Supernatural/Superhero Prompt

The full moon glittered it’s white specs across the puddles on the concrete of the sidewalk and the road, turning a boring semi-pitch black night into an extraordinary one. Wind blew through the town, causing those already burying their hands in their coats to dig deeper within their limited pockets. However there was a disturbance that broke the lovely quiet of the night, not the wind or the brewing thunderstorm of the late forecast, but the yells of a man’s voice. “They’re real I tell you! I’m one of them!” A man stood in front of the busy theatre, shouting at the pedestrians waiting in line for the new horror movie, “Wolf man.” A shriek from a woman walking by erupted as he suddenly grabbed onto her coat with hysterical brown eyes, “I’m a werewolf!” And as simple as that, the people in the line started to meet their breaking point to where they could no longer stand and watch the crazy man after he dared put his hands on a woman. The line quickly erupted with their own shouts, “Get off her you crazy bat!” Leave the poor young lady alone!” Many of them grew impatient fast, not satisfied with his lack of restrainments, stepping out the line ready to prove a point with a physical lesson, and maybe something even more than a beating.

The crazy geezer took notice of the threatening bodies, and even more aggressive faces that started surrounding him. “B-but I am! The moon is just covered by the clouds! I can show you!” He turned away to blindly point over at the clouds blanketing the gleaming full moon. While he looked away, one of the civilians stepped out of both line and character, he being the sweetest in the town, he pushed Peter to the ground with a sudden strength. “GET OUTTA HERE!” Peter fell to the ground in a sudden thump, landing on his back. He glared up from off the ground shocked, looking up at the scrawny being who was able to throw him down so effortlessly. “M-mister Talbert?” Talbert simply looked down at him with cold eyes, those in the line and even walking by the theatre applauding his actions. Peter shakily got up and ran into an alley, refusing to look back at the close-minded fools and non-believers. Yet he wasn’t alone, even after Talbert’s sudden brisk of action he decided to follow Peter into the ghettos he escaped to. “Peter?!” Talbert called out, squinting at the absurd amount of dark. Suddenly he fell to his knees in a scream of pain, “PETER!” He buckled over clutching his sides. Peter suddenly came out of his hiding spot within the shadows, “Talbert?!” He got on his knees where his ears first spotted the shout, unable to see where he actually was. “I believe you.” Talbert’s voice was calm, unlike the shriek that had escaped his lips from before. He looked up at Talbert, the full moon no longer covered as it shined bright on Talbert’s viciously glowing crismon eyes and the crazed smile on his face. Before he could run from the beast of a man in front of him, Talbert bit deep into Peter’s shoulder, sudden rips and holes suddenly appearing throughout Talbert’s now-tight shirt from sprouts of fur and even more sudden spites of unatural inhumane growth; providing him even more proof of who the real werewolf was.

The hollering from Peter echoed from the alleyway and throughout the whole town, those nearby ignoring it. “It’s just him trying to get our attention.” A few people in the line for the movie agreed, “Peter Stumpp. The crazy man of Bedburg.” They  shook their heads and laughed at his foolishness, “Werewolves don’t exist!”