I sat with my psychiatrist, feeling the rapid bumps and chills of fear. That was, as I spoke to him about my demons. I stroke the red, semi soft sofa, describing the smiling, ripped faces of the wolves which followed me. Stalked me. Sought me out in fascination and aggressiveness. He didn't smile, frown, or otherwise make any facial expressions.
"Yes, now, if you had to describe the disposition of these wolves behavior, how would you do so?" He asked, writing on a notepad.
"They are toying with me. They want to kill me. Th-they want to explore me. They want to use me as a tool. Something for entertainment." I answered, my voice cracking. I could feel a a cold tear make its way down my face, and down into my shirt beneath the black jacket.
"And you say they follow you?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Could you step to the window and tell me what you see?" He asked of me, "Shouldn't be that bad. Just tell me if you see these monsters."
"O-okay..." I didn't want to go to the window. I truly didn't. But obeying, i stood up from the couch and up to the glass. Everything seemed normal, sunny, small over-cast. Below me there was a street, two lane, side walks on either side, a tree on the other, and a bit of woods beyond from the natural park. I'd spend time in there if it weren't for my shadows. I looked up and down the scene once or twice. When suddenly, something something caught my eye. It was as if there was a small billowing of smoke from beside the tree. My blood ran cold.
"Well, Danni, what do you see?" He asked, mused that I had such a look on my face. The smoke had spread and re purposed into the shape of the wolf, smiling at me with it's ripped mouth wide apart. The eyes glowed a fiery red, and smoke drew slowly from it's back and tail.
"It's here!" I panicked out, stumbling backwards and falling to the floor. I curled up in a ball next, shaking and crying. I sobbed out, "He's here to destroy me." The psychiatrist, startled and stood. He approached the window with his pad. Immediately, I heard the pad hit the ground. I had stopped looking. In my mind I could only think one thought, repeatedly, sobbing. He's coming, he's coming, he's coming. I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead. God save me.
"Christ almighty...Danni, move." He whispered, backing towards me. In that moment, taking in the fact that I might not be insane, I couldn't move. I didn't know why. Time seemed to slow. I felt his hands on my shoulders, turning me to face him. Anger seemed to flood his face, red and forceful. His hands would hurt my shoulders. Which wouldn't help my already racing and panicky mind.
"Damn it Danni, Run!" He yelled, throwing me up on to my feet. Right run. Run, I can do that. I turned to the door and took my first, lunging step.
That's as far as I got before the window and wall exploded. The explosion shook the very ground and sent me tumbling away without any control over my own body. My last image would be one of a receding distance between the wall and me.
I would wake to the pain. My eyes would not want to open. The immediate realization of my surroundings would be this, the sound of falling wood, clattering, and a faint crackling of fire. Then the feelings of gravity and temperature came to me. It was warm. The exact temperature of outside. Makes sene. Visions of the event flooded through my dazed head as I attempted to sit up. I succeeded in that, noticing blood coming from my mouth, I wiped the already drying stream off my lip. My left arm was bleeding as well, the jacket arm tore in the exact same pattern as the cut that had been ripped across the exposed skin.
That's when I became aware of an irregular breathing very nearby. I strained my neck to turn left, and with grueling pain, I succeeded in doing so. My psychiatrist lay against the wall next to mine, one arm bent in a set of very un-natural angles, and his other arm around his abdomen, clutching hard. From beneath the arm, crimson ran freely, staining his grey-blue jacket, then the carpet upon which he had built a career on. His eyes stared at me with such intensity, that I could not help but lock eyes with him. For a moment, we sat and lay like this, understanding that we both suffered on the inside. Then he spoke.
"Danni, find my family...My father and my Son will know what to do. Seek them out and they will protect you. Promise me this." His voice warped with tears, but burnt with a strength I had yet not known. I stared into his eyes for a moment, watching the glistening of the sunlight in his eyes. Interrupted by a tear alone, running down his cheek, "Promise me!"
"I-i Promise!" I yelled out at him, feeling tears well in my eyes. I wiped them only to find more in their place. When I got a look at him, I could see he was smiling, happiness in the face of death. Then his body gave to convulsions. It took into rapid, spasmatic shivers, and he screamed out in pain. The blood doubled in rate, and the spasms began to become less and less powerful. I couldn't do anything, the sight terrified me. I didn't want to see it, but I couldn't look away. Why!? Why did his death have to be so painful?
