Author's Note:
This is my first story,
bear with me. Reviews are appreciated.
Disclaimer:
I do not
own anything but my clothes, ideas and made up characters.
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Dæmon aka GG
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Flickering lights illuminated the deserted hallway littered with the remains of shattered glass. Corpses sprawled across desks and chairs, the blood still draining from their cold beings. A waver of movement and a soft scraping noise captures my attention, causing me to freeze mid-step and glance about wildly for the source. Slowly one of the lifeless bodies begins to move, attempting to sit up. My heart and mind racing, I hurried over to the doors and one by one, pulled the small trash bins that held them open away. I knew that it wouldn't stop these things for very long. Continuing down the hallway, I dared to glance back as more of the recent dead began to rise. Mentally swearing, I began to run faster, looking for a room that didn't have glass windows. It felt like an eternity but was only mere moments before I found what I was searching for. Reaching for the cold door knob, I twisted it, but luck seemed to be against me as I began to pound on the door. "Please! Someone let me in! Please!" I begged.
The heavy door swung open and pairs of hands pulled me inside the dark room. I began to scream until a pair of rather strong hands were clapped across my mouth, stifling the noise easily. "Hush child, we don't want them to know where we hide." A voice hissed in my ear. I nodded; my eyes were wide with fear of what would happen if we were found. The lights above us flicked on and I could see the faces of my 'rescuers'. They were a grim bunch of people; armed with what little guns they could find.
There was a soft tap at the door and my breath hitched in my throat. Moving towards the door, I unlocked it, opening it slightly. A putrid breath of air entered my nose and I gagged, getting a good look at the zombie before my mind put two and two together. Screaming, I attempted to slam the door, but was met with resistance as more and more of the zombies began to try and push it open. "Help me! Don't just stand there like idiots!" I shrieked, now going into full panic mode. They came to their senses and slowly helped me push the door shut and lock it. I slumped to the floor, trying to remove the image from my mind.
There was a partial avulsion of the skin on the creature's face, the layers of skin covering the glaring red eyes only slightly. Whoever had killed this man took the time to eviscerate him. Trailing on the ground were the internal organs leaving the chest cavity empty.
I shuddered as the fresh image came back to mind. One of the women kneeled before me, placing a gloved hand on my shoulder; she gave it a gentle squeeze. "Its okay honey, we'll be all right," the soft murmur came as I threw my arms around her neck, sobbing hysterically.
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I shot up in bed, drenched in a cold sweat and shaking uncontrollably. Hugging my knees to my chest I let out a choked sob. Upon glancing around the pitch black room, my eyes landed on the mirror that was across from my bed and I quickly averted my eyes.
Taking several deep breaths in attempt to calm myself, I felt my eyelids begin to droop with sleepiness. It was then I noticed the ringing in my ears accompanied by soft clicks and chirps. Pushing them to the back of my head, I buried myself underneath the covers falling asleep shortly thereafter.
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I awoke to the blissful sounds of screaming and pounding on my door. "KIANNA GET YOUR LAZY ARSE OUT OF BED!" Ah, how I do love my older brother.
"I'm coming, hold your horses, for Christ's sake," I mumbled, rolling out of my bed. The cold hardwood floor had a rather nice sobering effect. Flinging the door open, I shot a nasty glare at my smirking brother, who wisely began to bolt for the stairs. "OH NO YOU DON'T!" I screeched chasing after him, taking the steps two at a time.
In the process of chasing my brother down, I failed to see his friend lurking around the corner. Our skulls met with a sickening crack.
I stumbled backwards, watching the stars flashing across my eyes. "Well aren't you pretty," I crooned to the little flashes. "Yo, Ki are you okay?" Jeremy asked, now slightly concerned seeing how I was trying to focus on the stars that danced across my vision still. "Perfectly fine, now where did Eric go? He has hell to pay for waking me up," I growled.
Jeremy need not to have pointed because I spotted him pulling a waffle out of the toaster. Walking over I snatched it from his hands and hopped up on the counter. "Why thank you kind sir, for making my breakfast," I said snidely.
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Plopping down on the sturdy wood chair, I glanced at the windows that were popping up in the lower left corner of my screen. Most were from my friends, but one in particular grabbed my attention.
§Chat log§
cookiesncreme says: u aren't alone
cookiesncreme says: it happens 2 me 2
cookiesncreme says: theyre watching us
cookiesncreme says: u cant see them but they can see us
ªºþ-Ýäûtjä-þºª says: Uh, who is this?
cookiesncreme says: the hunters have become the hunted
ªºþ-Ýäûtjä-þºª says: Excuse me?
cookiesncreme says: the worm has turned
cookiesncreme says: you cant hide
ªºþ-Ýäûtjä-þºª says: Hide from whom? Who are you?
ªºþ-Ýäûtjä-þºª says: Hello?
cookiesncreme is now offline.
