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Some uninvited guests are about to crash this outdoor rave in Andrew Scott’s story from WEREWOLVES VERSUS: MUSIC.

As he paced to the decks, a chill clouded over Kier’s arms. A glance to the lighted crowd showed a scene he was more familiar seeing when fog machines were in play, but he hadn’t brought any. The real thing was rolling through the valley, following the cool of the night. The flashes of the strobes created momentary whiteouts as the wet mist enfolded the crowd.

“Aw, bangin’, I’m dyin fur a pish” Shug heckled, a cheeky grin made luminous under UV, and barely stifled on his lips as he handed over his headphones. “Enjoy yersel…”

Listening to the cans, he heard Shug’s parting gift – that bloody Duck Sauce track and its godawful howling sample, lifted out of some bargain basement sound effects library. Shug knew well Keir’s loathing for the track, and would make of a point of mixing it in whenever possible. This time it sounded like he had stirred in something different, a throaty moan somewhere low in the mix. It sounded more real at least. Kier gleefully scratched the needle before cutting into Rhino Jockey and laying a second beat on top.

Halfway through the track, he saw the first glimpse. A photo finish outline caught in the strobe-lit silhouette. One to start with, then another. Then more. The lights flashed, the bass pumped out its double thump. Nothing for a second, then… five? They were closer. The arms, the legs, shook and writhed. Another pulse. The outlines were more definite now, less trace of the smearing distortion of the fog. Tall. Bulky. Four legged? Closer. Clattering drums swung around the audible forest. The strobe pulsed once more. Just at the edge of the treeline. Rearing up.

Flash.

Closer.

Flash.

Nothing.

Read the rest in WEREWOLVES VERSUS: MUSIC. Download the entire issue for any price (including free) here, and explore the entire WEREWOLVES VERSUS catalogue here.

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