October 31st, 2009
11:21 PM Akoto Forest
The darkness of the night consumed the entire forest; all animals within remained silent for some reason, the only sounds being those of frightened pants from a young boy and the breaking of sticks and twigs riddled along the ground.
Within the darkness was a kid who looked to be in his teen years; his face was bloodied and covered with dirt. The expression upon his face was one of fear, as if he were soon to draw his final breath.
He couldn't afford to make a mistake while traversing the forest; if he fell or even stumbled, whatever he was running from would have its way with him.
Was survival even possible? As his stamina drained and his heartbeat accelerated as if it were attempting to burst out of the chains that restrained it in the form of his chest.
The footsteps, he couldn't hear them anymore. Seeing this as an opportunity to catch his breath, the boy foolishly slowed down and attempted to rest his arm against a tree.
It was his only chance of survival; if he didn't stop now, he would be forced to stop due to passing out later.
The sense of dread still filled his every being. When he wasn't moving and his body wasn't constantly pumping him with adrenaline, it was as if he couldn't bear to move once he had stopped.
But at least finally, he could catch his breath. As he rested upon the bark of the towering tree, he allowed himself to think. He wasn't really allowed to, as he ran instinctively. Now that he thought about it, he never really heard any footsteps. Nor did he ever actually see whatever he thought was following him begin to run after him.
He gripped his stomach after having to remember about what happened back there, why he was running-- he couldn't bear the weight of such a memory.
Suddenly, he heard a twig snap. His head shot in the direction of the sound.
Could it have been the creature? It had to be.
Attempting to flee, the boy let up of the tree and began sprinting until a sharp burning sensation shot through his leg.
He tried to ignore the pain, but his foot gave out as he fell to the floor.
It was over; he was dead. There was nothing he could do.
All he could do was close his eyes and pray his death was quick. He thought back to his friends. Trying his hardest to think of anyone who would care if he died, but he simply couldn't. His mind then tried to comfort him with the thought of his family, but his death would simply be a hindrance to them.
Maybe, no. No one would be sad when Percy James croaked.
As he lay there on the floor being consumed by his own thoughts, the creature stood before him. His tears were dripping from his face and onto the floor. This was his final moment, defenseless and pitiful. His life was truly a disappointment.
The cries of a frightened boy were replaced by the gnawing of human bones and the tearing of flesh. A gruesome end for a forsaken child.
October 29th, 2011
12:03 AM
I hate this class.
I sit in the back of the class, estranged from the entirety of the classroom. I don't really talk to anyone or have any friends, but I prefer it that way.
After all, everyone in here is a bunch of half-baked phonies. They'll never understand anything about anyone but themselves. That's exactly what I hate about humanity; I could never get why anyone could see the good in such selfish beings.
Hey, but who was I to judge? I'm a loser with no friends and no girlfriend. The closest I got to a girl was on a project with another geek in my class. I got the wrong idea and tried to kiss her after we presented. She slapped me and filed for sexual assault.
But besides that, one minor incident, I think my slate is pretty darn clean, definitely compared to all the other bozos in here.
While I was in my mind thinking about what I was going to research when I got home, something out of the ordinary happened.
"Heya!" A girl with silky blonde hair and beautiful light blue eyes approached and greeted me.
I've never seen this treesh a day in my life. Who does she think she is, coming up to someone who's clearly avoiding all forms of human interaction? How inconsiderate.
"Hi." I monotonously replied.
A smile was plastered on her face as if she was trying to force herself to enjoy my presence, even though she was the one to come up to me.
"I'm Vera, and I'm new to this school! I transferred from Moscow, Russia!" Her face was so unbelievably appealing to the male gaze, well, any gaze.
Could this possibly be what Western normies call 'love at first sight'?
No, I'm immune to all of that normie commoner bull crap; there's absolutely no way I'd fall for any preppy goodie two-shoes gal like her. She probably already has a boyfriend or maybe even a harem surrounding her.
And I had to focus on my studies, my waifus, and my search for the demonic creature that resides within the forest 'Bigfoot'.
"Wow, that's so cool."
Brushing the hair out of my eye in a cool but not try-hard type of fashion, I opened up a book that was on my table to try and seem as if I was preoccupied with much more important matters.
"Well, are you going to tell me your name?" Vera asked politely while leaning in to examine what I was reading.
Now that I've heard her voice a good bit, she doesn't have much of an accent. Well, I've never been to Russia, maybe her first language is English.
Well, whatever.
I might as well tell her my name, not because she's worthy of knowing it. But simply because it would be a hassle if I just brushed her off. There would be no point in making enemies of the new kid. Especially one as attractive as her.
"My name?" Trying to act as mysterious as I could, I deepened my voice and diverted my gaze from Vera's.
"Noah. Noah Sankter."
Suddenly, Vera's face grew even paler than it already was; it was as if my name sent shivers down her spine.
Serves her right, just my name should be enough for commoners to submit to me. But sadly, my lineage has faded into obscurity; well, I'm lying, my family name has always been obscure.
"What's wrong with you? You don't like the name or something?" As I spoke, I glared her up and down, attempting to assert my dominance.
Vera put her hands up, and her face was partially flushed as if she was embarrassed.
"No, I've just never heard a last name as cool as that!" She exclaimed while looking away from me.
Cool...? My last name? My? My, as is me?
Did she just basically call me cool? She must be a lizardman agent sent by the shadow government to silence me.
Before I could process this 'compliment' or even reply, a boy wearing the school uniform came up behind Vera.
"Hey, Vera?" He smiled as he greeted her.
Vera looked behind her as her eyes met his. She gave him a warm smile and waved as a greeting.
"Whatcha' doing back here?" The boy glanced at me with some form of disgust upon his face.
A lowly bastard like you shouldn't look down on someone of my stature. If only they knew what my family and I have done for this cursed city!
"Just talking to my new friend, Noah!" Vera responded with a smile on her face.
The boy looked down and shook his head, putting his hands on his hips. He looked back up at Vera with a disappointed look on his face.
"Vera, this is the guy everyone's been talking about. The freak who's always preaching about monsters in the woods, or aliens that have already planted eggs within all the men in this town." The boy spoke as if he had the urge to vomit.
"They're called cryptids, Brian. Keep this up, and you're next on the cutting board for the Chupacabra, or maybe I'll force-feed you human remains until you become a Wendigo." I spout out in rebuttal.
The disgusted look on Brian's face remained. Vera covered her mouth in an attempt to hold in her laughter.
"So, if this is all true, then how do you know about this and everyone else doesn't?" Vera asked with an intrigued look on her face as she inched closer to me.
TOO CLOSE! TOO CLOSE!
This woman was getting scarily close to me. I believe that virginity boosts your spiritual power, so I'd prefer to hold onto that for a while longer. But then again, virginity has an intense smell to a succubus.
Could she be one? No, well maybe? Anyways.
"Why? Well, that's because-" Getting up from my seat, I looked Vera dead in her eyes.
"I'm a cryptid hunter, descendant of Sir Von Lamia III," I exclaimed proudly to Vera.
"And I am here, the protector of this city. You stand before royalty, peasant, so kneel or stay ignorant to the truth."
Did I believe the words I was saying, partially, or were they mostly true? Yes.
Do I believe I'm above everyone else? No, I'm just as insignificant as anyone else in this crappy city. But even if I disagree with saving others just for the sake of saving others, it's my duty that I was born with, just plain old fate.
Wait what.
Vera suddenly dropped one knee to the floor and lowered her upper body. Dropping her head and putting up her hand, she spoke.
"How could I be of service to you, my king?"