John was knocked onto his ass by the scene. The wolf man quickly left the area, having carried a bag of likely stolen goods. John was stunned. This was the first time he had seen, in the flesh, something supernatural. Sure, he had seen the news broadcast, and the now much more believable hole in his neighbor’s house, but if a large muscle-bound wolf man doesn’t make you believe in the supernatural, nothing can.

He quickly got up, disoriented and very fearful of what he had just seen. He didn’t sign up for this. No, siree he did not. He started walking back to the bus station, before deciding it was likely a better idea to get there as quickly as possible, and started running.

Down the sidewalk he ran. There was little traffic today, and the cars he did see in the area seemed to be deterred by the wolf man seen bounding down this road.

As he turned the corner around the block, he felt a hand grab his shoulder, before feeling a powerful shocking force assault his body, knocking him down and temporarily stunning him. He saw his captor, a seemingly normal looking homeless man, who was ragged, and looked a little crazed. He likely was addicted to one form of drug or another.

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The man dragged John into the alley, and started trying to search him for money, when John regained control of his body and kicked the man away.

He felt angry, so angry. How dare this homeless man accost him for drug money? John felt the years of anger management therapy slipping away. The painting lessons, to control his burning rage. The struggle he had to reign in his hatred. All slipping away, as if freed by some supernatural force.

John grabbed a nearby rock in the alleyway and struggled to his feet. He would not run away again. He had run from his emotions. He had run away from his responsibility and education. He would not run.

John then, suddenly, as if it were all channeled away, felt his anger dissipate. No, not dissipate. He felt his anger move. It seemed to be channeling somewhere. Into the rock? What?

John looked at it strangely, as the homeless man smiled and tried to take advantage of his distraction, stepping forwards.

Then, John felt it. He felt the rock twitch.