Pc Perk

By Paddy Cole

Copyright 2025, May

Northeast Kingdom Media

Weekly Episodes of this story of the dark realm of life. Lycans who have derived from ancestral beings push their limits trying to create an army of beast to ensure their legacy, family bloodlines and power. The darkness doesn’t go unseen by the light. The clash of good and Evil goes back since the beginning of time and there is no telling when it will stop. The lengths the unholy go, will shock and surprise you, and may even kill you, this reality that travels parallel to our own existence is just around the corner and only a few can see. The darkness has rules it must follow, but have they found a way to break them and overcome the light? This may be a war, but nobody is protected. What happens in the dark always comes to light, or does it?

Episode 1. 1999 -26 years ago

Marcus remembered, even though his recollection was blurry; he had never forgotten the details.  It was July of 1999; his family had just moved to New Hampshire.  It wasn’t much different than Indiana, just not as flat.  He was 9 years old.  This cool night reminded him of sitting outside and looking out into the fields in Owensburg, Indiana.  Owensburg was a small-town, close-knit community, it had its secrets.  The Clyde family was right in the middle of those secrets, some would say they were the reasons for the secrets, others would say the secrets needed to be kept.  Marcus looked at the campfire.  He knew what was coming.  He heard the chanting.  He smelled the flesh of the deer burning.  Everyone around him was covered in their robes.  The hoods covered their heads and faces, but he knew his father was next to him, he felt protected, he smelled his scent.  He didn’t like it when his father was like this, it scared him, but recently, he had been getting used to it.  The move to New Hampshire required a lot of sacrifices, a lot of war, and a lot of murder.

 His mother was somewhere in the circle, but he didn’t bother to even try and sense where she was.  Marcus wasn’t her first born; she had her own boy that was hers.  She wanted him, her boy Rory, to be “The” next, but he didn’t have both bloodlines.  He was her boy, her first born, but his father was just a clubber, a fighter, not a leader, or Alpha, like Willis, Marcus’ father. 

Marcus knew what was coming.  His Family, half of their Pack had moved to New Hampshire to unite with another bloodline who was amid a war.  Marcus was to marry a yearling, who was the same age.  They would marry in 9 years when both were legal by human laws.   There was some business that had to be dealt with first.   Marcus had to defeat another wolf pup before it could be arranged.  If he lost, his family would move back to Indiana, and Marcus would probably lose his nobility if he survived.  Marcus looked at the fire.  He heard the witch speak the names of his ancestors from before the flood.  Her voice spoke in rhythm with the flames. She spoke each name, down to his father’s name.  His ancestors- that were bred from Fallin angels.  The names who he had studied since he could read.  He understood the importance of them from his parents and grandparents, but they didn’t mean much to him yet.   Willis touched Marcus’ shoulder, the surge of energy Marcus felt almost took his breath away.  Marcus then heard a man’s voice.  It was the Warlock that traveled from Indiana with the family.  His father’s most trusted advisor Helnwein.  Marcus never really liked the way that Helnwein spoke, with such authority and arrogance.  The man always thought he knew what was best, Marcus didn’t understand why his father was friends with the man. 

Helnwein started speaking in a language Marcus didn’t understand.  The campfire matched the man’s rage, as he spoke louder, the campfire rose.  Helnwein looked at Marcus, then brought his hands down, he waved his hands towards Nathan, standing on the other side of Helnwein.  This was the boy who was to face Marcus for the yearling bride. 

Marcus closed his eyes, hoping this was a dream.  He wasn’t nervous until this point.  He looked at his father for comfort, but his father stared straight, with his hood still on.  Marcus nudged his father’s arm, hoping to receive some support, but his father didn’t budge, he kept looking straight.  Marcus looked for his mother but knew better, she probably wanted him to die.  He looked at Helnwein.  Helnwein nodded to Marcus to move forward.  Helnwein moved to the side and the young pup Nathan stood staring at him.  Nathan looked ready, he was breathing hard, and his transformation was almost complete.  Marcus stared as the boy grew taller, his hands turned to paws, and his teeth stretched down from his gums.  Marcus’ 9 years on this earth, he had never felt this fear.  He knew this was real.  He had that turning in his stomach, and in his mind, he just wanted to go to bed.  He wanted to lie under the covers and hide. 

