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Lyl-JC Essay You think you know a person. You think you know them, right up until the daythey come out and tell you about all their deep, dark secrets and this whole other lifetheyve been leading that you never even knew about. At least, that was the case with mygood friend, Lyle Lawrence Kingly. My name, for the information of the curious, is Niles Jameson. I knew Lyle Kinglyfor a good many years and was actually an associate of his for a short time. We eventuallywent our separate ways, I pursuing my career of choice, he pursuing his. I still think hewas just a little too young to go into the private investigation business, but we called itcreative differences and left it at that. We stayed friends, however, and tried to remain intouch. So I was surprised, rather pleasantly, the day I received an overseas long-distancecall from Africa. It was Lyle, calling to see how Id been, what I was doing, that sort of thing. Thensuddenly his voice took on a more serious tone. Niles, you have to come here. I may need your help.What is it, Lyle? Whats wrong?I cant tell you over the phone. He whispered. Its too important. You have tobe here.In Africa? I said in disbelief. Yes, here. Its that important.But LyleIm an animal over here! He hissed into the phone. I cant tell you any more. Idont dare. Please, Niles, dont tell anyone what happens when you get here, or anythingabout this phone call. It means my life, Niles, and it could mean my death.I caught the nearest plane out to Africa. I was worried about my friend. If I had togo to Africa to hear it, I knew it had to be important. I stopped at his unreasonably smalloffice in the city, but he wasnt there. This meant, unfortunately, that I had to drive fiftymiles out of the city to his house. I was relieved when I saw his face answer the door. Wesat down and talked for a while, he fixed me a light snack, let me rest off some of theeffects of jetlag. We talked for a good long time before I finally asked him. Lyle, why did you make me come all the way out here?You have family secrets, dont you, Niles? I did. Secrets that you wouldnt tell anyone but those you trusted? Yes. Well, Ive got one of those secrets, a dangerous one.What is it? I said to him quietly. And then he told me. Niles, youve heard the stories, the ones they always tell at Halloween aboutpeople who change into animals?Yes, but I dont see what that has to do with you, Lyle.Niles, I I find that the direct approach works best.WHAT! Lyle, what are you talking about?I Im a lycanthrope.Youre a what?A lycanthrope.A AA lycanthrope.I was beginning to fear for not only my friends life, but for his sanity. A A lycanthrope. Youre a lycanthrope.Yes.Like a werewolf.No not a werewolf. But a shape-shifter nonetheless.I decided to play along, whatever his game was. OK then. Well, what are you?You know, I could tell you, but then you probably wouldnt believe me. Im sureyou already think something about me, that Im crazy or something, right? Am I right,Niles?I shifted uncomfortably. Look, Lyle, the last I knew, people do not change intoanimals.Niles, please dont make me do this the hard way The Middle Ages Argumentative EssayJust then, Lyle let out a chuckle that sounded more like a snarl. I just cant believewhat you said, Niles. Me beautiful. I looked at his smile, and I saw the huge ivorydaggers in his mouth again. And I remembered the reputation werebeasts have involvinghumans. Lyle?Yes?Have you ever Killed anyone?He looked me dead straight in the eyes. Once.I stood there, shocked, horrified. Lyle should have been the one surprised by thequestion, astounded that I could even ask such a thing. I had expected him to saysomething like, Niles, of course not!, or What are you talking about?, or You know Iwould never do such a thing. I expected him to say anything, anything but what he hadsaid. Hes killed someone before, I thought. He could kill me With white and shakinghand I reached out to steady myself on the back of a chair. Lyle pulled the chair out, andhelped me sit down. I looked up at him and said,Lyle how could you? Of all the people, youre not the type Of course, bythen I realized I was talking to someone who had just been telling me about a whole otherside to his life that I knew nothing about. I had no idea what type he really was. Lyle puthis hand on my shoulder. Niles, Im sorry. I forgot youd have taken it this hard. I should have explained toyou first. You see, in my profession, I have a tendency to accumulate quite a few enemies. The very nature of the business sticking your nose where it doesnt belong, as it were can get some people really mad at you really quick. Private investigation has painted abulls eye on me, Niles, and there are plenty of people who want to take shots. This one man, the man I killed, had plenty of reason to hate me. I was directlyresponsible for getting about 20 of his friends sent to prison for illegal-arms trading. Inearly got him, too, and if it werent for a legal technicality, a well-placed loophole, hedstill be alive today and rotting in prison where he belonged. He took out a hit on me; he put a $20,000 price tag on my head. That didnt workout too well. After all, how would you know that this strange-looking animal is the sameperson youre getting paid a sweet amount of money to put a bullet through? I just had tostay a beast until they gave up looking for me. When that happened, the guy took his $20grand back and went out looking for me himself. He found me passing through an old abandoned warehouse in the city. He had mecornered in there, I couldnt get out. He was holding a gun on me, Niles, and he was aboutto shoot. I didnt have any other choice. He didnt even know what got him. One quickbite to the jugular and it was all over. He didnt suffer. Im not that kind of person.Suddenly, I was beginning to see Lyle in a whole new light. He had killed in self-defense; he was no murderer. Nobody ever found his body either. I was too upset at the time to notice, butactually, he tasted pretty good.WHAT! You ate the guy? You ate the guy?Well, Niles, I dont often follow the family history, but eating your enemies is atime-honored werebeast tradition.Lyle spoke. Really, Niles, Im not all that sure you understand.I understand what you told me. But I still cant believe you actually ate that guy. I shuddered at the thought. Believe whatever you want, its still the truth. He responded. At least Im notlike some other werebeasts which I could all too easily name. Besides, you act as if youstill dont understand me. Youre sitting there, fidgeting, looking at me like any second Imabout to jump up and eat you. Youre treating me like Im some kind of wild animal.Arent you?Oh. Well yes. Without knowing it, I had caught Lyle off-guard and thrownhim and emotional curve. But I continued nevertheless. Youre making it very hard for me not to act that way. After all, you have thequalities of some of the worlds most vicious and successful predators, you have bettersenses than I could even hope to imagine, you killed a manWould you kill, to save your own life?Well, IThe question is no different when applied to a human. Its just because Im awerebeast that it has a little different twist.You do have a point, but LyleIm one of the good guys, Niles. Think about it. Private Investigator. Whywould I devote myself so much to helping humans?Because humans were the only ones who accepted you?Lyle beamed. Now youre catching on! He said. You were right. Humanswere the only ones who accepted me for what I was, as you are learning to do, Niles. Thehuman world was the only one where I was treated without bias or disdain. But still, let me tell you about one of my cases, just to make sure you understand.One of your casesYes! You wouldnt believe how much help it is to be what I am, particularly whenit comes to my cases. I get some pretty weird ones. In fact, some I wouldnt even be ableto solve if I were just a human. I could tell youWell then, by all means, go ahead.Really? Well, okay, let me think of one One morning, I was at my desk when this woman walks into my office. She wasdressed all in red, just like she had come straight out of some old detective movie from the40s. Really weird, really spooky stuff, to say the least. She said she had come to me because she was worried about her husband. Heworked for an oil company, and she thought that might have something to do with whatwas going on with him. Her husband had been doing strange things, working withsuspicious people she didnt know, barely even coming back home. Nobody else couldfind him. So she turned to me. There must be good money in oil. She looked rich. I remember she was wearing awhite fox on her shoulders. She must have forgotten it, because she left it there and didntcome back for it. If theres one thing I share with other werebeasts, its an absolute hatred for crueltyto and mistreatment of animals. So, after Id torn the awful thing to shreds and disposed ofit, I started working on her case.So saying, he began his story. Category: English