The Stolen Flower

The telaporting strager

Chapter 1

Snapping out of my dazed state, I realized I was having a flashback. I’m on the ground, on my hands, and knees, facing directly down on the grass where I see a bit of blood, only droplets. Blood, not an unforeseen thing in my life, It has been present more than anyone should bear. I pushed myself up onto my feet, facing in front of me. my vision was slightly blurry like the world was merging with another. I quickly close my eyes for a few moments, then open to see the world in order.

    I start walking through the woods that I often spent my free time in, hunting small animals to eat. I headed for the small town that I lived in all my life, I’ve traded there ever since the fire. My trek was sorta long, so while I walk I look around at the trees, looking for any sign of humans. Though why would they come in here is confusing to me, I mean I am the demon that haunts this wood. That’s what they refer to me as, though they don't realize that this ‘demon’ is a thirteen-year-old boy. I suppose they don’t realize that I’m the demon because I’m able to trade with them, though some of them do have their suspicions, though they are the village crazy people.

    I trade some of the animals I kill to buy stuff like a new sleeping bag, or supplies, winter gear, and so on so forth. Yes, I’m homeless, in which yes I beg for money, not very proud of that, but what can you do. Everything in my life has been instinct, hunting just came naturally to me, so I guess they were right to call me a monster, I’m a natural-born monster.

Heaving the bag slightly filled with dead animals I’m carrying with me, to the trade of course. I finally exit the wood, the sun blaring in my eyes, blinding me. As my eyes adjust I look to see the market, the place I trade.

I've been saving up for the last few months to buy a new sleeping bag because mine had burned earlier this year. However, when I was heading towards the stand that sold animal products I'd noticed a very particular man, he was dressed funny. It was as if he was a drug dealer or something. I couldn’t concern any features of him, his fedora hid his face very well, and the trench coat covered the majority of his body except his black boots and seemingly yellow hands. Normally I would stay away from someone like that but he had an aura around him as if to tell me that we had no ill intention and that I can trust him. So when he approached me and asked who I was. I wasn't very against talking to him.

"Are you Theo Hollow?" he asked in a deep monotone voice, which kinda surprised me. I had pegged him as an aggressive person.

"And what if I am?" I did not completely understand why he was asking for me.

"Then that would mean you're the one I need to bring back," These words sent a shiver up my spine, of course out of fear.

"I'm not gonna lie, I'm Theo Hollow. So what do ya want with me?" I asked very suspiciously.

     "I'll have to ask you to come with me." He bluntly stated.

     "And why is that?" I asked, backing up a little, now very concerned about the situation.

"Because you need to get out of here." He said as if it would explain everything.

"Wha-" suddenly he grabbed my shoulders, and I saw something very bright coming out of his hands, as everything started to blur out until everything turned black, he had said something but I couldn't make it out unless it was directed towards me.

I had started gagging when everything came into view. We were in front of a building, made of red bricks, it was large, maybe to host about a thousand people. I had failed to notice that the man had removed his hand from my shoulder, so I looked at him, his demeanor was of feeling awkward, as if he didn’t know what to do.

“Okay, so Theo, I need you to go inside that building, and they will explain inside.” He said looking at me, though that was before a glowing circle appeared under his feet, and then he disappeared.

Okay so I guess I’m alone, I feel as if I should listen to him, even if this has so many red flags. I look to the building, what's the harm in listening? I walk into the building only to see crowds of children and what I suppose is their parents. All of the children seem to be my age, thirteen. There are stands with lines of people leading to them, I suppose this is some sign-up thing. The people surrounding me were strangely looking at me. They were staring at me because I was in torn dirty clothes, my hair a mess, and overall a very mean, and crazy-looking person. Though it’s not like I’m not used to this, still how cruel can humans be.