Nathan growled. 

Helnwein looked at Marcus.  He moved his hands in a circular motion, as he chanted.  Marcus felt the urge, the rage and the emotions swirling through his body.  He felt the power in his hands that were slowly turning into paws.  He felt his gums hurt but felt good at the same time.  His rage filled, and as he looked at Nathan, he felt and knew he was more powerful than this young pup.  He stared at Nathan. Anger grew, hatred grew and the confidence also grew.  Marcus wanted to rip his throat and eat his viscus.  Marcus could differentiate the changes in his mind.  He knew just three seconds ago he was scared and wanted to run, but he understood what he was, and in this state, he knew he was a killer, he knew he was an Alpha.  He quickly scanned his emotions, for fear or for second thoughts, on what was about to happen.  Nothing, his mind was focused on a bloodthirsty lust that could only be quenched by killing. His hunger for violence was making him stir crazy, his mouth was salivating, the crowd was becoming a blur.  He understood this wouldn’t come without consequence, but this was their life, for generations before him and generations after, this is the way they decided bloodlines, this was a sacrifice to all that was unholy.  He had been taught this, whether he liked it or agreed with it, this was who he had to be.  He knew he would regret what came from this, because he knew he was going to kill the boy.  If he didn’t, he would either be killed or shunned then force to live by himself with this curse.  He was only 9, but that didn’t mean anything.  He had seen worse things done to 9-year-olds in this “pack.”  Marcus told himself he would never be a victim, so he did and said what was needed to survive. 

 His thoughts now were to handle business, because if he didn’t, Nathan would handle his.  Marcus looked at his father.  Willis still had his hood on, but Marcus could smell the excitement and the power radiating from his father.  Marcus turned.  He looked at Helnwein.  Helnwein smiled and nodded.  Helnwein said the sacrifice prayer then looked at both boys.  He stepped back.  He made the motion with his hand for them to move towards each other and fight.

Marcus stepped forward.  Nathan moved back.  Marcus looked at the boy that turned to a pup, and knew this boy was just doing as he was told also, but just like their fathers, they fought and killed others Lykens, werewolves or humans when needed.  So, he knew this was it, his first.

  Marcus looked at Nathan’s feet.

 He quickly looked up and when he did, Nathan lunged and came with snout first, as he nipped Marcus’ nose, the warmth of Nathan’s breath entered his nostrils. 

Marcus quickly moved forward as Nathan stepped back.

 Marcus swung and with his right paw open, he connected with Nathan’s jaw.

  Marcus then quickly swung his left and when his paw connected, he grabbed Nathan’s head.

Marcus brought his right paw up and cupped Nathan’s head, he pulled his head close and went straight for Nathan’s snout.  Nathan quickly responded and their teeth scraped against each other.

Marcus started pushing, with his strength he started pushing Nathan back.  Nathan was back pedaling and lost his balance as they crashed into the onlookers.

Nathan fell back.  He hit the ground. 

Marcus landed on top of him. 

Nathan brought up his back legs and tried to push Marcus off him, but Marcus stayed dominant, 

Nathan’s paws were scratching everything he could, trying to push Marcus away, Marcus felt the flurry, but Nathan was not strong enough to move Marcus, he saw an opening.  He saw the neck.  Marcus went straight for the throat.  He opened his blood thirsty mouth and grabbed a hold.

Nathan tried to push him off, but Marcus had his full weight on top of Nathan, and his teeth digging into Nathan’s throat. 

