the subject is actually what i am refering about with the story. it was just something came up suddenly, but i feel like posting it here. its not entirely finished nor is it titled yet. since lyember is always nagging on me to post something in her guild. so without further a do, here it is:

A man walked quietly down the sidewalk. Within no time he came to a crying child that sat upon the dirty street.
The man stopped at the child and asked, “what are you doing out here alone?”
“Because my mommy and daddy are dead, sir.” sniffled the child.
“You poor child.” The man pondered with a thought and said, “Would you like to come with me?”
The child lifted his eyes at the man. Hope flashed in his eyes. “yes.”, answered the child shyly, “if it is possible, sir.”
“Please do come along now, child.” The man held his hand out to the boy to help him off the street.
“Okay.” The child clutched onto the man’s hand. The child wiped away his tears and cleaned himself off once he got onto his feet.
Within in a short time, they made it to the man’s house. Once inside the man got the child situated with essentials. “What is your name, child?” the man finally asked.
“My name is Excellence, sir.” The child answered quietly.
“My my that is a fine name indeed.” Stated the man, “Why were you named Excellence?”
The child caught eyes with the man, “Why the asking of my name, sir?” asked Excellence darkly, “Do you really want to know why I was given the name Excellence, sir?”
The man stared incredulously at Excellence. How could this child be sobbing over the death of his parents but then turn to darkness over a simple question? The man said nothing.
Excellence smirked, “I was given the name because whenever I have caught my prey they never get away from me.”
“What?” stuttered the man barely making the word come out.
“You heard me correctly sir,” stated Excellence, “you are the prey and I am the hunter.”
Excellence lunged at the man. When he pushed the man down, he was no longer a human but a werewolf. The Man had no time to scream, Werewolf Excellence had already torn out the man’s throat before one arose.