Soul thief#JustWriteIt

Souls, demons, death.

Screams. That's all I heard, as usual. Nobody sleeps more then two hours in suntville, otherwise he might get you. We call him the soul thief, because every night at least ten people are found dead, ridden of their souls and white as a ghost.. He's a murderer. I was close to being captured once. He did show up, and he did nearly kill me. My mother lost her life that night, saving me. My father died the same way as she had, but by protecting her. I was only twelve. I was immediately taken into adoption, but I escaped. Why you ask? Because I wanted to a live a free child, and nobody could replace my parents. I cant trust anyone anyway, maybe they'll also try to kill me like the Soul Thief. Anyway,now I live in a makeshift cabin that I have been working on for 3 years. Only fifteen, yet in a sense I'm at least a twenty-one year old huntsman. I kill, and I survive.

This night, far in the distance it's a girl, she must have been only seven. The soul thief takes people between the ages of four to thirty normally, so I'm not only in danger like everyone else at my age, he has a specific hatred for me. He hates not finishing a job, not finishing what he started.

they say he is the new devil, that by opening a bible or wearing a charm will keep him at bay,pfft, rubbish. He wont fall for some stupid superstitious nonsense. In fact, if I've heard correctly the last few weeks deaths have all been people who believe in the nonsense that people have created. Someone who wore a charm to keep him ' away ', someone who carried a bible and a book called ' how to keep a soul taker at bay '. Others, obviously, but I don't pay complete attention. Anyway, when your 40 miles away from town and everyone you don't exactly always get the run down on whats been happening and whose gone.

I moved not out of fear, but hatred. I hated the place where my family was slaughtered. Hating the superstitious freaks. I probably shouldn't, they're just scared wits, but I cant handle stupidity. Anyway, I needed somewhere to train. I know he'll be back for me again one day, might as well be ready to fight him, better then just letting him take my life. Not that I care, I stopped caring years ago. I only want to win to stop everyone else's suffering. Stop people being stupid as well. If I knew I had no chance, I would have killed myself already, better then being murdered by that thing. Oh boy, If that thing killed me I'd be dying again in heaven. Though I probably wont go to heaven, I mean, I guess i'm not exactly the 'friendliest' of people. people cope with me, but I bet most of them secretly want to rip my throat out.

Friend? the words are Alien to me. All my friends were eaten by the wreck of a demon. Some suggest theres more then one of him, considering they all seem to be killed at the same time, more demons, what happens if they all go after me for the final battle? I try not to think about it. Useless thought anyway, I've decided to fight him, or all of them to rid the world of the demons. Some people say i'm cruel and heartless, some fear me, and some admire my courage. Guess I don't care what they think though, never seemed to bother me considering they are all brainless sheep, probably don't know any other words then fear;fright, death, demons, souls. I guess they are all out of their minds.

I'm not heartless, believe it or not. I had a heart once, Technically still do, but I just don't care to express my emotions, I wear a blank face all the time to cover any feeling I have. Some people think I do it to hide my disgust, in reality it's because I feel nobody needs to know. I could so easily tear up every second of my life, or I could shout a million times a second. I could give everyone a smile if I wanted, but I don't wish to. None of the dimwits need to know, thats all. I don't want anyone to think we become friends earthier. I know he'll probably kill them all if I do. Don't want to find myself crying my eyes out again like what I was twelve-thirteen.

it's ok to cry, Kaity. Thats what I try to tell myself, at least, my heart tries to tell me.