Then it was upon me. It lept gracefully into the hole blasted into the wall, standing silently. It smiled at me, it's eyes just as red as every, and smoke billowing from the extremities of its body. It seemed to mock me, in a deep and superior voice.
"I'm surprised. You actually survived. That means you are the one I've been searching for." It joked, non-nonchalantly. I brimmed with anger, screaming to it.
"How dare you! How dare you!? I swear to God, I will destroy you! I will kill you!" I yelled at the thing. I swore to do exactly that. The blood rushed through my veins at an enormous rate.
"Certainty the temperament that I had guessed. Maybe not the gender. But all in all, I'm willing to cooperate." It said, cool as ever, which infuriated me. But what he had said confused me and aroused curiosity.
"What do you mean?" My voice was harsh, accusing, but demanding an answer.
"You'll see, child. For now, accept this as a parting gift." It said, stepping towards me. Then another. Another. Then Once more. And then the wretched killer was upon me. I couldn't move. I willed myself to move, blink, anything, but my body couldn't do it. It was as though it had taken control of my body. That suspicion was confirmed when my head leaned to the right uncontrollably. I could not see the beast, for my eyes where locked in place. My thoughts rambled, raced, and shot everywhere until one sudden sensation parted them all. A piercing cold exploded on my neck's left side. Although I couldn't make a sound, I uncontrollably gasped out. The cold remained as my head was lifted once more. To look this wolf, or whatever the hell it was, in the face. Its red eyes looked deeply into mine.
"Yes. You are the one." It said, turning and walking to the makeshift entrance once more, then, turned to look at me one last time, "You will have control over your body once you wake. And just a warning. The pain will be almost unbearable." And left. I had noticed that the cold spot had begun to warm, having just reached a temperature above 98.6 degrees, and was rapidly growing in temperature. A few seconds later, and the temperature became slightly uncomfortable. Then I noticed something else, as the the spot became warmer, it grew. And as it started becoming painful, the sensation had covered half my body, expanding in a strange way. It reached over almost my entire body, covering it in the fiery burning before I black out. And through it, not once did I scream out.
"Yes, now, if you had to describe the disposition of these wolves behavior, how would you do so?" He asked, writing on a notepad.
"They are toying with me. They want to kill me. Th-they want to explore me. They want to use me as a tool. Something for entertainment." I answered, my voice cracking. I could feel a a cold tear make its way down my face, and down into my shirt beneath the black jacket.
"And you say they follow you?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Could you step to the window and tell me what you see?" He asked of me, "Shouldn't be that bad. Just tell me if you see these monsters."
"O-okay..." I didn't want to go to the window. I truly didn't. But obeying, i stood up from the couch and up to the glass. Everything seemed normal, sunny, small over-cast. Below me there was a street, two lane, side walks on either side, a tree on the other, and a bit of woods beyond from the natural park. I'd spend time in there if it weren't for my shadows. I looked up and down the scene once or twice. When suddenly, something something caught my eye. It was as if there was a small billowing of smoke from beside the tree. My blood ran cold.
"Well, Danni, what do you see?" He asked, mused that I had such a look on my face. The smoke had spread and re purposed into the shape of the wolf, smiling at me with it's ripped mouth wide apart. The eyes glowed a fiery red, and smoke drew slowly from it's back and tail.
"It's here!" I panicked out, stumbling backwards and falling to the floor. I curled up in a ball next, shaking and crying. I sobbed out, "He's here to destroy me." The psychiatrist, startled and stood. He approached the window with his pad. Immediately, I heard the pad hit the ground. I had stopped looking. In my mind I could only think one thought, repeatedly, sobbing. He's coming, he's coming, he's coming. I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead. God save me.
"Christ almighty...Danni, move." He whispered, backing towards me. In that moment, taking in the fact that I might not be insane, I couldn't move. I didn't know why. Time seemed to slow. I felt his hands on my shoulders, turning me to face him. Anger seemed to flood his face, red and forceful. His hands would hurt my shoulders. Which wouldn't help my already racing and panicky mind.
