The Beginning

Chapter 16

WARNING: The following contents are part of an ongoing case. Anything that is shared outside of this document without consent of the police may result in an arrest.
Note: these pages were taken out of a journal that was left in the snow almost twenty years ago. They contain information from Oct. 23, 2002-Oct. 26, 2002.
Proceed with caution.

Oct. 23, 2002

Today has been a wonderful day. Our teacher, Ms. Watkins, told us that we were going on a field trip to a newfound island. I was so excited to go there, but my friend looked a bit concerned. She said that the island seemed familiar, but she couldn't place where she heard it from.
I told her to stop worrying. The island sounds like a great getaway place, and that there should be nothing there other than people. What could possibly go wrong?
She nodded and said I was right, but she still looked a bit disturbed. The rest of the day was regular school stuff: schoolwork, studying, a couple of tests, the usual. Finally, the bell was about to ring. I was sitting at my desk, counting the seconds until 2:30. As soon as the bell rang, I ran out of my desk and headed for the door, but Ms. Watkins stopped me. "I want to give you something," she said, holding a large, dusty book.
I looked at it in awe. "What's it about?" I said, brushing my fingers along the edge of it.
She handed it to me. "I know how much you love mythology. I went to the bookstore and found this old book. The clerk told me to take it since they didn't have any use for it," she said, smiling.
I took the book and hugged it in my arms. I was so excited to have a book of mythology to call my own. "Thank you, Ms. Watkins! I'll make sure to enjoy it!" I said happily.
I ran out the door and to my house, where I dumped the book onto my bed. I hung my backpack on my coat rack and curled up on the bed, opening the book. The first thing I noticed was a chimera, its wings outstretched and the dragon head breathing fire all over the place. I was marveled at the detail of the drawing. The fur looked so real! I continued flipping through the pages, until I came across the last page. I frowned when I saw the creature. It wasn't something that I've learned about before. There was a caption underneath the drawing that said 'Felis Flyis, also known as Felis Wingus". The drawing was so strange that I spent some time looking at it. I honestly wished this creature was real. It looked so cute! I fantasized that having a winged cat would be cool. I could cradle it in my arms, proud of being an owner of such a creature.
I closed the book and was about to place it on my bookshelf when a small piece of paper fell out from the back, fluttering to the ground like a leaf.
I left the book on the bookshelf and picked up the paper. There wasn't much to it, but it was really thick, and the writing was so old the lead basically faded. I had to bring it closer to my eyes so I could read it. It said, "This picture was drawn by a mentally ill woman who was found wandering in the nearby forest. No one knows what the creature is, but based on how the woman was reacting we could tell that this creature should not be underestimated." When I turned the paper over, I was so horrified, disgusted, and scared that I almost screamed.
It was a drawing of a small clearing, with a forest on either side of it. In the darkness of the drawing, there was something standing in the middle of the clearing. It had a long, long tail that seemed to go on endlessly, the tip of it outside of the drawing. There were some sort of things on its back, outstretched and pointing towards the top. What was the most disturbing thing, though, that sent chills down my spine was that the drawing showed a wide, shiny smile, spattered with blood. A man was in the creature's teeth, missing some limbs and his head. There was also blood on the ground near the creature, and I didn't know what I was looking at, until I read the caption underneath the picture, and my eyes widened. I thought this creature was small, only for it to say underneath "A felis flyis devouring its prey".

I was so shocked. I never knew that these creatures are so big. I wanted to learn more about them, so I asked my mom if I could borrow her computer. She gave it to me and I brought it up to my room. I lied down and opened the computer. I typed in the password and immediately went to one of the newest search engines, Google. I typed in "felis flyis" in the search bar. It came up with a bunch of photoshopped cats with drawn on wings, so I went back to the main page and typed in "felis flyis creature". It loaded up a Wikipedia page that showed me what I was looking for. I won't type everything that it says here, but I'll write about the important parts.
"Felis Flyis, or Wingus, is a mysterious creature that has been and/or is responsible for major disappearances all over the world. Almost nothing is known about them, only that they reside on a mysterious island and that they are very, very dangerous.
Luckily, a description of this creature was shared online by an eyewitness, and we now know what these creatures look like.
'The creature that stood before me was not like anything I have ever seen before. It stood above the ground sixty-five feet, its paws the size of trash can lids. It had a long tail that kept flicking from side to side. The tail was roughly three-quarters the size of the creature. It was shrouded in darkness, its eyes being the only thing visible, a glowing poison green. It didn't move, it just stood there staring at me, emitting a low growling sound. It opened its mouth, revealing sharp teeth, so shiny that I could see my own reflection in it.
Behind it, two more pairs of eyes-one blue, one orange-popped out, and a mouth full of teeth grinned at me, and I was so overcome with fear that I blacked out.'
I sharply inhaled. This was so descriptive. I could now imagine how these creatures look without even seeing them. I kept reading the article.
"There are also rumors of a low laugh coming from any nearby forest, a sound exactly like the sound of clowns at the circus. The laugh is observed to sound welcoming, bringing up childhood memories and filling the victim with waves of nostalgia. After the victim went into the forest, nobody found them or a trace of them ever again."
I read enough. I closed the computer and gave it back to my mom. I went back to my room and took out my sketchbook and my pencil. I started to draw from memory the feline that I was reading about. And as I was drawing, something came over me. For some reason, I was drawing the feline with impressive detail, down to the single strands of fur being noticeable. There was also a voice whispering in my head, "It's a good thing that you are drawing us. That way, the whole world will know and fear the creatures in the dark."
I tried to get the voice out of my head by humming or thinking of happy songs and memories. But the voice started to get increasingly loud, eventually shouting in my head, "YOU REALLY THINK THAT HUMMING THOSE STUPID SONGS AND REMEMBERING THOSE HAPPY THOUGHTS WILL REMOVE MY VOICE FROM YOUR HEAD? When a Catwing talks to you, you'll never remove the voice."
What followed was the sound of laughing. A low, creepy giggle with an underlying growl. The laugh got louder and louder until it ended in a bunch of meowy laughs, mocking me and bombarding my head with disturbing images of people getting slaughtered, fire covering their bodies in burns and huge waves destroying the place they lived in. A bunch of the same creatures moving in to finish off all the people who have somehow survived. Three large figures stomp on the land, destroying everything in their path. A wall of fire surrounding the destroyed village, casting an eerie orange glow.