Wendigo's Revenge

"Well, you see, I made a contract with God."

Peter blinked, giving Derek a flat stare. There was no way he was being serious right now.

"Well, I'm not actually sure he's God. Hell, he's probably a demon. All I know for sure is that his name is ▓▒░▓ ░▒▓░▓░ ▒░▓░ and in return for ▒▓░▓▓░▓░░▒ ▓▓▒▓▒░▒░░▓ ▒▒▒▓░▒, he brought me back to life." 

When certain words came out of Derek's mouth, instead of words, Peter heard only incomprehensible, overlapping screeches that stabbed his mind like knives. He clutched his head, saying, "What the hell, man? I didn't even know the human mouth could make noises like that. Could you not?"

"Hm? What do you mean? I was speaking normally."

Peter gave his brother a disbelieving look. "You're trying to tell me you didn't just scream like a banshee just now?"

Derek didn't know why, but he winced at the mention of a banshee's scream. "No, why? I was just telling you about my contract with ▓▒░▓ ░▒▓░▓░ ▒░▓░."

"Stop, stop, stop! That, there at the end, you did it again!"

"That's weird, I'm speaking normally, but his name sounds like screeching to you?" When Peter nodded, he continued, "So his name is censored for you somehow? How interesting."

Peter stared at his brother in horror. "You really contracted with a demon in order to come back to life?? And the 'censorship' is just 'interesting' to you?! What the hell were you thinking!! How are you not more worried about this?!"

Derek snorted. "Are you worried about me now? How cheap of you. You've already killed me once, so what's it to you?"

Peter's horrified expression turned to one of disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me," he muttered. He placed his head in his hands.

A scream sounded from the main section of the bar, followed by shouting. Derek listened pensively. 

Peter looked up, glancing from his brother's nonchalant expression to the door and back again. "Aren't you worried about what's happening outside?"

"Why would I be? It has nothing to do with me."

Peter wondered if his brother had always been so cold. Sure, his brother was pragmatic and could be incredibly overbearing, but since when had he become someone who would ignore screams of terror from nearby? Shouldn't he be at least worried that there was some threat or danger?

Unless… he was behind it? Surely not.

Looking at his brother as he calmly examined his nails, Peter realized something. For someone who had just been betrayed by the very person he was talking to, Derek had been remarkably loose-lipped and casual. He wasn't behaving like someone who saw the person in front of him as a threat, even though he'd been severely beaten, then killed, by that person two days prior. Why was that? What gave him the confidence to do so?

Was it because this was a trap?

Peter hadn't considered that before, but hearing the commotion outside and watching his cool-headed brother nonchalantly inspect his nails, a pit began to form in his stomach.

Without a word, Peter stood up from his chair, tore open the door, rushed down the hallway and into the main dining room of the bar -- where a horrifying sight awaited him.

Confused people made a wide berth around the body of a man whose neck had been snapped. There were people shouting, screaming, crying and trying to calm others down. Chairs were knocked over and a second body lay halfway on a table, its neck also snapped. None of this was what horrified him, though. His attention was on something else entirely.

A ghostly beast on four legs, back arched, with extra-long forelimbs and neck, jerked its head sideways to snap the neck of a third man, nearly tearing his head from his body. Its bony jaws released the man and he fell to the floor. More people screamed, several running obliviously through the Wendigo's intangible figure and out the door. The Wendigo stood up to its full height, spiky horns passing through the ceiling as it turned towards Peter and lunged.

Terrified, Peter let out a high-pitched scream, turning around and running towards where he hoped would be a back door. He flung it open and found a broom closet.

At that moment, the Wendigo caught up with him. It seized his head in its bony jaws and yanked sideways. Peter's neck snapped cleanly and the flesh tore, his head coming off entirely. 

The Wendigo dropped Peter's head to the floor. It rolled a little, a terrified expression still on his face. The Wendigo then walked straight through the walls of the broom closet and out of the building, in search of its next victim. 

Derek left a tip on the table and walked out of the back room. He had come here in these nondescript clothes, worn a black cloth over his face, and used the false name "Greg" to reserve the room so that no one would remember "Derek Remington" as having visited this evening. All that was left was to leave the bar via the back door and attend the party at Felrook Manor in order to solidify his alibi. He would need to get good and drunk while there, then return home in a few hours -- preferably long after the authorities had the chance to survey the scene. If the police visited his family before he came home, that would also be ideal. He needed to seem as unconcerned as possible. Since long outings were characteristic for him, returning home too quickly could draw attention.

He gave a cursory glance towards the corpse that used to be his brother. Indeed, Wendigo had done just as he had predicted. He'd missed the chance to see it, unfortunately, but there would be better opportunities. For now, he needed to proceed with his plan. So, he turned and left, careful to avoid any onlookers.

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"Wendigo's Revenge" Paranormal Event details

After being killed while protecting its young, an elk returns as a spirit, with wolf's teeth, an elongated neck, huge spindly antlers, the hands of a human and a malnourished, ghostly appearance, calling itself Wendigo. In search of revenge, but having lost most of its specific memories, Wendigo has sworn to kill "anyone who dared to take a life."

RULES 

 - Day and night, Wendigo roams human settlements in search of revenge. (300)

 - It is visible only to those who have taken a life intentionally. (200)

 - It is drawn to those who can see it. (200)

 - It can only kill those who can see it. (100)

 - It kills by snapping the neck of those who can see it. (200)

TOTAL COST: 1000 Paranormal Points

*Unwritten note: the smallest "life" that counts towards Wendigo's Revenge is that of a rat. Otherwise, all of humanity would qualify, since it's hard to avoid killing things as small as ants.