Mutualism
Jared ran hard, at a pace that normally he could not have kept up for this long, but it was after him. He felt himself slipping as his foot pounded into the gravel of the driveway he was running on. He had already emptied the cartridge of his Smith & Wesson handgun on the werewolf. The werewolf just pulled the bullets out as if they inflicted no pain on him. It even gave Jared a devious grin showing its dagger length, razor sharp teeth as it pulled out the bullets. The six bullet holes then sealed themselves before the werewolf started chasing him. He was trying to run to the safety of the chapel that was just over the cement wall that enclosed the house he was running from. The cement wall, with its decorative cement gargoyle statues, was so close Jared could reach out and touch it.
The werewolf gave what sounded like a low rumbling roar that resonated deep inside of Jared. The sound made Jared wish this was all just an extremely vicious nightmare and he’d wake up in the safety of his bedroom, lying in his bed snug under his warm blankets. Jared didn’t let the sound stop him, though; he had made it to the cement wall and then he looked up. He couldn’t believe what he saw.
The gargoyles, which had been made of stone, were flaking it off revealing their leathery bodies which were covered with pulsating cankerous sores. Their eyes all seemed to illuminate with a black glow, like looking into the pits of Hell. They opened their mouths and started to roar ferocious roars back to the werewolf, sounding like a pack of enraged bull elephants. Jared put his arms on the wall to cross over it, and tried scrambling over it. One of the gargoyles wrapped its talons around Jared’s forearms. Jared tried unsuccessfully to free his arm. The gargoyle had what felt like a vice grip, digging its talons into his veins. The gargoyle cackled like a hyena in Jared’s face, spraying bubbling spit everywhere. Jared inhaled a sulfurous acidic breath that made his stomach turn. He felt himself flying threw the air back towards the werewolf. The gargoyle had thrown him.
The creature with the matted, black, coarse fur ripped its jaws into the jugular of Jared, who was yelling for help, but the yells had ended in a gurgling sound as the blood seeped from his opened mouth, which was frozen in a look of terror. The gargoyles watched with excitement, and jumped with eagerness, their boar-like snouts dripping with yellowish
foamy drool, and each time the blood spilled the gargoyles were tempted to jump from the wall. They knew they had to wait till their master finished eating. The werewolf had torn off the pieces of what had been Jared and was now only a carcass of meat and blood. When the werewolf slinked away, the gargoyles jumped down, fighting for a piece of meat like crazed vultures.