*Author's Note: Discontinued story until further muse. i like this idea though. Enjoy!!
“ No..” the whispered words came out like crackling bubble wrap. “ Not him..” Bright, yellow green eyes peered out from a prickle bush. It’s teeth and fangs were visible. It slid out of the bush and its full form appeared. A bulky Doberman hound. His ears pointed up straight, like a bat’s. A collar was tightly strapped around his neck. It read the words that made the girl shudder. Marc. 14.
The dog bared its teeth in anger, an anger that came from an unknown source. Not even the back of this dog’s mind. Not even a memory.
The green eyes pierced the girl’s hazel eyes. In his left eye, a little slice of blue was overlaid on the top of his pupil. The girl held his stare. She could feel the pounding in her chest. Even her head seemed to pound. Everything was quiet in the forest. The trees were black from being recently burnt. Their leaves had holes in them, and were shattered when something would brush against it. The ground was dry, and this was the middle of spring. Look at how much has changed, she thought.
A feeling of sorrow crawled up her neck. But there was no way she could break down in tears in front of this demon. She’d be dead in seconds. The dog’s snout was covered in scars, scars that had been there long before this “dog” had existed.
The dog paced back and forth, studying the human in front of him. Then, it put all of its weight on its back legs. Foam dripped out of the dog’s mouth. Well, maybe it wasn’t a dog. More like a monster. Something horrid. Something made cruelly. Something born for torture.
The girl’s hand reached behind her back to grab a quiver for her arrows. Right through the eye… no pain. No pain for him, at least. She thought. So many friends had to end like this.
She pulled out an arrow. The arrow had been used before, for a monster of the same kind. She put out her hand, and a bow appeared. She clutched it immediately so it did not fall onto the ground. She slowly pulled back the bow string, her arrow held tightly into place. Her hand shook so much, the dog could smell her fear. Her heart was almost skipping beats. She paused for a quick moment, having second thoughts.
No, keep calm. You’ve done something like this before.
Then, she let go of the string.
It was all over for Marc, Unit 14.
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Feral Hearts
FantasyIn the 14 Units, creationists are being threatened by demons. Demons that were once creationists until violently murdered and then sent back out to kill others.
