"Where am I?"
Everything was covered in pitch-black darkness. All I could see was the shadows darker still. I felt a slight breeze, the silence, and a tingling sensation up to my knee.
'Grass? But wasn't I inside my room? It's too dark to see. Wait, are those… stars?'
The next thought that ca into my mind was this must be a dream. I was in an open field, overgrown with grass that reached my shin. I was barefoot. But the ground didn't feel hard. It was more like, soft and spongy. The grass was sharp, and I cut my fingers from it. Blood ca out but gradually stopped. My skin felt different. And it was definitely not my room.
As I slowly adjusted to the environnt, the silence broke from the buzz and chirp of insects. It wasn't sudden. It was there all along. I just hadn't noticed. The fresh sll of the air was refreshing at first but slowly turned into dread as a more sinister odor hovered about. It was the sll of blood and rot.
'Did the seniors throw in so sort of field? I swear the way they treat freshn… wait, what was that!'
There was a sound that could not possibly co from any insect I knew!
'What's that!'
An unrecognizable sound pierced my ears, and I knew I was not alone.
I desperately squinted my eyes and turned my head in the hopes of catching a glimpse of whatever was moving around in the grass.
It moved inside the grass, making low groans barely audible. My heartbeat kept rising. Sweat dripped from all my pores, drenching my shirt.
As my eyesight slowly adjusted to the night light, I saw a single object moving in the field. It was just a little bit taller than the grass, but what caught my eyes was the knife it was holding in its hand- a childlike humanoid creature. The knife glinted in the light of the stars. I was six feet two, so spotting the moving object wasn't that difficult for , even in the darkness. But it moved blazingly fast, fast enough for to lose it.
Backtracking slowly, I tried to figure out what it was. However, I couldn't make out its facial structure. All I could get was its color. A hellish sort of purple that held on to a knife. Honestly, I was too afraid to scream for help. My throat felt sore and not a sound would co out. Was there anyone here at all, besides and the hellspawn that hounded ?
The creature ca closer and closer. I decided that running away would be the better part of caution. My body felt light. I ran and ran and then ran so more. I could have run a hundred ters or just a few. I couldn't really tell the difference anymore. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't scream, I couldn't even think. As I was busy struggling, it caught up to . It stabbed in my leg as it managed to catch up to from where I left the beast behind. A burning feeling spread through my leg. Excruciatingly and fierce like liquid fire. The air got knocked out of my lungs by the impact I made with the ground. A small stream of warm blood flowed from a shallow cut on the surface: it wasn't that deep. The knife had a jagged edge, it didn't cut clean. I stood up as the adrenaline spurred on to live as I stood shakily on my legs. The creature jumped backward and made weird noises. Laughter?
Finally, I let out a scream and I believe that it was the loudest I've ever scread in my entire life, almost tearing my throat. I couldn't stand anymore: I fell on my stomach but instantly rotated and turned myself towards that thing which was presumably trying to kill , to protect myself from it. But why? Why would it need to kill ?
The creature made small groans and laughed in a wicked way as it saw crawl backward. "Sobody! Please, anybody! Help !" This couldn't possibly be a dream! It hurts! Ahh! I groaned. No answer ca.
The creature looked at as though it could comprehend my words. But how could it anyway? To , it seed like a twelve-year-old, who had put on a mask, a costu, and gone insane. But as it ca ever closer I saw its face. It wasn't sothing as simple as a child, and it was definitely not sane. It was a face I had never seen before, and definitely sothing I'd never forget for as long as I live. If I lived that is.
Large red eyes reflected light: long sharp nose and scars were all over its face. But what made my blood go cold was its expression. It looked at , smiled while saliva dripped, and licked its lips. He wants to eat … as the thought went through my mind, my blood went even cooler.
It had similarities to the things in my culture, described as monsters: a goblin to be specific. But weren't those things supposed to be only in fairytales and fiction? I didn't have ti to worry about that. My beating heart made thinking all the more convoluted.
It brought the knife over its head and I knew this was it! If I don't do sothing now, I'll be killed! My leg bled, aning I couldn't run, so there was only one choice. Forgetting about everything else I waited for it to attack, with my heart constantly pounding like a steam engine. As the knife was about to land on my chest I caught it with both of my hands together. It was painful: blood-drenched the knife, dropped on my chest, and wetted the fabric. I could feel its breath, filled with rot.…
The creature was very persistent. It kept pushing the knife through my hands and I could feel what I can only describe as, my individual cells being cut. The feeling was anything but pleasant: in fact, the pain was soaring through my entire body. But instead of begging for help I deflected the knife with all my might and punched the creature's face with all my remaining strength. Flying away for a second, it dropped far but within sight. It was light, almost as though it wasn't even alive.
I tried my best and got up. Although the creature imdiately got up as well, it was beyond surprised for the knife was now in my hands. It might have been just a stroke of luck but I finally saw hope.
"Grrr" It made groaning sounds I never heard before: it looked pissed, squinted its eyes and saliva kept dripping. My heart beat even faster.
With a desperate smirk, I waved the knife and yelled at the creature to run away. But it wouldn't let go of that easily. Did humans taste that good? I had never seen sothing move so ferociously and with such agility as it began to approach again. Although my eyes had adjusted to the little light that the stars provided, I still couldn't follow it with my eyes.
With great speed, it charged at . I swung the knife, but it easily dodged my swing. I'd never used a knife before for fighting, I never needed to.
Suddenly its speed increased so much that I lost it for a split second. It was right next to my leg. I couldn't believe my eyes and tried to swing back. But that mont stung gravely. It bit off a chunk of at from my left leg and imdiately ate it while continuously licking its lips. Blood ran through the leg and painted my feet red. It was a small chunk but the pain was beyond believable. I couldn't believe my own senses. I scread and groaned but still kept my eyes open. Tears stread through my cheeks and I grinded my teeth.
Did the creator curse my left leg or sothing? It hurt more than before, but my brain was too focused on surviving. I could see the exposed muscles; yet, I remained standing while sweating, biting my lips and shedding a tear. For better or worse I didn't fall on the ground. The knife was still in my hands. It was my only consolation.
I didn't have a mont to think, I could only fight for my life. Again I waited for it to attack first. But this ti before it even bit I sliced its throat: it wasn't deep. Luck was really a fickle thing. To think my wild swing would land so fiercely.
At that mont it began to groan and beg. What astonished most was that it spoke my language!
"Pleas…p-please forgive … don't k-kill !" It said as it scread with it croaked throat splitting blood like a small fountain. The blood was glowing pink and rancid.
"Unfortunately I'm not that nice," I said.
The hellish thing kept mourning and groaning in agony as I stabbed it through the heart; it was struggling all the way. A poor face with a begging pose was not enough to make my resolve waver. I continuously stabbed it until the light left its eyes. But it didn't die. It felt pain, yet it didn't die.
What the hell is this? My horror returned and my whole body started to shiver. The small creature couldn't move but it still tried to and was definitely not dead. Its eyes slowly turned red. My ti was limited. With shaking hands, I slashed its throat again and again. I couldn't cut through. It was hard. But I didn't stop.. My life depended on it.
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