I actually renamed this one 'Soul Walker' which is a kind of crappy name now that I think about it...
Don't remember when I started this one but I think it was in year 7... I drew a picture but I'm not sure what happened to it...
Anyway...
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Soul-Walker
A blood-curdling scream rose from the dark belly of the house next-door, the murder could have been done by anyone, anything, a gun-man could have crept into the house, a knife-holder, a drunken X-husband, anything! But I knew this was not so, for as much as I wished that it was not, I knew the murder was the fault of myself, I couldn’t have done anything about it, not tonight, not after I’d already done the deed. I could have done something before that, 2 days before; but when you can create anything you wanted, anything from your imagination, anything in the world or worlds beyond, it was hard ,when anger gripped you, to control yourself, and when you create a creature in spite of someone, a whole species, the creature may come out with very evil and wrong and disgusting purposes. Purposes that are made to strike fear in the bravest of hearts, purposes to kill the whole species. I wish I hadn’t created it. I wished I could go back and think before acting, but now it had the very thing it needed, a living soul to feed from, there was no re-doing it, and it was not in my hands anymore, but the hands of the humans. The Soul Walker was free.
Stabbed through the heart, huge chunks of hair ripped violently out of the head, a slit throat, hands cut off and the most horrible of all, eyes gouged out with blunt claws and acid poured into the empty sockets to make sure it’s victim was truly dead, then it would blindfold them using black plastic. But they would never be truly dead, they would walk, while their insides rotted and bugs ate away at their dead brain. A walking corpse in the mouldy, three blunt fingers of a dark blue seven foot monster, long, ripped bat-like wings stretching out behind it; it’s body was stubby, but its legs took up three quarters of it’s impossible height. It’s eyes and mouth were crooked and it’s sharp teeth had rotted beyond imagination while his eyes, deep and evil, would glow the brightest scarlett you would ever see.
My name is Kerla, I’m over 60 million years old, but I’m trapped in a 15 year old body and my thought patterns are like a modern teenagers, even though I’m extremely clever and my minds voice and real voice are very classical. Like everything, I evolve to blend in, other than my voice but I can disguise that. My best friends for this decade are called Lisa and Ronny, they both call me Kimmy, they think my real name is Kim, Because if you ask me, Kerla sounds a bit strange. I go to school, but I know it all. People think I’m stupid, which I’m not, and that I’m not concentrating, which I’m not, but if only they could only know the truth, but that’s the trick to getting friends in this time period:
- Don’t tell them how old you are!
That’s the trick for all Fantasy Creatures. I’m a fantasy creature, but not exactly one of them, I’m like their mother, I created all of them, but I don’t like using that word to describe my relation with them. I possess each of their powers, making me pretty powerful, more powerful than anything that’s ever lived actually. But I can’t use any of those powers that often, which gives me a BIG temper, and a short fuse. I used to be able to use the power all the time to get what I want, and to be honest, I used to be really spoilt (‘really’ exaggerated by 1000!) because I could get anything I want, but over time, I’ve learnt to control it. So that’s me, Kerla, over 60 million years of age and creator of everything you can’t see.
Lisa laughed hysterically at Ronny’s really bad joke. The original, the well known, ‘Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the other side.’ That’s joke has been around for 50 years. And yet, Lisa laughs when Ronny says it. And Ronny says it a lot. And guess what? She laughs, every time! I’ve told her over,
