The Protest

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               " WE DON'T BELIEVE IT!" shouted the citizens of South City. It made Craig jolt awake as he started cursing. "Who the firetruck is that?" He peeked through the window as he saw South City's road filled with all walks of life, holding signs and stuff. People shouted and protested. Craig tried reading the bold words on a large sign. It read: DEMONS AREN'T REAL! WHAT A CLICKBAIT! What clickbait? What Demons? thought Craig. He dressed up as he ran out of the door, yelling " FBI OPEN UP!". *sighs* Again.........

              Craig ran out of the apartment as fast as his legs could carry him. He was curious and scared about  the part: Demons. He couldn't really see where everyone was looking at as it was just so crowded. He took a random chair(maybe stole it) and stood on it. A large screen sat on a big stage. It showed some video about a monster killing some men. Blood splattered all over the screen of the recorder. Craig's mouth was agape. Before he can step down from the chair, something clobbered him in the head.

        " Stupid THIEF! That's my chair!" said a wrinkled face lady. She had white hair and was biting her lips, in a furious look. " Sorry Aunt!" apologised Craig. The lady, furious took the chair, letting Craig drop onto the floor, with his butt smacking onto the ground. " Old people.." Craig muttered to himself. " What DO YOU SAY CHILD?" roared the old lady. Craig was in hot soup...

         Craig watched the people protest as he tried kicking the curses from his aunty. A tally lanky man went up stage. " I swear. I saw it in a video recorder next to a construction site. THERE WAS NO CGI!" he said politely, before roaring. Everyone booed before a crowned man with a walrus moustache, dressed in a fancy suit came up, patting the lanky man on the shoulder. " Don't worry Henry. Unless you tell the truth, is not a sin." he whispered in a kind voice. " Yeah, but the farting (that's a replace for a curse) monster is gonna' kill everyone, Mayor!" the lanky man said, quivering. The Mayor, the walrus moustache man calmed him and said to the citizens, " Dear citizens of South City, this man here says that the video was true. I sense that it isn't a CGI effect. Incase if it is real, I, The Mayor of South City will tell my guards to guard this city from any Danger. For you dear citizens, please look out from one another and keep your houses locked.Is that understood?" Everyone nodded.

                Back home, Craig looked at the picture of XX12. Was it telling the truth about danger? Was it CGI? Was it the smell of corn dogs from the food truck? These questions circled in Craig's mind. There are still to be questioned. There is only one way to find out the answers. First, to get a video copy of the horrifying video and scan it to see if it is CGI. Second, get out of the apartment and check for the food truck and corn dogs. Craig was ready...

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