The Howling: Reborn Page #2

Thanks.

I didn't even know

anything was down here.

Where is everybody?

Don't worry.

It's a very exclusive guest list.

Whoa.

Who are these people?

They aren't students.

There are all kinds

of graduations, Will.

Consider yourself special for being

the youngest guest invited.

Stick out your tongue.

Now say hello

like I taught you, pet.

What... what was that?

Freedom.

We got something else for you.

She's yours, brother.

Happy birthday.

My plus one is here.

Yeah.

Me, here.

I had a hunch there was something

behind that civilized exterior.

- Let's dance.

- Oh no, I really don't do that.

I have a feeling you're gonna be doing

all sorts of new things tonight.

Can I ask you something?

Why Roland?

Why not?

Maybe because he has everything you

look for in a high school boyfriend...

yummy face, nice ass,

cool car,

chateau in the south of France.

Oh, so it's a spiritual thing.

He's a distraction.

Something for now.

Besides, he's the one

who asked me out.

I think most boys

are scared of me.

So you've never been serious

about anyone?

You mean in love.

It's not like

I'm incapable of love, Will.

I love the way this dress

hugs my ass.

But commitment?

Well, let's just say

it's more fun being free

and a danger to myself

and others.

Okay, my turn.

You've drawn enough pictures

of me to fill a gallery.

So why is it we've never had

a real conversation until this moment?

The accepted social order

of high school, I guess.

Where do you fit into

the accepted social order?

I don't know.

I just kind of blend into my

environment, avoid the predators.

What are you so scared of?

- You, mostly.

- Well, don't worry.

I don't bite...

much.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

I feel weird.

Someone gave me a pill earlier.

Just roll with it.

Where's my glasses?

What's going on?

Come on, Will.

Let go. Let it happen.

We've got to go.

We've got to go.

- No, it's just getting good.

- Come on.

I think I'm seeing things.

Well, like...

Let's just get some fresh air.

Do you remember

where the exit was?

Elliana?

Elliana, is that you?

What is that?

What is that?

Elliana, can you hear me?

Where's the door?

Whoa whoa whoa.

What the hell are you doing?

There's something down there, okay?

There's something down there.

Something, huh?

It's attacking people

and it's not human.

Not human, huh?

Fill that out and under

"Perpetrator ethnicity"

put "Other. "

Will?

Elliana?

Are you okay?

But...

How did you...

how did...

Jesus, kid.

You're high as a kite, aren't you?

You with him?

No.

No.

Wills voice:

Today was not at all what I expected

when I woke up this morning.

But the days that change

your life forever rarely are.

This is gonna be really awkward,

but I need to talk to you

about something.

Okay, please don't tell me

that you've secretly been

in love with me all these years.

- No.

- Oh.

Well, then please carry on.

And here, make yourself useful.

What can you tell me about...

what can you tell me

about werewolves?

Well, considering that three

of my 12 unproduced screenplays

involve lycanthropes of some variety,

I can tell you a lot.

Okay, they don't like

silver bullets, right?

No, they don't like any silver

in their bloodstream

to the point of dying from it.

And the only other way a human can kill

a run-of-the-mill werewolf is by fire.

Have you never seen

a werewolf flick?

Eh, can't blame you.

That's what studios get for casting

geezers in their lead roles.

I mean, if I want to see

people in their 40s

I would just go home

and look at my parents.

Okay, this is just gonna

sound crazy,

but I maybe saw one

at the party last night.

Okay, the party where I assume

it was wild and dark

and you were high on drugs?

Yeah.

So silver and fire, that's it?

Will, these aren't your

makeup-wearing, skin-glistening

pansy-ass vampires, okay?

There's not some grocery list

of items that you can just get

to cripple them

or scare them off like,

"Oh, garlic.

Oh, some holy water. "

You know, two fingers

perpendicular to each other.

Okay, look. Real lycanthropes

are hard-frickin'- core.

Okay? They're doomed to struggle

between their humanity

and their animal natures.

And once they kill a human,

which they like always do,

there's no going back.

They become vicious killers for life.

So hypothetically, there wouldn't

be anything to worry about

'cause there's already a full moon

this month, right?

There's a full moon tonight.

A blue moon, actually.

So if they were really out there,

that should certainly kick things

up a notch, wouldn't it?

Why would they be after me?

Either you pose a threat

to their existence

or you're food.

In your case,

I'm guessing they've already

picked out the best wine

to bring out your flavor.

What are they doing in here?

Well, nobody goes

to church anymore,

so this is gonna be

the new computer lab.

You know, when somebody had

a question they couldn't answer,

they used to ask God.

Now they ask Wikipedia.

The god with answers.

# When he moves I watch him

from behind #

# He turns and laughter

flickers in his eyes #

# Intent and direct

when he speaks #

# I watch his lips #

# And when he drives

I love to watch his hands #

# White and smooth,

almost feminine #

# Almost American #

# I have to watch him... #

# In his face age descends on youth #

# Exaggeration on the truth #

# He caught me looking in then,

but soon his eyes forgot me #

# And everything he seems to do

reflects just another shade of blue #

# I saw him searching into you

and ached a while #

# I watch his lips caress the glass #

# His fingers stroke

its stem and pass #

# To lift a cigarette at last #

# He dries his eyes

from a shadow by the stair #

# I watch as he weeps unaware #

# That I'm in awe of his despair #

# In his face

age descends on youth #

# Exaggeration on the truth #

# He caught me looking in then,

but soon his eyes forgot me #

# And everything he seems to do #

# Reflects just another

shade of blue #

# I saw him searching into you

and ached a while #

# In his face age descends on youth #

# Exaggeration on the truth #

# He caught me looking in then,

but soon his eyes forgot me #

# And everything he seems to do #

# Reflects just another

shade of blue #

# I saw him searching into you

and ached a while... #

Woman on P. A:

Last ever school lunch

now being served, seniors.

Was I not clear with you, man?

Were you seriously with

Elliana last night?

School's almost over.

Just leave me alone.

- I'm never gonna see her again.

- That's not good enough, man.

Hey, what do you think

you're doing?

Right now, looking at an a**hole.

Well, there must be something

wrong with your glasses.

Oh, that's it.

They're broken.

This is where you die, man.

And nobody's around to save

your sorry ass this time.

I'm gonna tear you up, Kidman.

Where are you, Kidman?

Hey, I just want to talk.

You're dead.

Oh crap.

F***!

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