"Damn it Danni, Run!" He yelled, throwing me up on to my feet. Right run. Run, I can do that. I turned to the door and took my first, lunging step.
That's as far as I got before the window and wall exploded. The explosion shook the very ground and sent me tumbling away without any control over my own body. My last image would be one of a receding distance between the wall and me.
I would wake to the pain. My eyes would not want to open. The immediate realization of my surroundings would be this, the sound of falling wood, clattering, and a faint crackling of fire. Then the feelings of gravity and temperature came to me. It was warm. The exact temperature of outside. Makes sene. Visions of the event flooded through my dazed head as I attempted to sit up. I succeeded in that, noticing blood coming from my mouth, I wiped the already drying stream off my lip. My left arm was bleeding as well, the jacket arm tore in the exact same pattern as the cut that had been ripped across the exposed skin.
That's when I became aware of an irregular breathing very nearby. I strained my neck to turn left, and with grueling pain, I succeeded in doing so. My psychiatrist lay against the wall next to mine, one arm bent in a set of very un-natural angles, and his other arm around his abdomen, clutching hard. From beneath the arm, crimson ran freely, staining his grey-blue jacket, then the carpet upon which he had built a career on. His eyes stared at me with such intensity, that I could not help but lock eyes with him. For a moment, we sat and lay like this, understanding that we both suffered on the inside. Then he spoke.
"Danni, find my family...My father and my Son will know what to do. Seek them out and they will protect you. Promise me this." His voice warped with tears, but burnt with a strength I had yet not known. I stared into his eyes for a moment, watching the glistening of the sunlight in his eyes. Interrupted by a tear alone, running down his cheek, "Promise me!"
"I-i Promise!" I yelled out at him, feeling tears well in my eyes. I wiped them only to find more in their place. When I got a look at him, I could see he was smiling, happiness in the face of death. Then his body gave to convulsions. It took into rapid, spasmatic shivers, and he screamed out in pain. The blood doubled in rate, and the spasms began to become less and less powerful. I couldn't do anything, the sight terrified me. I didn't want to see it, but I couldn't look away. Why!? Why did his death have to be so painful?
Then it was upon me. It lept gracefully into the hole blasted into the wall, standing silently. It smiled at me, it's eyes just as red as every, and smoke billowing from the extremities of its body. It seemed to mock me, in a deep and superior voice.
"I'm surprised. You actually survived. That means you are the one I've been searching for." It joked, non-nonchalantly. I brimmed with anger, screaming to it.
"How dare you! How dare you!? I swear to God, I will destroy you! I will kill you!" I yelled at the thing. I swore to do exactly that. The blood rushed through my veins at an enormous rate.
"Certainty the temperament that I had guessed. Maybe not the gender. But all in all, I'm willing to cooperate." It said, cool as ever, which infuriated me. But what he had said confused me and aroused curiosity.
"What do you mean?" My voice was harsh, accusing, but demanding an answer.
"You'll see, child. For now, accept this as a parting gift." It said, stepping towards me. Then another. Another. Then Once more. And then the wretched killer was upon me. I couldn't move. I willed myself to move, blink, anything, but my body couldn't do it. It was as though it had taken control of my body. That suspicion was confirmed when my head leaned to the right uncontrollably. I could not see the beast, for my eyes where locked in place. My thoughts rambled, raced, and shot everywhere until one sudden sensation parted them all. A piercing cold exploded on my neck's left side. Although I couldn't make a sound, I uncontrollably gasped out. The cold remained as my head was lifted once more. To look this wolf, or whatever the hell it was, in the face. Its red eyes looked deeply into mine.
"Yes. You are the one." It said, turning and walking to the makeshift entrance once more, then, turned to look at me one last time, "You will have control over your body once you wake. And just a warning. The pain will be almost unbearable." And left. I had noticed that the cold spot had begun to warm, having just reached a temperature above 98.6 degrees, and was rapidly growing in temperature. A few seconds later, and the temperature became slightly uncomfortable. Then I noticed something else, as the the spot became warmer, it grew. And as it started becoming painful, the sensation had covered half my body, expanding in a strange way. It reached over almost my entire body, covering it in the fiery burning before I black out. And through it, not once did I scream out.