Hideaway, Miss Ptarmigans home for peculiar children

''Chapter 5'' -Brute

Iv'e been thinking. Now a lot lately; just because we've been walking for a while now and thats gave me plenty of time to think. What iv'e been thinking is I'm gonna name my hollow. I know It's a peculiar thing to do, but I will. No pun intended, i'm cheesy I know. I spoke to my hollow In that weird language. "Is It possible to take us on a shortcut??" I said hopefully, my feet aching from walking for hours in the hot, dry sand. And with that, It lurched foward, taking a sheer cut through some palm trees. I jogged after my hollow. It skidded to a stop, The muscles in it's legs coiling up tensley, pacing forward into a hole. Thats It, i'll name it Brute, a satisfying name, i'd say so myself. I kneeled down, peering into the dark hole. My hollow crawled into It easily, but barely fitting It's broad shoulders into the small opening. I basically did a army crawl Through the short tunnel, Following my hollow.   We reached the end, crawling out one after another. I looked around, finally; a source of water. This would be pure heaven. I ran over to the nearest trickling stream, cupping my hands and dipping them into the shallow water. I pulled my hands out, drinking the cold water, whipping my mouth with my wrist. I looked up, only to see my hollow pacing jauntily around. I guess hollows don't drink water. They get all their nutrients out of dead or alive peculiars probably. It tried wrap it's tentacles around my ankle, going to drag me into it's jaws. "Stop." I said In hollow speak. It's tongues lurched back. "Lead me." I said, pointing foward. It stood up, trotting away through the thick undergrowth of the woods. It looked to It's side, growling. Somebody grabbed me from behind, His large hands clenching around my mouth, so I couldn't command my hollow. I kicked furiously, and I elbowed him hard in the stomach, letting me go. I yelled at my hollow "get them." And with that, it was already in mid air landing on top of one of the guys. It's tentacles slithered out of its mouth, grabbing him by the head. The man screamed, kicking my hollow off of him. But the hollow latched on. "Good." I said in my mind "Now take him and throw him at that tree." Meanwhile, somebody kicked me in the leg, and I turned around. It was another man, I'm guessing one of his soldiers, But they all had bleach wight eyes, no pupils. I punched him in the jaw. He was about to probably beat me to death, when Brute latched his tentacles around the man's leg, dragging him over and flinging him off the gorge. I cringed as I heard a crack, guessing that he had splatted on the ground. I turned around. Brute was sniffing the ground, nibbling on a man's arm, swallowing the meat. I pulled out my grandfather's photos, looking at the pictures in detail. One caught my eye. It was a guy, what looked like about nineteen or twenty; but with totally white eyes. He looked like he was holding a scalpel to what I thought was a peculiar child's skull. I turned the picture over, and i read the words written in cracked; black ink.
"A Wight is the evolved form of a Hollowgast after it has consumed enough peculiar souls. They work for the hollowgasts, aiding in their transformation into wights by hunting down peculiars for them to feed on. Like Hollowgasts, most Wights do not retain their memories of their lives prior to the incident which turned them into Hollowgasts in the first place."
God help me, I had met my first wight.

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