Blackhound: An Origin Story

Blackhound

Life isn’t always cotton candy and rainbows. I have proof. One day while I was walking home a wolf followed, but no ordinary one. It scratched the back of my bedroom door, I opened it, and then it scratched me!

When I was 4, I grew wolf ears. When I was 9, I grew wolf fangs. It didn’t take me long to figure out I was a werewolf. As the rage grew in my veins, I grew stronger.

The next day I put on a hoodie. I went to school and sat in my seat, but behind me was a girl who hates me. In front of the class, she pulled off my hoodie.

The teacher saw my hideous face and called 9-1-1. The cops arrived, saw me, but I guess I they were scared, because the cops called the military.

Eleven Years Later

I am trapped in a military weapon center. My blood is used for missile fuel.

One day, a criminal bombed the center where I am imprisoned in order to take the government’s guns. In the process, he freed me.

I was never heard from again, or so people around the world thought.

Two Years Later

I live under a tree in tunnels that include my big over-sized computer, a kitchen and five rooms.

I was inside a store recently when I saw a bad guy trying to ‘harm,’ a.k.a. kill the checkout clerk. He wanted the store’s money. I camouflaged with the wall. The bad guy shot. I caught the bullet with my teeth, then I tripped him.

When the bad guy was on the ground, he asked, “Who are you?”

I said, “I’m Ms. Black.”

“Well, you’re not much of a miss, and you look more like a hound to me,” he argued, but

I saw fear growing in his veins.

“Then, I guess I’m Blackhound.”

Ever since, I have gained more and more respect from people around the world that I help.

Bad things happened to me, only so better things could happen to everyone.

Chapter 4: Uncle Jake’s Visit

 

Doom Clown princess

Jack and Ryan were concerned because Uncle Jake was coming to visit, and they didn’t want Doom Clown to ruin their fun with him.

There was a knock on the door.

“Hey, kids, guess who?”

It was Uncle Jake!

Behind the door, Doom Clown stood with a knife, ready to surprise him.

Jack opened the door, and the two brothers quickly dragged Jake through the living room into their bedroom closet.

“Well, I’m glad to see you guys, too, but you hurt my arm … and how about a hug? And what’s with all the secrecy?”

“Shush!” Jack said. “Sorry about the arm, and here’s a hug.”

Both boys embraced their uncle.

“But we’ve got a problem,” Ryan said. “There’s a homicidal clown running around the house, and we need you to help us stop him!”

At that moment, there was a scream.

Autumn, the boys’ little sister, was in trouble. Or so they thought.

They ran to her bedroom and found Doom Clown, seated at her bureau, screaming like a girl.

Autumn was putting makeup on him, making him look like a princess.

Doom Clown looked pretty. And terrified.

“Now’s our chance!” Jack said. “Go for it, Uncle!”

Jake hesitated.

“Well, this isn’t really my style, but she is kind of cute … hey, lady, are you single?”

“What?” Ryan said. “This ain’t no time for shenanigans … Get him!”

“That’s a HIM?” Jake said.

“Yes, and he’s a maniac!” Jack said. “Stop him!”

“Fat chance, suckers!” Doom Clown said.

He pressed a button on his watch and disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

“Oh, no, he escaped!” Ryan said.

“Ha, ha, ha!” Doom Clown said.

But when the smoke cleared, they realized he hadn’t escaped at all.

He was stuck. In the mirror.

“Oh, no!” said Doom Clown. “I must have pressed the wrong button on this darn watch …”

“Lucky us,” Jake said. “Looks like we get the last laugh, after all.”

“Maybe, this time,” said Doom Clown.

The mirror swirled in smoke and his face faded in the darkness.

“But I’ll be back … I’LL BE BACK!”