angst, family passing, death, gore, murder, inhumane proportions.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝Your POV 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
I remembered it just like yesterday, when Cesar and I were kids, fooling around all of the time. Now those fun times that could've continued were ripped from my hands right before my eyes. I remember that one time in our backyard...
Cesar and I were playing around in our little sand box. We wanted to build a sand castle but the sand was too dry. Cesar got a bucket of water and he poured the whole thing into the sand box. It was at least 3 gallons of water. It ended up flooding the sand box, but we werent sad. Cesar did it on accident, since our childhood dog had left a toy. He tripped. It ended up splashing on me as well.
I chuckled but more tears stained my cheeks. When ever i close my eyes I see that creature that killed my brother. It made me angry, but I had no weapons, and I was defenseless. I cant believe i ran away from it. There was another memory...
When Cesar took his friend Mark to the mall with us. Mark was a quiet guy, and he never really left the house. Only for school. Cesar wanted to open him up and hopefully get him someone to relate to and hang out with. A "lady friend" is what Cesar said. I smiled at that. Mark just huffed and crossed his arms. He attempted to hide his growing smile, but Cesar's smile enlightened him just like everyone else.
Now they were both gone. No more smiles would be shared. That thing even took our mother. Oh, mom loved that boy to death. Always called him at college, work, anywhere she'd call. She wanted to make sure he was okay, and one night he just didn't pick up. Last night. The night where he got hurt. I was there. I saw it, and I couldn't do anything about it.
I was in my room just finishing up homework with my earbuds in. There was no sound except for my pencil scratching and writing on my math homework. My music wasn't blasting, but it was loud enough for me to not hear the rusting down-stairs and the calling of my name in a staticky voice. But, my music was low enough for me to hear the front door slam shut. I ripped my earbuds from my ears and heard my brother call, "hey y/n!" I replied back cheerfully and started to get up from my seat before I heard, "why is the window broken?" I was so confused like, what? I was here this whole time and I couldn't hear our window shatter. "I don't kno-" I was cut off by my brother's scream. By this time I had already guessed what happened. An alternate or intruder is in our home, and I cannot take the chances of going down there and being face-to-face with an alternate and having no weapon. No, just no. I picked up my phone, paused the music, and started to text my mom. Then the power cut and I was left in darkness.
I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. And my window was too high to jump from, so I had no option but to go downstairs. What I saw down there was just horrible. It was my brother, aiming a knife at the Alternate that stood at least 6'5. It was almost leaning over him. I ended up getting my brother killed, he turned around upon my arrival and the alternate took its chance. It grabbed the knife and stabbed his stomach, slashed his neck, and snapped it. It was obvious that these things did the most when killing people, since he was already close to death when his neck was sliced. As my brother dropped to the floor it grinned at me. It seemed to glow in the darkness of the house, but the moonlight lit up its left side of the body, via a window.
I cried and scrambled towards the front door. I heard it's footsteps, long and quick, behind me. It was terrifying, and seeing my brother get slaughtered right in front of me made tears stream down my cheeks. I opened the door so fast, it was probably the fastest I've even done something like that in my life. I ran to Mark's house, which was 1.5 miles away. It seemed that the alternate didn't bother following me, but it did bother to call Mark, and attempt to fool him. Even thought I cried and told Mark that it wasn't Cesar, he didn't listen, too fucking stubborn. Now his ass is in his bedroom dead, laying right in front of me.
I saw two people get killed tonight. If you couldn't guess, I'm hiding under Mark's bed. I was sobbing in his room when I told him what happened to Cesar, and soon Mark came running into this room himself, gun in hand. He whispered for me to hide under the bed, since he knew that there would be a time where he would have to open the door, or it would be broken down. That time came, and now there's blood all over the floor, slowly seeping under the bed. I'm trying to cry as quietly as I can now, for the alternate hasn't left. They aren't that dumb, it knows I am here, and all it's chanting is,
