Fandom: Simon Spector
Prompt: #12, Collective Unconscious
Warnings: Nobody is nice in this universe.
Summary: Sometimes Simon is slightly wrong.
Word Count: A bit over a hundred.
The wolflike creatures smiled at Simon's bed with pointed teeth and glowing eyes. The moonlight entring through the windows reflected eerily on their claws.
Werewolves. He had evaluated the historical record, the reports of witnesses, the relevant biology and folklore. Everything had gone into a probabilistic model. Despite the recent pattern of killings -the animalistic forensic features, the correlation of the deaths with the phases of the moon- he had found their existence highly unlikely.
The creatures growled with hate and anticipation and pounced at him.
Unlikely but not impossible. Simon took two guns from under his pillows and started firing silver-tipped rounds.