A Night of Wild Madness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic

this was awarded as "short story i would have read if it was a novel" by myheartisaradio, so why not?

A Night of Wild Madness

It was a dark night, but this night had the darkness on its side, for the moon did not once shine it’s lamp on the streets of London, thus it was harder to have spotted an angel that night. At the hour of the eleventh past mid-day, as the locals had called it, nearly all of its streets had grown barren, save for two unfortunate hermits that toiled nearby the famed Tower of his Majesty’s kingdom. The hermits were both men, both of them about the age of fourty, and were both formerly tolerable, but gave that up, as most men had, with spoils, and were weathering their poor lives in the cold, cold streets. The taller of the two, in his torn gray cloak, was a sailor of a fine fishing vessel; the other, wearing a soiled white shirt and a rather untidy and abused brown trenchcoat, had been the gardener of a very wealthy duchess. They were wandering about the night, but alas! The poor fools had not seen the red eyes that prowled closely by.

“I tell you, Squeak, this bloke’s a rather fascinating chap! Knew by his eye, when looking at me arms, that me used to be a fisher, he did! Truly, just as the papers said of him!” said the taller hermit, as they neared the closest streetlamp they saw.

“Oi! Them papers nuttin’ but a mouth of the guv’ment! Your addled brain was just tricked, methinks!” said the hermit named Squeak, as they finally arrived at the lamp.

“Not so, my friend, not so! This man had the eyes of God, knew all about me self, about me fishin’!”

“Ah, you twit, anybody with a mind can tells by yer arms that ye were a fisher! It ain’t nuthin but a bunch a tricks!”

As his friend was about to argue, out of the darkness, came a hunched figure that tackled the poor man, and shocked Squeak out of his mind. As he froze, shaking with terror, wondering what the devil was that, he heard the most horrific screams of pain and agony he had ever heard in his life, which came with the sounds that would have been that of a rabid mutt feasting on a steak. He came to, though rather slowly, and neared the hunched figure, he swore, by the heavens, that he could see that the supposed figure was covered in hair, and that the air smelled of fresh blood. Poor man, he was, as the figure stopped what it had been doing and turned to the hermit, and not a single breath escaped as the vile thing took the man’s life, ripping his flesh with a fury of which man had never seen. As the monstrous thing enjoyed its meal, it raised its ears.

The thing thought it had heard a footstep closeby. But to this vile thing, that would have been impossible! For this monstrosity was a werewolf, or as the locals called it, a bloodmutt. Just like that of the stories of so-called “biographers” of the wild, this bloodmutt had the hearing a man could only dream of! Aside from that, the bloodmutt had the claws of a rabid wolf, and the killing instinct of a learned hunter! And with all the superstitious folks spreading the word, day by day, surely nothing, and he believed, NOTHING would dare cross a creature like that!

The bloodmutt decided to howl, feeling confident nothing would so much as touch the devilish monster. That was when a hooded human came out of the same darkness , and kicked the bloodmutt right in the mouth. The creature stumbled back, both amazed and livid that something as clumsy as a human would dare attack him! HIM, the king of the night!

As the bloodmutt raised its head and snarled at the hooded man, the man simply chuckled in amusement, before saying…

 “Oh dear, I seemed to have bothered the poodle.”

Insulted by the comparison, the bloodmutt ran at him with a rage, thinking this man was nothing more than that of a pup, a weak and utterly insignificant biped that would regret his words. But that was for naught, as the man leapt over the bloodmutt, and stabbed his hands with two sturdy daggers and stuck them to the wall of the Tower.

The bloodmutt, in shock, attempted to release itself from the wall, but was met with futile resistance, and was forced to watch as the man slowly brought out a revolver, and armed himself with the cure, the famed silver bullet.

“You know,” the man said, as the bloodmutt howled and roared in a fury, attempting its futile effort to escape its fate, “even with all that power…that agility…that performance…you are still nothing but a mongrel…” and the man shot the bloodmutt’s head, after which the bloodmutt slowly transformed back into a well built, naked man, signifying the end to his reign of terror.

“Impressive, hardly 20 years of age, and already you have killed so many nightdwellers…” the man heard, as he turned to face a stunning lady, dressed in a fine black dress, and sporting a fashionable feathered hat. He realized this was his mentor, his incredible teacher, the famed Miss Staffwell.

He bowed as a sign of respect to his master, but she laughed and told him to drop the formalities.
“Oh, Daniel, still such a gentleman? Even after killing a man…well, a monster?”

“One must give respect to where it must be adhered to, especially when a foolish pupil sights his master…”

“Well, then maybe you must learn to have more self-esteem, my promising disciple…” she said, as she gave him a letter. Daniel sighed, as he knew these were new orders, symbolizing another night of blood and battle.

