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Darkness..... nothing but darkness.... that and something else. This feels so familiar but i just can't put my finger on it.
I wake up as usual. All sweaty and cold. when will these dreams end, i have no clue.
All i can do is just wait for them to end. If they ever will that is....
I get dressed after my shower and head down stairs. My mom is at the table as usual reading the "competition" which is just the stock exchange. As usual she has already made breakfast.
I wish my dad and big sister were still alive. I barely get to spend time with mom, but with all the work she has to do just to support us i can't get a chance to spend some of that time with her.
"Darc be careful when you go to school", says my mother.
"Why?", I ask
"well there have been rumors of a serial killer on the loose,"
"Ok, i will mom." I wonder if i will be ok?
I live in a small town called dinton. its an average town filled with your assortment of local shops and single supermarkets. It is pretty peaceful except for the very occasional gang fights
I've lived here all of my life.
As usual i take my usual route which is behind the roller rink through the alley behind the movie theater and past the junk yard. Unfortunately i came to a problem when i was passing the junk yard. Now everyone in this town knows that the junk yard is strictly off-limits the reason to this is because of the fact that a pack of wolfs had decide to live in that junk yard. We dont know why they are still there but for what ever reason it is I hope that it keeps the wolves in the junk yard and out of the town.
As i was passing the junk yard i felt something move inside of me. I felt something that i had never felt before. Rage.
yeah i mean i have had a few moments where i was so mad i could punch a brick wall, but this was completely different. I felt the need to destroy something...... anything.
After the feeling past i was completely over whelmed by the shear need to destroy something. l noticed a flash of hair over by the junk yard gate. The gate was open.
Now i would usually close the gate and run to school, but i just can't close it with the thought that someone may be trapped in there.
I decided to chase after whoever it was that entered the junk yard.
I slid though the gate and decided to move a broken desk in front of the gate.
After that i followed the foot steps from the ground which was quite muddy from the last couple of nights of rain. I had never really been inside of the junk yard, but i have been able to see it from my window in my room.
A scream broke through my concentration.
I ran towards the scream until i reached a dead end.
I saw a girl about my age on top of a dump truck, surrounded by wolfs the size of a kid's bike.
I stood there in shear terror as i saw them attempt to reach this girl that had wandered into their territory. At first I was completely paralyzed, but i quickly found that terror replaced by rage. A rage that I decided to use to my advantage. I grabbed the closest metal object i could find.
Ironically it was a broken knife. i ran forward to attack the closest wolf.
I jumped and -
I was tackled down in mid-air.
I hit the ground with what ever was on top of me. All of my breath was knocked out of me. I felt as if my ribs had suddenly given in to whatever it was that hit me.
My vision was fading slowly and so i turned to see a huge wolf looming above me.
It was the most horrible thing i saw.
It's teeth were a vile pale yellow color and it's hair which ,was a dirty brown and grey color, was ruffled.
What really caught my attention was it's eyes, they were a bloody red color filled with savage.....and hunger.
the last thing i saw before my world went black.
The dream came again as it always did, but this time i knew that i would never wake up again.
My head was still pounding with rage. I knew i was about to die, but i still could not forget the girl. The very thought of it made my body burn with hatred. when the wolfs finally reach that girl she would die and become a full course meal for them.
At the thought of that i finally snapped. The rage that i had contained for so long ever since the death of my father and big sister.
All the pain.
All the suffering.
Everything released in a single blast of raw energy.
I a woke as the wolf lunged for my throat.
With my left hand I swung and felt the impact. I both heard and felt its skull crack into a hundred shards. I heard a single yelp. The other wolves stopped trying to get the girl and spun around. All of their hungry eyes turned to me. I got up and saw the broken knife about four feet away. I had no chance to reach it.
"darn"
I felt the rage swell up again. My left arm felt so tensed I almost could have sworn it was made of steel.
The wolves darted towards me and i swung yet again.
I hit another and felt the same effect as last time.The wolfs skull being crushed.
As it flew in the direction i swung i lost my balance and started to fall,and as i fell a wolf dashed in and bit into my arm.
I felt a searing pain in my left arm as i felt one of the wolf bite into my arm. It was as if a hundred red hot knifes had pierced through my arm.
As i fell with the wolf holding onto me I felt all of my rage flow into my left arm.
as it swelled with this energy i felt the wolfs jaw snap.
As the other wolves backed up in shock, i felt something dark inside of me stir.
"GGGGGRRRRRRRAAAAAAAA!!!!!!", I roared with nothing, but total rage.
I felt all of the rage flowing through my arm solidify.
My arm turned a bloody red and I felt a burning pain as i witnessed pure black spikes that were slightly curve grow all the way up my arm. My nails grew and sharpend into talons.
As the transformation came to an end my arm felt so powerful, so destuctive, so.....
Demonic.
As i rose, the wolves started to back up for only a bit, but only for a bit.
They dashed forward for a attack and so i simply raised my arm and swung down into the ground........
--TO BE CONTINUED-- ninja
- by demonfoxer93 |
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- | Submitted on 06/19/2010 |
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- Title: deamon
- Artist: demonfoxer93
- Description: the story of a normal human until......
- Date: 06/19/2010
- Tags: fiction transformation action fighting danger
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