Stories of an overactive imagination

Prelude (Ghoulish)

MORE! MORE! I WANT MORE! I NEED MORE! The ghoul bit into the body of some poor boy, taking a few seconds to enjoy the taste of the warm liquid that exploded into it's mouth. But it's body only allowed a few seconds, his stomach lurch and it rumbled in displeasure and it felt bile rise up in his throat. He quickly swallowed the bile down and ripped the a chunk of flesh from the poor boy. MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! FEED I NEED TO FEED! Those few words rattled around his mostly empty head. The only thing he was worried about at this time was eating. The ghoul ripped more chunks off the body, greedily stuffing his stomach with the newly dead boy. The ghouls mind became hazy and he became to focused on the task at hand and that was to feed.

The ghoul was so engrossed in his half eaten meal that he had not notice the sound of paper crunching under someones foot.

The man looked down at the hunched figure with sadness in his eyes. He felt bad for the poor thing, he felt bad for the little boy who would not go back to his parents, he felt bad because this thing that most people call a monster or a demon was really just a person who lost himself to the hunger. This is the life of a ghoul, the life of any "monster" they become so consumed in hunger that the lose their mind. They become a slobbering mess that only wants to fulfilled the "hunger". The sadist part is, these monsters have families or at least had families once upon a time. They had people who loved and cared for them. But now nothing.... they have nothing...but hunger.

The man let out a soft sigh regarding the ghoul with sad eyes, he no longer cared if the ghoul heard him because he knew it didn't. The ghoul was so caught up in his hunger that he could no longer hear anything but himself. He could no longer see anything but what's in front of him. The man almost didn't want to do it, he almost didn't want to kill the poor thing. But if he didn't another innocent child would die. Another innocent man would be killed. The man just could not have it, he just would not have it.

The man pulled out a Colt M1861 Navy .36 caliber revolver, he gently pulled the hammer back with his thumb. Leveling the barrel at the ghouls head. The barrel of the gun started to glow a bright orange with runes. The man pulled the trigger closing his eyes, he could not watch the poor ghoul die. The gun lurched up wards and a cloud of smoke came from it. The bullet embedded it's self in the back of the ghoul's head. Time slowed to a crawl as the ghoul turned and faced the man, it's soulless eyes wide and feral. The man took sometime to examine the ghouls eyes, they where completely black with a small purple ring where the pupil should be. The man watched as the ghoul's body slowly turned into to stone. He closed his eyes allowing one tear to escape at the thought of what the ghoul might've been. He opened his eyes and looked into the wild soulless ones of the ghoul one last time before it went completely to stone. He shot the ghoul one last time, turning the stone body into rubble. The man turned around digging into his pocket, pulling out a Blow pop, unwrapping and popping it  into his mouth. One thought going through his mind... Hungry.

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Hello readers, if you find something wrong with they way i right or you have an idea on how the book should go don't be afraid to comment and tell me what's up. If you have any questions about the story don't be afraid to tell me. This story is loosely based of of The anime/manga series Tokyo Ghoul and there will be some similarities.

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Word Bank

1. Colt M1861 Navy .36 caliber revolver was a six-shot, single-action percussion weapon mad by Colt's manufacturing company in 1861-1873