Don't Starve

Hatred

Wilson's POV: I take in a breath of the cool morning air and stare off at the rising sun. Willow continues to stare down into the fire, which is barely burning by now. I stand and throw my backpack over my shoulder. I grab my axe from off the floor.
"Willow," I say twisting around to face her. She looks up to me and I almost feel sorry for her. Almost. She looks so innocent and helpless. Something deep down in me wants to save her from this purgatory, but I know I will never be able to. By my guess she is only about thirteen. She is so young. She doesn't deserve to be here. "Willow," I say again because it's the only thing running through my mind. "Be careful." She nods and I turn, unable to take looking into those lifeless eyes any longer. I glance back one last time to see that her attention is back on the burning embers. Stupid kid, she is going to be killed. I stop abruptly. She is going to be killed. I can't let that happen. I turn around once more.
"Willow maybe you should go and get some wood for the fire." I start walking back over to her as she gets up. I hand her my axe. She takes it in her hands but says nothing.
"Be careful with that," I say. She nods in understanding and as she is turning I notice a gleam in her skirt pocket. "Maybe I should keep watch of the lighter from now on" I start to reach for the glistening object but she turns to face me. The axe is held so dangerously in her delicate hands. She holds it up to my chest and I back away slowly.
"Don't touch it!" She screams her voice filled with rage "Don't you ever touch it!" She sounds like a little girl throwing a temper tantrum. The only problem is that she is holding the axe. I shake my head to tell her that I understand and she backs down. I watch as she disappears into the woods.
That's when the whispers start hissing in my head. It's hushed static at first but I can hear it start to get louder. I push my hands against my temples as the whispers become shrieking wails. I wanna scream but all that comes out is a whimper. Just as I'm about to lose my mind, it stops.
"Say pal," a voice booms over me. It sounds distant but as I look up I'm greeted with the man who spoke it. "You don't look so good," I pull back in disgust as I realize that I recognize that voice. I have never hated someone more then I hated him in that very moment. I wanted to jump at his throat and strangle him. I didn't move I just glared at him. He was tall and his face looked unnatural and fake. He had high, sharp cheek bones and a long pointed chin. He smiled a devilish smile. It was sharp and his teeth were baring between his lips.
"Oh come, Higgsbury, no need for this unnecessary attitude. I haven't done anything wrong."
"Oh pardon me that I dislike your taste in fun." I spit every word out like poison. I wanted him to feel the way I felt when he dragged me here. "I just think that you would be above dragging little children out of their homes and imprisoning them here. It's a little low, isn't it?" He scowls.
"What do you think to gain bringing us here?" I spit the question out. He laughs. Not a sad fake laugh, but one that is so harsh and meaningful that it sends shivers down your spine. The laugh seemed to bite into me and rip me open. I felt weak and vulnerable. I swallowed hard.
"I have not gained from bring you here. I gave you an opportunity. After all, it was not I who flipped the switch."
"You made me," I scream because it's the only way I can tell myself that he's lying.
"You knew this was going to happen, Higgsbury. You knew you were going to end up here,"
"No...no no no...No!!!" I screamed and fell down onto my knees. I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Face it, Higgsbury, you wanted to be here." I could feel his breath on me. His words were like daggers. I could feel his smile beating down on me.
"You're a liar," I yelled it as loud as I could, but it still didn't feel like the truth. He started laughing again. Each one sharp and harsh. It was driving me insane. I could feel something sharp and hard under my fingers. I gripped my hand around it. I couldn't take the laughing anymore. I jumped up and took a swing at his face. I wanted to break that crooked, fake jaw of his. I wanted anything if it meant he stop laughing. He grabbed me by the neck before I was even close to hitting him. His fingers were ice cold and his nails dug into the back of my neck. He brought me up close to his face. I could feel that I was losing oxygen. I dropped the stone and pulled at his hands.
"This is my world Higgsbury. You wanted to play this game and now you got it. So, I would suggest you play by the rules and don't try anything like that again." I could feel the evil coursing through him. I felt it's sting from his finger tips. I saw black dots swirling around my eyes from the lack of oxygen. I couldn't kick my legs anymore. Right as I was about to faint he threw my body to the ground. I skid across the dirt. I felt blood sticking to my arm. I felt around my neck. It stung.
" This is my world you're playing in, tread carefully." he said and then turned around and vanished. Not like I cared. I could still feel his ice cold hands gripped around my neck. I felt his evil power like electricity over my skin. I curled up into a ball. I wanted it all to go away. The pain in my arm was nothing compared to the cold. It wasn't normal. It was unnatural and wrong. i new that I should just lay there, but I didn't want to get up. I stayed there until night fell and then sauntered back to the camp. Willow was already there, just sitting at the fire. I was way to bright but I didn't care. I laid down as close to the fire as I could. I didn't care about surviving the night. I didn't care about the shadows or the hands. I just wanted the cold to be gone. Never have I been so happy that Willow didn't talk much.