“Another night dweller?” asked Daniel. His mentor merely smiled, as she disappeared once again into the shadows. Daniel then took his daggers, and disappeared, heading once more to a night of wild madness.

Submitted: February 21, 2013

© Copyright 2020 Mikey CD. All rights reserved.

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Nice story....Well done!

Thu, February 21st, 2013 4:28pm


glad you liked it. =D

Thu, February 21st, 2013 1:52pm


I didn't even realize that this one was for the contest until I scrolled back up after read the summary thing :P Awesome, I'm participating too!

I like the fact that you tried to really emulate the colloquialisms of england in the 1800's. It works well :)I'm kind of hoping you turn it into a novel rather than just a short story though. I can see the potential with a monster hunter type group in the past. Quirky characters and supernatural events are my poison - I love them! Another awesome read, I'm happy I took some time out of my day to do so :) Good luck in the contest, and if you want, check out my entry too :P It's the one called "Like Clockwork"

Thu, February 21st, 2013 4:46pm


ah, i'll be sure to read that! don't worry about the novel idea, i'm just stuck on some things. i'll try to get right to it!

Thu, February 21st, 2013 1:53pm


At first I had no idea what was going on but then the story itself slowly unraveled. I love how you told it. I could see everything clearly, well written! Gets a like from me and I hope you win the contest too!

Thu, February 21st, 2013 6:50pm


aw, thanks!

Thu, February 21st, 2013 1:54pm

Future Author

Mikey CD,

Before I read your other comments, I must say what a wonderful story you have here! I didn't want to the other comments changing my mind because I know one author above does give great crticism... Anywho, this is my opinion: I saw that this story was for a contest. I love contests, so naturally, I went to go check it out. Now, your story for my Christmas contest was amazing. Though it was in the top 10 of my contest and you only recieve one reading request for your prize, I still think it should have been in the top three, as should the other 15 top stories! Never in all my life on Booksie have I ever read such good stories! Now, you might think that that specific contest and story have nothing to do with this one, but it does. I personally think that you should win this contest! I haven't read the other entries yet, but this story was amazing, capturing all the rules from the contest. You really had me picturing the old times with the dialogue you had. Oh my gosh, that was fantastic!!!!! It is hard to write dialogue in that fashion, but it was perfect. It sounded exactly like a Londoner in that time period. Wonderful job indeed and good luck in the contest! :D

~future author.

P.S. I have a contest called, "Chapter Link Contest." Maybe you would like to check it out. It's different than my last two contests and I need more participants. Was it you who thought of the idea for "All Roads Lead to Revenge?" Well this contest is kind of like that, but different and more organized. Please come check it out because I love and need your gift! :D

~future author

Thu, February 21st, 2013 10:18pm


ah, good friend, you really give me hope! thank you so much! as for the chapter link contest? well, you'll see...=D

Thu, February 21st, 2013 2:35pm


Omg this was sooo accurate when it came to the whole Victorian accent thing! Very well done, you pulled it off successfully! xD I bet even I couldn't write a dialog as awesome as that! The plot was wonderful too, hats off to you Mikey! What I would call a good steam punk! The last lines were.....BRILLIANT! Really good ending to the story , I'd hate to have seen it end in any other way xD Good luck, I sincerely hope you win! ~

Fri, February 22nd, 2013 2:18pm


hahahah, hearing those words from you gives me joy, so thanks kat, thanks!!!

Fri, February 22nd, 2013 6:41am

Spyder Queen

A most excellent short story! Like the others that have commented, I would really like to see this as a novel, but don't feel pressured as though you MUST turn it into one, because then you will struggle with ideas and lose the story, and that would be tragic. Just take your time with it and think over some ideas. Daydreaming helps. That's how I acquire so many awesome ideas for my own stories :).

And now I shall have to investigate your other writings as well ;).

Sat, February 23rd, 2013 8:08am


thank you for your compliment and advice, sir, i will be sure to use it.

Sat, February 23rd, 2013 12:41am

Waylon Moosberger

I'm sorry I read this story late - I'm a procrastinator. But I did read MyHeartIsaRadio's steampunk contest results, and I'm glad you were mentioned! Nice story!

Sat, February 23rd, 2013 11:07pm



Sat, February 23rd, 2013 4:02pm


This was pretty cool! XD Thanks for the reading request! I very much enjoyed this:D


Sun, February 24th, 2013 3:15am


no, thank you! I mean it!

Sat, February 23rd, 2013 8:11pm

Ice Winifr3d

This story is bomb. The dialogue, the pace, the plot, the characters, the writing style itself. Everything was perfect! This story actually made my day! You're an awesome writer and bravo! :D This is gold!

Tue, February 26th, 2013 12:35am


and now, thanks to you, this comment made my day!

Tue, February 26th, 2013 2:14am

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