Monster High Freshmeat Year

The Industrial Revolution Pt2

By next spring, he was ready. He had finished building his cabin just before winter hit, his office quickly being overrun with any book or documentation he could find on these bloodthirsty creatures in the woods. But now, the last snow has thawed. The sun has set. It was time to save the town.

The town watched with anticipation as the young inventor set off into the woods. He had nothing on him except a pistol and ammo.

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There was nothing for a while, Hexiciah debated turning back. This town had gone mad... Or so he thought. Just as he turned to go back the trees around him rustled. He paused and looked up, bright red, cat-like eyes stared down at him. They blinked once before disappearing with the sound of rustling leaves.

Hexiciah moved quickly. Gun in hand, ammo loaded. His back pressed against a tree. He tried to keep his breathing calm. It was hard not to panic though when the woods around him was a black abyss. No sign of the village... The village. Which direction was the village in? No. He needed to save the town; they had faith in him. This was his chance to prove the people in Boston wrong.

"Come on out monsters. I don't have all night." Hexiciah demanded into the dark woods, he pushed off the tree and continued into the forest.

"Got a date?" A voice hissed from behind him,

Hexiciah turned to the voice, those same bright red, cat-like eyes only a few feet from him. They spoke English.. How? This had to be a prank. The town was pranking him, that's it. That's the only logical possibility.

They made a fool of him. His grip loosened on the gun, frowning slightly. Some little town in the middle of nowhere got the best steam power inventor in the world to fall for some silly trick.

The creature chuckled "Since you don't have all night, I'll make it fast. How's that sound?"

They weren't dropping the prank. Wait. Hexiciah pulled his brows together, were those fangs? The inventor focused on the creature's mouth as he spoke, the light from the moon reflecting on what appeared to be fangs. Regardless, prank or not, Hexiciah would capture this being and bring it back to the village. Whatever this was, ended tonight.

The creature lunged. He reacted just in time, moving his brass arm to block the creature's blow. The creature saw the counter coming and smiled. Silly human, it didn't matter whether he got blood from his neck or his arm. The creature latched onto Hexiciah's arm, moving quickly to dig his fangs into the nearest vein. When his fang's clamped down onto the brass he quickly let go and stumbled back.

"All gods above. What is that?" The creature closed his eyes, and he held his fingers to his fangs, hunched over in pain. "I didn't know you normies started wearing armor again."

It was Hexiciah's turn to chuckle. "It's not armor. That's just my arm. Now tell me, why are you terrorizing this town and maybe I'll let you live."

"Your arm is brass?" The creature asked with a slight lisp from his fingers in his mouth. "So you're not a normie then?"

"I'm a human, not a normie." Hexiciah rolled his eyes "Now answer my question."

"Human, normie, same thing." The creature snapped "No human in the history of ever has had an arm of brass. I would have guessed you were a cyborg."

"A what?" Hexiciah narrowed his eyes, fighting his curiosity from taking over.

"The humans have rejected you, haven't they?" The creature stood back up to its full height "That's why you're out here tonight. They don't like your arm and want to get rid of you." The creature's gaze dropped the brass arm "I know a place you can go to be safe. A place where your arm will be accepted."