𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆

Chapter 2

A smooth melody sang like chimes through the evergreens. Wistfulness filled his heart with an undefined feeling. Kameron kneeled in the soft, white snow.

     His chest rose and sunk with the snowfall. Eyes dazed, he stared at the moving shadows in front of him. Kameron pushed his aching body up to stand.

     His legs shook with an aching sensation. A noticeable force weighed in his right hand, he let go and inched towards the dark mass.
As he walked, Kameron's eyes begun to clear and he could make out what was in front of him.

The mellowness of the gentle music sung in an imitating way. False-soothing humming came from behind a large pine tree.

The wolf of shadows was pinned to a high part on the tree. It's head had been torn off, holding onto the large evergreen with nothing but a branch sticking out of it's forehead.

A mutilated corpse of black blood laid in the snow directly beneath it, it was the rest of the wolf.

Strange euphoric bliss filled Kameron as the creature desperately tried to breathe. The wet whimpering made Kameron feel slight regret for his previous actions.

Dark sludge came from the orifices of its face and wounds; and from its eyes, it poured like rich, black tears.

Looking out behind the tree, Kameron could make out trembling movement. The purloined melody that it gave off was shaking.
It seemed that something was crying—no, it seemed like it was laughing.

The being stopped its cruel song and spoke inaudible words to Kameron.

It shortly left and Kameron felt the intense pressure lift from his heart.
By this time, the wolf had gone quiet.

Heavy thuds and crunching could be heard behind him. Kameron was scared, but his body wasn't for whatever reason.

It stopped right behind him, its breathing was in multitudes, almost as if it was a group rather than just one person.

'Would it even be counted as a person, let alone this many?' Is what Kameron would've thought, if the breathing hadn't moved the back of his hair slightly.

He was terrified, and yet calm. An unexplainable sense of tranquility washed over his fear.

When Kameron turned around—he was met with a face. It was smiling, but its eyes were angry and dead.
Its grin turned so far up, the skin stretched and cracked in a bloody stream.

Tears filled the face's eyes. It opened its mouth to shout, but no sound came; instead, two jewel beetles rushed out of its throat.
One flew out while the other crawled onto the face's dead flesh.

But Kameron didn't scream.

Light poured through the pale grey curtains and motes of dust scintillated in the beams. Morning presented a gentle coldness.

Kameron stared up at his bedroom ceiling, dazed, he couldn't remember what happened the night before as he lay there.

His body ached in sore pain and his leg throbbed.

Kameron took a deep breath, memories from last night flooded his mind. He forced himself to sit up and looked down at himself.

"Agh, I look awful." Kameron examined himself.

His previous muddy clothes were replaced with fresh ones; he could feel that only a small cut remained of the previous bleeding lip; a few bruises had formed all over his body, about four areas in colors of blues and purples were painted on his skin.