Marcus started to shake his head wildly, as he did, he started tasting blood.  He had fur in his mouth, Marcus shook a few more times, then a yelp came from Nathan. 

Marcus pushed off and slid off the pup.

Marcus looked at the crowd, they were engaged, they watched with excitement.  Nathan started to get up, his back was facing Marcus, Nathan obviously shaken and dazed, then Marcus struck again, this time biting Nahan in the back of the neck.

Nathan yelped, this time louder, Marcus shook his enemy, and the yelping became more intense. 

Nathan’s legs were off the ground and Marcus was moving the young pup, this young, scared boy, as if he was a toy. 

Marcus shook until the yelping stopped.  He dropped Nathan.  The sweet sultry taste of blood fueled Marcus, he wasn’t done.

He scanned the crowd.  He saw his father watching intently, he saw a woman with her hood off, staring intently.  That was Nathan’s mother.  She was shell-shocked.  Marcus looked at Helnwein.  Helnwein didn’t budge or show any emotion.  Marcus saw Nathan try and get up. Nathan was half boy half pup at this point.  Nathan was finished. 

Marcus looked at his father, his father nodded, with approvement.  Marcus walked towards Nathan now kneeling, trying to get himself up.  Marcus pushed him down.  Then rolled Nathan on his stomach, then went in for the kill.

The onlookers knew what was coming, the instinct of a Lycan was to kill.  The instinct to rip the spine out of another Lycan during battel was embedded in their DNA. 

Marcus lunged at Nathan who was almost back to being a young 9-year-old boy.  His paws reached Nathan’s back and as they touched the flesh, Marcus was knocked off his feet.  He landed on the ground and looked to attack whoever had stopped him.  His back was on the ground and as he looked up to coordinate his attack.  It was his father.  Marcus’ growl sounded deep, his mind was still in kill mode, but once his father growled back and placed his snout in Marcus’ face.  He knew the Alpha spoke and he had to comply or get punished.  He lowered his head and bowed.

Willis stood up.  He offered help to his son.  Marcus got up.  Nathan’s mother was already shielding her son and comforting the injured boy. 

Marcus wasn’t sure if he crossed the line, he was nervous that he had done something wrong.  He felt his body change, the anger went away, he fell to his knees.  The transformation from Human to Lycan and Lycan to human still hit the young boy hard, his body was numb, his mind was floating.  He took a breath and fell to the ground again and when he looked up at his father his father was standing over him, back in human form.  He helped up his son and walked him away from the area.  They walked to where Helnwein was standing. 

“You fought good son.” 

Marcus nodded.  “Thank you for stopping me.”

“Marcus, an Alpha knows when to kill, and when to just correct.”  Helnwein paused, he looked at Willis, then back at Marcus.  “Your father has been alpha all these years because he understands the dynamic of a Pack.  You lead with authority, not violence.  The pack will turn on you if a killing is not just.”

“I didn’t want to kill him.  I just, just couldn’t stop myself.”

Willis put his arm around his boy.  “You will learn to control the urge, but until then, that’s why I am here.”

Marcus looked at his father.  He smiled.

Helnwein interrupted the moment like he always did.  “Willis.  They are here.  Tonight, our pack grows bigger.” 

Willis and Marcus turned around.  There were 10-15 people standing behind their pack.

Helnwein walked towards Willis.  He leaned into Willis and spoke into his ear.  “If this doesn’t work, it might get bloody.  Werewolves are unpredictable.

Willis looked at his son.  “Spread the word, but silently that we may need to kill.”

Willis and Helnwein walked towards the new group. 

Marcus watched them.  He looked at the pack.  He looked at his half-brother standing next to his mother.  He nodded, his brother nodded back.  He walked over and told Rory what his father said.  Rory went one way and Marcus went the other.  Marcus hoped it wouldn’t get bloody, but the stories he had heard about werewolves, made him nervous and this group looked tough and unfamiliar.

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