Creature

Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Anwir's heart thumps loudly as he runs. He tries to be as careful as possible, as he doesn't want to hurt the little bundle in his arms. The bundle starts to wriggle. It coos. Anwir stops, his eyes on the bundle. Their eyes meet, and it feels like the world has stopped spinning. "Don't worry my little darling," Anwir says to the bundle, his eyes filled with adoration. "I'll make sure your destiny is fulfilled."

Away from the bundle, a hospital bed lays empty. It is quite disheveled, with the bedding strewn out across the small hospital room floor. The room is void of any color, except for blood red. It is everywhere. A woman, looking just as disheveled as the hospital room, is wandering. She yells about "her truth". She holds a doll in her hands, shouting to the hospital staff, "Ubi est veritas mea? Ubi est veritas mea? Ubi est veritas mea?" Her eyes are wide, her skin is pale, her voice is loud. "Veritatem meam surripuit! Eam a me abstulit!" She holds the doll tight to her chest, like if she let go of it she might shatter into a million little pieces.

Now, the bundle is older. It is no longer a bundle. It is now a gorgeous little girl, with golden brown locks, incredibly pale blue eyes and skin, and almost looks like a skeleton with skin stretched over it. She was incredibly thin even though she was well fed, she almost looked like a ghost. Her lips were strangely red and plump, the exact opposite of every other part of her.

Even with all of her physical abnormalities, she was still a gorgeous little girl. Almost like a pristine porcelain doll.

This pristine porcelain doll is now at the steps of a building, a man in the open doorway, and another man holding her small, dainty little hand. The man holding her hand is a familiar face. The man, Anwir, is . The man bends over, trying to reassure his daughter that she'll be okay. "Alexander is safe, don't worry. I know that he will keep you safe. Your little sky friends told me so."

The daughter gulps, and looks at Mr. Abbott, who tries to make her feel more comfortable. "Verity, I heard that you're pretty good at telling if people are lying or not. Do you want to help me with my work?" That made Verity smile, and she happily goes into the building with Mr. Abbott. "Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to babysit her." The father says. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure that my niece Mallory would love to have a friend."

Mr. Alexander Abbott was correct. Mallory loved having a friend, and Verity loved having her. They were the best of friends, and would stay that way forever.

And so now we come to the fateful day that set off a chain reaction in our story. Anwir and Verity sit in chairs outside. They are surrounded by other chairs, all empty. Except for one. Ms. Morana Loralei, the mother of Mallory Loralei. Why is she here, you may ask. Morana Loralei's daughter is in a casket, up in front of the chairs; dead at 11 years old. Her mother tells everyone that she died from a tumble down the rickety stairs at her house.

But Verity knows different. She knows the truth. Her Patron told her what truly happened, and her Patron sees everything. Verity would not let Mallory die like this. She will get justice for her friend.

The night before Mallory's funeral, Verity sees a special vision in her sleep. She sees Mallory. Verity's eyes roll back into her head, only the whites of her eyes showing. She starts to float above her bed, unconscious. She screams. And screams. And screams. The screams are gut wrenching, milk-curdling screams. In her dream, she sees the truth. She sees what truly happened to Mallory. She didn't fall down the stairs. She was murdered, by the woman claiming to be her mother.

Verity would not take it. She would not allow Mallory to die in this way. She would get her revenge.

Like a lioness, Verity stalked her prey; lied in wait. She wanted revenge and justice for her friend, and was willing to patiently wait for it, no matter how long it took. Luckily for her though, it did not take long; as her Patron was extremely impatient. Verity could feel her given power getting stronger and stronger by the day.

And now it is finally time for Verity to receive her satisfaction. Ms. Loralei is walking between two buildings in a dark alleyway when she hears footsteps approaching from behind her. She turns around. Expecting to see a taller man, she looks slightly upwards, but instead she hears a voice coming from below her. She looks down. It is Verity.

"Ms. Loralei, I came to extend my condolences to you in light of your daughter's passing." Verity said.

"Oh, Verity. You've always been so formal. Please, call me Morana."

"I am more comfortable with calling you Ms. Loralei."

"Alrighty then dear. You better hurry on home now, your Daddy must be getting worried." She started to turn away, but she heard Verity calling after her. She turned around, but instead of seeing the little girl that she had known well, she saw light.

The light was blinding and bright. It raged like a snow storm of light. Inside the eye of that storm, you could see the empty shell of a girl. The girl was no longer there anymore; she had transformed into a monster. The monster took over, leaving the empty body behind. It took over the town, destroying everything in its path. Bodies and blood bathed the streets. The buildings crumbled beneath the lengthy monster's feet. The Patron that overcame the girl took over the town.

It is said that the Patron still roams the town of Hampton-On-Sea, of the Herne Bay area, and that anyone who goes there will receive great misfortune.