Anonymous (On Hold)

Chapter 1 The Beginning

     The wind whistled fiercely as the sky churned. Rain slammed against my back. I ran. Faster. Faster. I had to get away. The darkening sky stared down upon me. I ran away from home at the age of seven. I left my mother. Her image appears in my head and blinds me. I fall to the ground. I have to get away. Now!!

     I've been living on my own. Feeding on the scraps of food that I could find and tending to the wounds left by the Vampires. This will be the eighth year that I've been away from home. That makes me 15 years old.

     In between trying to find shelter and food, I've been trying to hide from demons and zombies that follow me wherever I go. They're like my shadow, always with me as if stuck to me like glue. I've always known I was different since my first encounter with a demon.

     After that encounter, more spirits of the Underworld have followed me, lurking in the darkness and only coming out when the sky is engulfed by the moon. The only breed of these creatures to take me in, was Joseph.   
    
     He's a warlock, but he mostly likes being called by his Latin name, veneficus. He took me in when I was found injured and strewn across the forest ground.

"Why were you gone for such a long time!?" Joseph heads toward me as I appear from behind the trees.

"Sheesh I'm sorry! Ya'know it's hard to try and get the fruit of Lunas without getting my head bit off by a pack of werewolves! Of course I'm gonna be coming home late, Joe." I walk slowly towards Joseph and hand him the fruit.

     It took me a long time to plan for how I was going to steal the fruit. It was a lot of hard work because the werewolves were always protecting it (even though the fruit was only about the size of a rock).

     However, it contained mythical powers and I had only agreed to steal the fruit because in the wrong hands it could emit dark magic that seeps through the dreams of innocent creatures, making their mind's go crazy.

    The end result would be that the creature's skin would decay and their conscience would dissolve into nothingness, leaving the owner of the disaster to easily control them.

"Hey Annie stop daydreaming and help me make dinner!" Joseph's voice pierces through my thoughts.

"I told you not to call me Annie!" Joseph chuckles and says, "Yea well I told you to help me make dinner and you're still not doing it... sooo it kinda seems like we're both not doing what we're supposed to do."

I walk up to Joseph and playfully punch his arm. "Whatever..."

     Ever since I abandoned my home I've had to always change my identity so I really didn't have a 'stable' name. The only name I'm known by in the spirit world is Anonymous. Although, Joseph just calls me Annie when he knows I hate it.

     I let my mind wander as I move about the kitchen cutting the meat and grating the cheese, doing the little things while Joseph watches silently. A smile creeps upon my face as I remember why every day I have to do this. Joe's hand's were too big so I always had to help him out sometimes. We've grown a kind of daughter and father bond.

   I had grown accustomed to fact that there was nothing in the world that was able to separate us.

     Well... that idea just went spiraling out of control because one minute I'm at the kitchen counter and then the next... I'm at an abyss.

     It all happened too fast. "Aaahhhh!!! Let me go!!" Joseph mumbled something, but I was too busy trying to escape to pay any attention to what he said.

     Earlier I hadn't noticed where we were, but after scanning my surroundings I saw that we were at one of the five different pits surrounding the house... the most dangerous one.