Introduction
Blood... Blood... Everywhere... Silence... Shadows lurked at every corner of the room as my bloodshot eyes began to devour the nightmarish scene in front of me. My father was dead... but not just dead... he was MURDERED... BUTCHERED even... that's a kind of dead which is altogether different and horrific... but not by human hands, no, this-this... THING held my father's helpless still-beating heart in hand and did nothing but stare in defiance at me as if to boast of it's successful slaughter. My blood slowed its flow through my veins, my heart stopped beating, and I felt an unearthly sense of impending doom surround me, but that wasn't the strangest part of this experience, no, the strangest part of this was that I wasn't afraid. I stared the creature down with my own brand of insensitive madness communicated by nothing more than a simple glint in my eye, and the twitching beginnings of a smirk at the corner of my mouth. This creature stood eleven feet tall to my mere five and a half, had red eyes that stretched the whole length of its elongated facial structure on either side, skin as grey as storm clouds, four legs composed of nothing but pure muscle and deadly reflexive reactions that were beyond any known accuracy, and four arms; two meant for lifting, two meant for tearing flesh.
"Why?" was the only word I managed to choke out at this THING that had just tore my father's life in half and lay to spill out on the floor, "WHY?!" The creature tilted its head to the side and matched up its left eye to mine with no more than a foot of space between us two, as if to examine its test subject in an experiment to check for a reaction. You won't be getting your desired reaction from me you vile demon! "What are you looking for?? Lost something?!" I asked in pure defiance. BINGO! The creature's eyes widened and it took three steps in reverse, obviously taken aback by my reaction, and tilted its head to the opposite side in confusion. "If you want a terrified reaction, then go get someone else, you picked the wrong guinea pig you wretched-pathetic mutated freak!" I spat out my hatred in raw form, erupting from my soul, spewing from my mouth, I went on for what seemed like hours while the creature just sat back observing my half-insane melt-down, with what looked like a smile on its face, as if it enjoyed seeing me explode in my lack of self-control.
It spoke not a word as it observed the girl who's life it had destroyed; whether by accident or on purpose I did not know, but I knew very well that it understood the damage it had done. I crouched on the floor next to my bed and table under my broken window in my pajamas staring at the moonlit face of my father's assailant with a hatred that boiled within and fueled my will to fight despite the tragedy I had just witnessed. My father's blood stained everything but the air itself; the walls were spattered, the ceiling was specked, the bed was soaked, the books on the shelf were dripping, and the floors were thick with the life force that had been so readily drained from him. My clothes were drenched with my father's last drops, his blood had even dried on my arms, feet, and in my hair by now, and the creature's pointed, jagged, razor-sharp smile was the only thing clean and fully visible in the room besides its eyes. "Well?! What are you looking at! You've taken the only family I have left! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME! YOU WANT A FIGHT?! BRING IT ON!" Just then, the creature leaned forward to within an inch of my face, sending me sprawling to my feet in a futile effort to retreat as far away as the wall behind my back would allow. Its breath shedding the unbearable stench of blood and death, and its enormous red eyes staring directly into mine, it uttered the sounds "Ich nachtor yobein machei," and finished with what I could only distinguish as a chuckle, before it touched its finger to my forehead, and everything went black as I crumpled to the floor.
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