The Thing: Part 1
It all started on that day, I never wanted it to happen and I still resent the day it did. I was too young to get caught up in all of this, but I cant help it. Im stuck in this situation, whether I like it or not. I was only 11 when it happened. It started out like any other day, I walked to school but never arrived. I skipped school to go smoke by the bridge. I did this every day. Me and my friends were there, thinking that we were the coolest kids in the world and feeling completely secure. My mind nor my body will never be secure after that day. I am 23 years old and I still refuse to sleep without a source of light.
My best friend Callum went to go get the other packet of 'smokes'. Callum always had a thirst for adventure, it was that thirst that got him killed. Callum bent over to pick up the smokes, when he looked up there was a pair of eyes looking at him. There was a rustle in the bushes and then it ran. Callum being Callum gave chase, eager to embark on any adventure, and ran deep into the woods. We waited in silence for minutes. Then the silence broke. At that moment I heard the most blood curdling, peircing scream of fear and pain, that any human has ever heard. All of us ran into the woods, trying to help our desperate friend. What we saw next stopped us dead in our tracks.
A small black creature, ripping callum apart, limb from limb. Poor Callum was still alive and concious while it was happening. In an instant, The Thing looked up, obviously infuriated. It waved its hand and sent a pyrokinetic wave in our direction. It killed everyone. Everyone but me. Something inside of me knew how to stop it. I was acting on pure instinct. I raised my hand and stopped the flames, dead in there tracks. I felt all the power in the world, and sent them flying back. The Thing was knocked on its back. It lay there for a second or two, I thought it was dead. I turned around to walk away, tears streaming down my cheek. Then it got up.
I saw the fury in its eyes, the pure rage pulsing through its body. It was mad, and I knew it. It jumped on me and began ripping large chunks of flesh out of my face and torso, the pain was excruciating. Then it came back, the instinct. I shot a beam of energy from my third eye chakra, Directly into the Things heart. It was sent flying off of me, and it yet again, lay on the ground. Still acting on instinct I quickly healed myself. It was a wierd feeling. I was doing amazing things, and I didnt seem suprised. It felt natural. After a moment of reflection, the Thing got up again. It didnt attack. It just shot me a look of pure evil, and disappeared into the dense woods.
I reacheed home late that day, I snapped back to reality, Remembering the horrific scene that I witnessed. Nobody was home, I was stranded and vunerable. I sat there for hours on edge. Waiting for something to happen. Then i heard it, the rustle in the bushes. I looked up and saw exactly what I expected. A pair of eyes, staring at me. Yet again the Thing shot me that evil look and ran into the woods. On the grass, where the thing once stood, Layed the severed heads of my parents. There was also a crumpled peice of paper. It read 'Your next. I will kill everybody you know, and then finnaly, slowly and painfully kill you. Signed: The Thing'...
To be Continued