In the Moon
A werewolf? To the bloody bright side of the Moon?
“Whose fucking idea was it?” the Chairman said, his face and knuckles growing pale. “Remind me.”
“Yours, Chairman,” the man in the torn and bloody black suit muttered, backing even further away into a glass and chrome corner.
“Mine?” the Chairman asked slowly, tilting his head to the left a little. “You’re telling me I told you to send a real werewolf there? A fucking werewolf? To the bloody bright side of the Moon? And what, now I don’t remember it?”
“Yes, Chairman,” the man whimpered, falling on his knees.
“Yes WHAT!?”
“Yes, it was your command to send him there. In hibernation, you told us to send him there in hibernation,” the man said, now sobbing. “And yes, you don’t remember now. Please, let me go!”
“Why?” the Chairman roared, now a step closer to the man. “WHY?!”
“Which?” the man breathed.
“EITHER!” the Chairman barked. “BOTH!”
“You wanted to see what effect being on the Moon would have on a werewolf, if it made him more powerful. And it has, it really has,” the man whispered. “And you’re forgetting you’ve made us do it is because — ”
“OUT WITH IT, MAN!”
“ — because he’s your brother!” the man shouted in terror. “You didn’t tell us you were brothers! You didn’t tell us the two of you were linked by blood! You didn’t tell us you were a werewolf too! You’re forgetting because the Moon is flowing through his blood into you! And you’re changing! The monster! In you! Can’t! Remember! You are — ”
He fell silent, eyes wide with fear.
The Chairman opened his mouth.
But not because he wanted to say anything.
