Flash Fiction

Under the Full Moon

1st Place 25 April 2025 (tied)
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Daily Flash Fiction Challenge  (13+) Enter your story of 300 words or less. #896794 by Arakun the twisted raccoon

300/300 word limit. Must contain "The moon is full."

The moon is full. It reflects off the snow-covered ground making everything bright.

I keep to the trees. I’m decked from head to toe in black dyneema. It offers little protection, but I’ll take what I can get. Only my cobalt eyes are visible – a family trait.

I scale the cliff and edge my way to the small ledge.

My twin, karambit knives are holstered to my thighs; the silver blades dipped in powdered Wolfbane. I don’t plan on getting close. Close quarters with a Lycan is asking for trouble. One bite and the venom will stop my blood clotting. If that doesn’t get me, the bacteria will. It’s a lethal cocktail. Designed to cause maximum damage. It’s better to practice patience and put them down with mercury tipped bullets.

On the horizon, I see him. A monstrous, black beast standing tall on two legs.

He howls. He knows I’m here, but the scent trail I set earlier distracts and temporarily confuses him.

I’m in place, lying low, watching him through the rifles’ sight. I exhale and squeeze the trigger. A single shot.

It hits, burying itself in his shoulder.

He knows where I am now and is running at a frightening pace. The bullet hasn't slowed him down. Yet.

I exhale again and pull the trigger.

I miss.

“Shit,” I breathe.

He arrives at the crag and begins to ascend.

I retreat to the cave. The entrance too narrow for him to follow.

Dawn is almost here. If I can hold him off a little longer, I’ll survive. The mercury will kick in soon.

I slice at him with my blades.

The sun begins to crest. It’s rays hitting his fur, calling it back to skin.

He collapses forward.

I catch him, “I got you brother. You’re safe now.”