§End chat log§
Now I was thoroughly freaked out. It wasn't everyday that I get messages from apparently mentally unstable people named cookiesncreme. Their messages albeit confusing, did spark my curiosity, leaving me with several questions.
Shrugging it off, I opened up a browser going through my daily routine of checking forums and other websites. Seeing as how nothing was new, I minimized the browser and headed back downstairs.
Pulling open the sliding glass door, I stepped outside into our lush backyard. Glancing around, I called out to my older brother, "Eric I'll be back in a bit!" That said and done, I scrambled over the wood fence into the heavily treed area behind our house.
Trailing my fingers against the rough bark, I allowed myself to sigh. Glancing to the sky, hidden by the massive amounts of leaves, I continued to weave between the trees. Something felt wrong, terribly wrong. The silence was beginning to scare me. In attempts to comfort myself I began to sing softly.
There's someone inside me that softly kills everyone around
They don't know they're dead to me 'cause intent never makes a sound
All along they found I strangled lovers who've learned from slower hands
With these eleven minutes I could teach you what I am
You're sick, sick as all the
Secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
You're sick, sick as all the
Secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
There's an art in seclusion. Production in depression
If a stranger turns up missing, this song is my confession
Tell the tales of the trail of dead, lovers learn from slower hands
Losing self in myself, inner demons make demands
Something snapped, causing me to freeze. I could hear my own heart beat as the wind whispered through the leaves and branches causing them to rustle. "Hello?" I called out tentatively. Upon receiving no reply I continued to sing.
You're sick, sick as all the
Secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
You're sick, sick as all the
Secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
You're suffocating me, so very hard to breathe
My mask is growing heavy but I've forgotten who's beneath
You're sick, sick as all the
Secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
You're sick, sick as all the
Secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
Step. Step. Crunch. There it was again! Now I was sure I was being followed. Attempting to act nonchalant, I rubbed my nose and glanced at the sky, the sun seemed to be setting. "Was I really out here that long?" I mused softly to myself.
Turning around I headed back towards my house when I saw a ripple in the air. Squinting my eyes I assumed it was a trick of the light. The disturbing part was the soft clicking I heard that seemed to be coming from everywhere at once.
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Before I crawled into
my bed I cast one last glance at the computer monitor and let out a
low growl. "Who the hell is that person, and why don't they just
leave me alone?!"
Almost stomping over to the chair I let out a
sigh.
§Chat log§
cookiesncreme says: uve seen 1
cookiesncreme says: the ripples in teh air
cookiesncreme says: you r being hunted
cookiesncreme says: pray that they wont kill u
cookiesncreme is now offline.
§End chat log§
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I rolled out of bed after slamming my alarm against the closet door. Oh how I hate Mondays with a fiery passion. Barely glancing at my clothes I yanked them on in record speed. Scooping up my schoolbooks in one hand I slid down the banister, it was faster than running down the stairs. "Bye Mom!" I shouted, the door slamming behind me.
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Ptoonk! Ptoonk!
The balls ricocheted off the gymnasium floors and walls with astounding speed and force. I managed to dodge the speeding projectiles for quite some time before I grew exhausted. Pausing for a moment I glanced at the bleachers where I had seen a quick flash of blue light. "Probably just my imagination," I muttered, turning my head in time to see a ball speed towards me.
Ptoonk!
A large red mark appeared on my thigh, which felt like it was on fire. Biting my tongue I gingerly rubbed the spot where I had been pegged.
The bell rang, the awful clanging noise continuing for nearly a minute. "Only one more class to go…"
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He switched the vision modes in his mask rapidly, noticing how only one of the pyode amedha saw the flicker of color. "Setg'in kwei ooman." The yautja thought.
His head cocked to one side, the cloaked warrior watched the tiny oomans in the middle of what looked like a gkei'moun nain-de. The yautja was intrigued by their strange game, especially when the light haired ooman became cornered like a zabin.
The warrior suppressed a roar as the harsh noise was magnified inside his mask, causing him to almost miss the soft mutterings of his prey.
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I rode the not-so-glorious bus home, pulling down the window as much as possible with some sliver of hope that I would be able to escape the stifling heat caused by so many bodies.
I had no such luck.
As soon as the giant yellow vehicle rolled to a stop, I dashed down the steps, glad to be in the fresh air once more. Yet, it still didn't help with the feeling of being watched. I recalled the strange conversation with that person, how they said something was always watching us. I shivered slightly at the disconcerting thought.
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It felt nice to be back upstairs staring at the computer screen, waiting for the screen saver to disappear. After several minutes it clicked back to my desktop, where strange symbols flashed in bright red.
For once, my geekiness came in handy.
It took me all but a few seconds to recognize the signs though I could not translate them. They were that of the yautja language.
My mind reeled at the thought. "But they do not exist! They are just aliens from stories and movies!" I had come to the conclusion that someone had gone and downloaded a font and messed with my computer.
A blood curdling shriek permeated my thoughts. Scampering out of my room and down the stairs I rushed to see what was wrong.
I was met with a gruesome sight…