The Fog

chapter 6

I open the notebook and she writing and sketches on every page. I see all sorts on monster sketches, including the tree monster and the octopus monster I already encountered. On every page there is a sketch of a monster and information about where to find it, what it's strengths and weaknesses are, how to kill it, and how to treat wounds from this monster. I flip through the pages skimming through the information on the pages and as I reach the last few pages I finally see what I'm looking for, information about the fog. I read through the pages and discovered that an old friend of my fathers, named Davis, was the creator of the fog, apparently they were best friends but  after my father discovered a plan created by Davis to destroy their home and take over the world he knew he had to stop him and locked him up. Apparently he left me and my mother after he discovered that Davis had escaped and left to stop him before he could harm anyone but was captured by Davis and has been held prisoner over the years. The only way to stop the fog is to kill Davis as he controls the fog and will continue to do so as long as he is alive.

"Wow," I say to myself, as that was a lot of information to take in. It was getting darker outside and I realized it was almost night so I went downstairs and locked all the doors and returned to my room. I put the notebook in my bag and decided I would take a bath to think about what I was gonna do next. I started the water and walked to my room and grabbed some clothes and returned to the bathroom. I had also grabbed some lanterns from my closet and placed them around the bathroom to help me see. I got in the tub and relaxed, the last few days had been insane it was only 3 days ago since the fog first appeared and since then I've met my real father, almost died from a giant octopus. I stayed there with my thoughts for a few more minutes until I heard a crash downstairs. I immediately jolted up, got out of the tub, wrapped a towel around me, and grabbed my knife. I slowly walked down the stairs when I heard a boy wincing, I turned to go down the hallway which lead to the dinning room. I entered the room and turned to the kitchen with my knife out and saw a boy about 5'9" with short dark brown hair.

"Turn around now if you don't wanna die tonight." I said in a calm voice. The boy turned around and I was surprised by a cute boy with grey and blue eyes in front of me. I noticed his hand was bleeding and set my knife on the counter and went to the bathroom around the corner, opened the cabinet under the sink, and grabbed several bandages.

"Here clean up your hand, you're bleeding everywhere." I tell him and walk to the pantry and grab 2 waters. I hand him a water.

"Thanks," he said as his eyes met mine, "I'm Michael." He told me as he went back to wrapping his hand. He was struggling a bit.

"Here give me your hand you're doing a terrible job." He gives me his hand and I finish wrapping it up in bandages.

"So why are you in my house Michael?" I ask him.

"Well I'm here to help you take down my father and save yours."