Free Splurge by Summer Goldspring

father what he was to be a part of, for the rest of his life.
    My father and the gang members regrouped that same night by the fire. The leader of the “Ripper” gang was welcoming my father into the gang.
    “There is nothing to fear, except God.” the leader said. The gang leader took a hot metal plate, and sealed the bite wound on my father’s leg, while other gang members held him down. My father screamed in agony as the hot plate was settled on his wound.
     
     
    It became like a tattoo. A scar of wolf bite was marked on his right leg.
    My father eventually became one of the top leaders of the “ Ripper” gang with his sharp hunting and leadership skills.
    It was pretty neat how fast people could move up when they were good at what they did. My father told me they all thought he was a dangerous daredevil.
    He got the nickname the “D-Devil” in the gang. He told me the gang sat by the fire many nights, and discussed an issue. The issue was vampires. The “Ripper” gang and vampires did not get along.
    The gang had alliances with other werewolf gangs in the country, and around the world. It was an ongoing war between werewolves and vampires.
    The war would not be over soon, and in fact, it would never be over until all the vampires were dead. For years there have been truces between the vampires and the werewolves. Even truces bet ween other werewolf gangs seemed hard to believe.
    The werewolves thought of vampires as evil beings.
    That war went back a long way, when vampires and werewolves used to compete for everything like who was faster, stronger, and smarter. It wasn’t just about fighting over land, it was always about who was better at what. It just became an all out war.
     
    The day that vampires and werewolves got along was the day werewolves grew wings, sang Joy to the World.
    The werewolves were especially concerned about vampires killing humans for food. Werewolves didn’t like that at all.
    Vampires didn’t like werewolves only because vampires only liked themselves. I guess most vampires were looked at as evil by nature.
    The last war the vampires and werewolves fought was brutal. The werewolves outnumbered the vampires. The vampires were torn to bits.
    The vampires were brave, and fought a tough fight, and went out like true vampires.
    Another war, the werewolves lost because the vampires came with swords, and werewolves were hacked to pieces.
    It was a bloody mess. My father learned to train with everything, so that if another war came, it would probably be a tossup on who would win the war.
    Another thing werewolves hated about vampires is how they recruited humans into their world, especially when it was unwillingly.
    The werewolves wanted to start another war with the vampires.
     
     
    The higher powers whether werewolves or vampires decided to work on more civil ways to resolve issues. The war days slowly vanished. They were indeed bloody and brutal wars.
    After my father’s story, we waited for the deer to arrive.
    An hour later we heard crackling. A deer had arrived. I prepared my rifle and scope. I was getting ready for the deer.
    I was going to get it with one shot, and make my father proud. The deer stood by looking around like they always did. I prepared my scope.
    I directed it to the deer’s heart, and I was looking for a nice clean shot to the heart.
    My father made me a little nervous because he was staring at my every move. Every second that my father stared at me, felt like minutes.
    It was agonizing for me to feel his eyes on me. This was not a test. This felt like it was a final exam, and I was under pressure.
    My father was talking me through the whole thing. I asked my father not to speak and he listened. I wanted to do everything on my own for a change, because I wanted to make my father proud of me.
     
     
    I didn’t want him to do everything for me like he always did. I prepared to pull the trigger on my rifle.
    My finger pulled back slowly, slowly, and POW! The