Think Apocalypse Now meets "An American Werewolf in Paris."
If this were a movie pitch it'd go, "Werewolves. In the Vietnam War. Think Apocalypse Now meets American Werewolf in Paris."
To which people would react, "Wait, WHAT? or oh god, I'd so read the fuck out of that story."
The basic plot line of Eric's universe and any of his canon mates is, Girl meets boy, Girl and Boy go to Jungle, Boy and Girl meet Wolf, Boy and Girl and Wolf meet Kitty, Boy and Girl and Wolf and Kitty meet people, People are Assholes, Kitty kills people, Wolf kills people, Kitty kills Boy, and Girl kills Wolf and Kitty before fleeing like the hounds of hell were after her.
Or, if you follow the arch down, it's Country versus Country, Men versus women, and Cats versus Dogs. A clever allegory for our current political situation right? Don't get any ideas I'm waiting to hear back from the copyright office.
So. To summarize, "The United States has a werewolf it can use in the Vietnam War, BUT (and my scriptwriting book says this is key) The other side has monsters too."
But we haven't come to that! We need to talk about Eric and his werewolf-side! Otherwise known as-
Eric was a normal American kid who enlisted at the age of 18 mostly to get away from his small town life and his mother and father who were small town people. The problem about wanting to flee situations like that is that people who do so are moderately dumb. Well, no. Make that really dumb.
When Eric was 22 he was stationed in Scotland. The day before transferring to an American Base in London, he was attacked on the Moor returning to base with a few friends. His friends were mutilated. Eric-somehow-was still alive.
He was dragged back to the hospital and somehow-miraculously-put together again but all the Kings Horses and all the kings men didn't realize he'd never be well again. For the first few weeks after he recovered for the injury he suffered from debilitating muscular pain, then blindness. He was literally drugged into oblivion and nothing could stop it. He could keep nothing down except meat-the rarer the better-but it was generally assumed he had contracted some new illness and would die soon.
On the evening of the full moon, Eric escaped his bounds and transformed into a large wolf-man, rampaged around the hospital and killed four guards and a nurse, devouring their corpses. In a rare bit of foresight, the US Soldiers captured him in an abandoned storage room. Eric, waking up the next morning naked and covered in blood panicked and the guards who had stationed themselves outside his room all night panicked too.
Eric was shipped back to the states in complete isolation and studied for several weeks by scientists until a second full moon appeared. They were forced to conclude-rationally-that the man before them had contracted lycanthropy and that he was no longer entirely human. While this set the course of science back by millennia (or perhaps forward) Eric only cared about getting home to his mother and father.
This was not to be the case. Eric found his body had officially become property of the United States government and that in order to continue to survive-without being hunted and killed-he had to comply with their requests.
They spent years studying him, moving him around from base to base, attempting to breed him and attempting to isolate what made him different. While they have not succeeded in either, the General in charge of the project resolved that "If he's a dog, we treat him like a dog" and so began an agressive training campaign to turn Eric into-just that. A dog.
To which people would react, "Wait, WHAT? or oh god, I'd so read the fuck out of that story."
The basic plot line of Eric's universe and any of his canon mates is, Girl meets boy, Girl and Boy go to Jungle, Boy and Girl meet Wolf, Boy and Girl and Wolf meet Kitty, Boy and Girl and Wolf and Kitty meet people, People are Assholes, Kitty kills people, Wolf kills people, Kitty kills Boy, and Girl kills Wolf and Kitty before fleeing like the hounds of hell were after her.
Or, if you follow the arch down, it's Country versus Country, Men versus women, and Cats versus Dogs. A clever allegory for our current political situation right? Don't get any ideas I'm waiting to hear back from the copyright office.
So. To summarize, "The United States has a werewolf it can use in the Vietnam War, BUT (and my scriptwriting book says this is key) The other side has monsters too."
But we haven't come to that! We need to talk about Eric and his werewolf-side! Otherwise known as-
Eric was a normal American kid who enlisted at the age of 18 mostly to get away from his small town life and his mother and father who were small town people. The problem about wanting to flee situations like that is that people who do so are moderately dumb. Well, no. Make that really dumb.
When Eric was 22 he was stationed in Scotland. The day before transferring to an American Base in London, he was attacked on the Moor returning to base with a few friends. His friends were mutilated. Eric-somehow-was still alive.
He was dragged back to the hospital and somehow-miraculously-put together again but all the Kings Horses and all the kings men didn't realize he'd never be well again. For the first few weeks after he recovered for the injury he suffered from debilitating muscular pain, then blindness. He was literally drugged into oblivion and nothing could stop it. He could keep nothing down except meat-the rarer the better-but it was generally assumed he had contracted some new illness and would die soon.
On the evening of the full moon, Eric escaped his bounds and transformed into a large wolf-man, rampaged around the hospital and killed four guards and a nurse, devouring their corpses. In a rare bit of foresight, the US Soldiers captured him in an abandoned storage room. Eric, waking up the next morning naked and covered in blood panicked and the guards who had stationed themselves outside his room all night panicked too.
Eric was shipped back to the states in complete isolation and studied for several weeks by scientists until a second full moon appeared. They were forced to conclude-rationally-that the man before them had contracted lycanthropy and that he was no longer entirely human. While this set the course of science back by millennia (or perhaps forward) Eric only cared about getting home to his mother and father.
This was not to be the case. Eric found his body had officially become property of the United States government and that in order to continue to survive-without being hunted and killed-he had to comply with their requests.
They spent years studying him, moving him around from base to base, attempting to breed him and attempting to isolate what made him different. While they have not succeeded in either, the General in charge of the project resolved that "If he's a dog, we treat him like a dog" and so began an agressive training campaign to turn Eric into-just that. A dog.