrecks vengeance on slaughterhouse workers in this horror / dark comedy. Inspired by Grindhouse Cinema from the 70s and 80s and low budget horror movies such as “ThanksKilling” and Troma Entertainment.

 

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A few years ago, I tried making this movie at my old place with a different mask. I got as far as filming scenes for it-but I didn’t have the right locations and I soon lost interest. The movie always sort of stuck in my mind thoguh as a movie I’ve always wanted to do and sat in the back of my brain for a couple years.

Once I moved to my new home, I knew I wanted to do a project since I had taken a long hiatus. I went through all different types of stories, but nothing stuck (however, I have a lot of future ideas now!)

I then watched a revenge movie entitled “Daddy’s Little Girl”, a dark and grusome movie about a father getting revenge on his daughter’s killer. It sparked an idea I had stored away…the story of a cow escaping a slaughterhouse and getting vengeance. However, I can’t take full credit for the idea. A few years ago, I had watched an animated short film entitled “Killgore”, and I was very much intiruged, but my movie I knew would be live action and not animated. So already, that created a world of difference in presentation. As awesome as that short is, I didn’t want to go with the same style. Killgore I feel is an 80’s action movie type deal, and something I didn’t want to just duplicate.

So, I went for 70’s grindhouse / cheesy horror. It worked for movies like “ThanksKilling” amazingly, so I felt I should do something in a similar light. I love animal centered stories and I love grusome horror plots.

In my new home, for the first time I had access to a large basement, and it proved to be excellent. As far as the script, it went through a few changes before being finalized. My next hurtle was victims. I knew Colin (the cow) couldn’t just kill the one slaughterhouse worker, then it would become to boring. Every year, we go to a huge hallween party, so with the help of my dad and his friend, John-the two agreed to help out and I got his two kids to preform as well. They had all been in a short film I made entitled “Trespassers”. Filming inside a new home is always a bit akward at first, but the folks running the party were awesome and let me use anything I needed.

As far as the female lead, the script had said “Lance’s wife”, but my dad (playing Lance) came up with the brilliant idea of the girl being his daughter. I totally went for it and I got one of his co-workers to be in the movie, it was her first time working on one of my films-but we ended up having a blast from start to finish.

With two new actors on this movie, a few new locations and a story I’m extrmely fond and proud of, I hope you enjoy this movie. It’s certainly one I am very proud of.

To the Slaughter- TRAILER

 

Not much more filming to do, so I thought I’d give you guys a taste! 🙂