I broke my legs free and hopped up to my feet on the table. Looking around me I was completely out numbered. Dimietry came up from behind me and tried to restrain me but I fought him off and threw him off my back onto the cavern floor. Jumping on top of him, I grabbed another finger nail and ripped it off, forcing him to scream out in pain. The other changelings moved to help their leader but he motioned for them to stay where they were. Dimietry grabbed my leg and pulled me off balance sending me crashing down next to him. He climbed on top of me and tried to pin me down but I was too swift for him and escaped out from between his legs. By the time he turned around I was in the standing position and ready to fight. He turned himself into a tiger before leaping towards me again. Suddenly I felt a strong surge of power rising inside of me and before I knew it the leaping tiger was caged up in front of me. The tiger growled before turning into a snake and escaping the cage. Next thing
I reminisced about the time I spent with David, Sylvia and Tony. We bonded so much in so little time it felt like they’ve been a part of my life for years. And to just lose them in a few short days was heart wrenching. I couldn’t bear the thought of them being gone. My eyes welled up with tears again and I didn’t care to hold them back. I sat on the ground and pulled my knees up to my chest. I started crying, it seemed like the only thing I could do at this point. I had to hide my secrets from everyone else. At least it was nice to be able to share things with someone. And now that someone was gone. I buried my head between my knees as I cried harder. My tears dripped down my nose, soaking me in the process. After a few hours, the fire died down low enough to walk through. My face hurt from all the crying I had done and my vision was a little blurred but I continued to try and find my way out of the cave anyway. It took me a very long time, and I got lost on several occasions along
Pulling back the sleeping bag the mysterious occupant began to cough violently and thrash about. In an instant David leapt from the cloth as though it had been on fire. His torn clothes revealed the scars from his torturous ordeal so I quickly jumped to my feet and rushed him into the house.Though I had only been gone for a few days, the house felt as if it were abandoned for years. The musty scent of Liam’s last dinner had wafted through the kitchen reminding me of his holiday with friends. A soft light was all that shown through the blinds which gave way to the thin lair of dust on the television. Walking through the house for the first time since the ordeal felt like our bodies were stuck in slow motion. After I checked all the rooms and got a drink from the refrigerator, we retired to the couch.Once our bodies hit, dust flew into the air bringing us back to the reality at hand. This made the silence more deafening.David and I haven’t spoken a word since walking through the doo
Months have gone by without a hitch. After sending Liam to live with my father while I sort through this mess I’ve been bouncing from city to city in search for clues. Afraid to get to close to anyone I’ve kept a low profile. There hasn’t been any activity from the supernatural throughout the entire northeastern coastline, so I set my sights to the south where an unexplained string of phenomena have been recently occurring.It’s too much of a coincidence for two or three tragedies to strike off the coast of North Myrtle Beach. However, eight tragedies in total have cursed a 200 mile radius of the city. From unexpected fires to pile ups on I95. Normal people would see this as a string of unfortunate luck for the area but I feel this has a more sinister cause…The crisp wind blew through the palm trees with the faint smell of the ocean sifting through the window.Darius had just sat down for his morning cup of coffee as he fumbled through his paperwork for the day. His brows furrowed as
Darius woke up the next morning dreading getting out of bed. He rubbed his tired, almond eyes and rolled over to hit the snooze button. As he turned back over he was startled by a loud banging on the door. It was time…He jumped out of bed as fast as he could and threw on the clothes from the floor. The banging continued for the next five minutes until he got to the door, he thought as though it would never stop.‘Maybe he gave up and left?’ He thought to himself as he glanced through the peep hole. A tall man stood waiting. His crisp blond hair gave away quickly that it was Haans who was waiting. ‘He must have sensed me.’ He said to himself as he watched Haans impatiently sway side to side.“I know you’re there Darius. Quit stalling.” He said calmly.Darius opened the door hesitantly and let him in.Haans feverishly paced the floor in front of Darius in what seemed like an eternity as he described the conditions before signing the contract. He had only agreed to take on the assignme
It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a la
Hmm… It's chilly out this morning, and a little bit on the cloudy side. The smell of the dying leaves is very calming, I guess you could say. Maybe it's just me, but I love everything about autumn. The changing weather, pumpkin pie, the leaves falling to the ground, pumpkin coffee, Halloween approaching, pumpkin cookies, Thanksgiving and did I mention pumpkin pie? I guess this is where I would introduce myself. My name is Sophie Fredrickson; I am a widowed mother of one. My son's name is Liam; he recently turned eleven this past September. He’s kind of tall for his age, reaching four-foot-seven, with blond hair and my blue eyes. I tell him every day he looks like his father as he responds blushing with an ‘I doubt it’. We tragically lost my husband and his father, Julian, about a year and a half ago. It's still very strange without him here. Having no one to wake up to in the morning or help Liam with his sports is kind of tough. Not to mention I can’t stop thinking about him. If I c
Sylvester is six-foot-five and is very skinny. His square face is bristly and mostly sunken in. His cheek bones pop out from the rest of his face and his bushy white eyebrows make it hard to see his brown eyes. Needless to say the smoothest and only hairless part of him is the top of his head. His skeletal structure makes you wonder when the last time it was that he had anything to eat. Despite his ghastly appearance, he is one of the sweetest guys you’ll ever meet. Through everything that has happened, these are the people who have been there for me the most. They have also respected my privacy, and let me be alone when I needed to. I haven’t been the same since… that night. It's really hard to talk about what happened to my husband, but it is a crucial part of my story and how I became who I am. It was late at night and Liam was spending it at a friend’s house for a slumber party with the soccer team. The storm had just set in and the cold made us turn on the pellet stove. I didn't