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Date Posted: 12:01:41 10/17/00 Tue
Author: Slyck
Subject: Page 3 and 4

"Dear Son, 03/06/92
We hope you are doing well. How is your stay with the McIvory's? Are you behaving yourself? Just asking, you know us parents. How are you doing in school? Studying hard, we hope. Then again, you always do.
The weather here is very cold and dry. I know you have a keen interest in what we do and we are so very proud of that. That is why we have put together this latest trunk full of items for you to study. We know we say this a lot, but we are very proud of you. It is not everybody that gets excepted to college when they are only a junior in high school. We think you will find particular interest in the medallion we have included. We haven't figured out what it exactly means but we have faith that you will be able to shed some light on the subject. We can't wait to hear your thoughts on it.
Well, that is all for now. Make sure you're not giving the McIvory's to much trouble. And good luck in the district playoffs this coming weekend. You thought we forgot, didn't you? We wish we could be there to see you play. Our thoughts are with you. And let us know about your latest project you are working on. See you soon.
Your Loving Parents,
Dad and Mom"

Hank Prime finished writing his letter to their son. He set his pen down and rubbed his eyes and cracked his neck and knuckles. Glancing at his watch, he was amazed to see that it was midnight already. He turned around to look at his wife sleeping peacefully. He decided to get up and go outside to have a cigarette, since his wife didn't really like him smoking anyway. Hank Prime parted the tent flaps and stepped out into the cool, crisp night air. The full moon light bathed his tall, dark figure. He reached into his upper left jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of D'Jarms, his favorite brand of cigarette. He then pulled out a zippo from his jeans pocket. He lit his cigarette and took a long drag on it. He let the smoke slowly roll out his mouth and swirl around his head. He was thinking to himself how much he like the smell of cloves when he heard the sound.
Just as he was spinning around to see where the sound was coming from, he had to quickly duck to avoid being hit in the head by a flying body. The body flew past him and slammed into a tree with an audible thud. Hank rushed over to see if the person was all right. As he approached the body, he was horrified to see the face of one of his guards. What was even more disturbing was the fact that most of the guard's midsection was ripped open and his ribs were split wide apart.
As Hank Prime raced for his tent, he could hear the screams of the other guards he had posted. He rushed past a sleepy Bradford, who was just emerging, from his own tent.
"What is ……." Was all that Hank Prime heard as Bradford quickly fell behind. Then, out of nowhere, Bradford's head went screaming over Hank Prime's left shoulder. As it passed, Hank could see the horrified look frozen on Bradford's now bodiless head.
"Poor bastard," Hank mumbled to himself. He did not stop though. He knew if he stopped, his life would be over.
Mrs. Emily Prime had just woke up from all of the noise coming from outside. She jumped out of bed and sprinted to the far side of the tent and to the gun cabinet. She removed two, double-barreled shotguns and a box of bullets. She was loading the guns when her husband came rushing into the tent.
"Here," shouted Emily as she tossed Hank one of the guns. "They're loaded with silver bullets. Is it them?"
"Yes." Was all that Hank replied as he raced out of the tent. The site before him was truly gruesome. Body parts were all over the campsite. As he looked around, he noticed someone's leg here, someone else's head there. As he cocked his gun, he shouted, "Come get some, you motherless sons-of-a-bitches from hell!"
With an earth-shattering roar, a large, muscular shape came darting out of the surrounding darkness. As the thing rapidly drew closer, Hank set himself and let go with both barrels. At the same instant, the thing crouched low, as if ready to spring forth. The full force of both barrels caught it square in the face, nearly decapitating it. The now smoking corpse dropped to the ground with a satisfying thump. Hank watched as the big, burly form transformed back into a human.
"Werewolves, I knew he was involved." Muttered Hank as he kicked the squirming figure. He heard a sound behind him and spun around to find himself face to face with a werewolf. Cursing himself for not reloading his gun right away, Hank fumbled in his pocket for the shells. The werewolf smiled a big, black toothed grin and Hank could smell rotting flesh on its breath. Just as he had to turn his head to keep from vomiting, he heard a thunderous explosion and then he was covered in blood and gore. He turned to look back at the werewolf and noticed that he could now look through the left side of its head and see his grinning wife's face.
"Thanks," Hank said, as he looked down to quickly reload his gun. When he looked back up, he was mortified to see the biggest damn human he had ever seen standing behind his wife. As he raised his gun, the human simply raised its massive fist high into the air and held it there ready to strike.
"Emily!, Emily!," Hank shouted, all the while cursing that Emily was in his line of fire.
Emily saw her husbands face and saw that immediately that something was terribly wrong. She turned around and gasped as she saw the last thing in her life; a giant fist crashing down into her neck, snapping it like a puny twig.
Hank stood in stark shock as he watched his wife's lifeless body fall limp to the ground. He then released both barrels of his shotgun. But the human was already gone. Hank quickly looked around for the bastard that just killed his wife. Racing over to where his wife's body lay, Hank Prime was truly terrified for the first time in his life. He always thought that he and Emily would live forever. Now he knew that to be just a fantasy. His wife's dead body a cold reminder of that fact.
As Hank bent over to cradle his wife's body, he kept repeating over and over again, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I love you very much."
And then a noise behind him brought Hank Prime crashing back to his senses. As he lunged for his gun, a big, muscular arm shot out of the darkness and snatched his gun. As Hank sat there, the sound of metal being twisted in two could be clearly heard. Then, out of the darkness, a lump of metal landed next to Hank. Looking over his right shoulder, he could see that the twisted hunk of metal used to be his shotgun. And, with unmistakingly certainty, Hank Prime knew that he would be joining his wife tonight.
With an audible hiss, and an eerie mist suddenly appearing, a huge, muscular man rose out of the darkness, like the devil himself rising up out of the fiery pits of hell. With unnerving intention, he walked up to and stood right before Hank Prime. Looking down at him, the giant man laughed a laugh that sounded like a million shards of broken glass being rubbed together.
Hank Prime was cursing himself for two reasons. For one reason, he had just soiled himself, and the second reason was because he knew he was facing the man who possessed the other lost medallion of Merlin. For here was a man like none he had ever seen before. His head was completely shaved except for a ponytail in back of his head. He actually had the medallion hanging from his neck. His muscles seemed to strain to free themselves form his skin. He stood well over six feet tall and every part of him seemed to scream out that he was completely in

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