Half-Blooded

Chapter 3

I fall backwards off of the coffee table and by the arm of the couch, Nickol moving to occupy the love seat shoving his phone in his pocket after ending the recording when Butch left the room. I let out a long, exaggerated sigh and rolled my head to my right shoulder giving Nickol a blank stare and he just sits there looking back. He lifts his arm and stretches said arm, making his jacket sleeve pull back just enough to show his gothic style watch and brings his arm back in front of himself as if he was going to look at the time, but doesn't move his head. Knowing my dear brother, Nichol, he's probably just looking out if the corner of his eye. He dramatically sighs, stands, then stocks of, hands shoved into his pockets, saying as he goes, "tis pretty late, sis, or really early, I'mma head ta bed, ya should do the same, no one's gonna wanna see miss alpha all cranky as hell and shiz, well buenos nochas mi hermana"
I sigh when Nichol rounds the corner out of despair due to boredom. I look up at the ceiling and put my hands behind my head. I should probably get up and get ready for bed, but~... I don't wanna. So I close my eyes and debate if I should send blade; a girl with violet and a peculiar love for any and all weapons (hence the nickname), and is next to emotionless, and Fang, a girl who's 6'5'' and similar to Butch in fighting style and has bad temper issues, she has brown hair and hazel eyes, but one tooth is missed placed in her upper gums, and oddly longer than her other canines, making it peek out from between her lips. Or if I should just send Micheal; a boy with dark brown hair and blue eyes who's scarily similar to my brother, except 6'6" and wwwwaaaayyyy less of a womanizer who seems to be more nervous around me (perhaps due to my title and status or exaggerated stories being told around here), with the nickname Mikey and the other twins besides me and my brother, Lazar and Lavin; they are way more in sync than me and Butch ever hope to be, they are easily distracted, but know how to do their job. The two are of an inch taller than me (being at 5'7") with black hair, Lazar has grey tips with different shades of white on his outfit while Lavin has white dyed tips and different shades of grey for his, with grey/blue/green eyes, and both are very flexible, specially for guys. Like I swear, they could be a team of figure ice skaters or gymnastics or something! I'm flexible, but I can't​ bend backwards and put my head between my legs while not hurting myself.
I have a mental debate with myself for the next twenty minutes or so of who would be better for which important gig I had in mind, before yawning and move my aching muscles to turn to my side before slowly drift to sleep.

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It feels like a everything is a blur for a moment, and then the feeling is gone and I'm in what feels like a muddy swamp that's surrounded by fog accompanied by leafless, and black (probably from age and years of decay ) trees with random creaking from the small branches blowing in the breeze and a chirp of a cricket every now and again. I never understood those wimpy chicks in those cheesy horror movies (or Disney's cartoon we all watched as a kid, Snow White) until now. The way the trees look like sinister grinning faces. The watery mud goes up to just below my knees and the fog was a grey color instead of white, it was horribly unsettling and sent chills down my spine...Heh, guess I now know what it's like to have my sins crawling along my back...
Snap! Scratch! Smack!
I turn my head towards the sound so fast I thought I might've gotten whip-lash, only to see tree branches move and hit against one another, like something​ walked through grass from ten feet up like it was nothing. And I just noticed that the sounds of the crickets have stopped.
Scratch! Snap! Pop!
I turn around once more to see the same thing, except a branch as thick as my waist was sinking slowly into the mud, but before it submerged, I noticed four long, huge claw marks wrapped around it like ribbons and my breathing starts to pick up as the uneasiness makes my stomach drop.
Screech! Smack! Snap!
I turn around again, only this time, I trip on my own feet and fall into the mud with a 'ker-plunk~!' and I take a gulp as shivers are starting to rack my form, not from the cold, but from fear...
Ker, ker, ker...Ker, ker, ker...ker, ker, ker...Ker, ker, ker...
I hear this for a little bit and after a few minutes I realise that it laughing at me! That whatever little sick, twisted fantasy it had was just mearly a game to it! That I was only ment for it's god-damn amusement! I feel rage start to burn in my heart and soul, I huffed and in a fit of blinded rage I cry out, "well looky looky what we got 'ere! A wussy-pussy! So you can hide an' laugh in the shadows like a lil' coward, huh?! Well you can at least grow a pair and gimme da right ta defend myself, by showing face! Unless, of course, ya really are a lil', scared, puddy-cat!!' I yelled, most of it mocking the damn thing, and sometime during my little rant I managed to stumble to my feet, nostrils flaring, jaw clenched, hands shaking, no loner from fear, now it's fury instead.
All is silent for a moment and I know that I'm either gonna be alright or I fucked up royally from my big mouth (why couldn't I have learned from my brothers stupidity?). I hear that noise once more.
Scratch! Snap! Smack! Pop!
But this time I heard something else too, whoosh, whoosh whoosh, whoosh. It took me a moment to realize that something​ was thrown and I didn't really have time to see what exactly, and I ducked and rolled the best I could in the mud​ before it hit me.
I land in a part where it's deeper and come up gasping for are and spitting out the water that manages to get in my mouth. The muck now came up to just above my waist. I pull back my hair (that fell out of my ponytail that it was previously in) out of my face and wipe the muddy water from my eyes and blinking rapidly. Then I hear it again,
Ker, ker, ker...Ker, ker, ker...Ker, ker, ker...Ker, ker, ker...Ker, ker, ker...
Except this time it seemed more louder, clearer, closer. I look around frantically, my ice blue eyes trying to spot the source. Then my body tenses up and freezes like ice as I feel everything from when I first gained consciousness of my surroundings hit me once again at ten fold. The fear and uncertainty, but mostly the fear.
There at the border of where the trees end was it. It stood at about 12 feet hunched over under the thick branches, staring at me with it's white and grey eyes, eyes that looked like they were blind...But I knew better, I knew that it could see me. And I think it knew it too, because it grinned at me with a wide and sharp teeth smile. When my eyes adjusted, I could see it better, and I wish I couldn't in that moment. It's pointed ears twitching at every and any sound (mainly seemed to be in synch with my heart beat), it seemed like it's​ dark skin was stretched out over it's body making it's bones more apparent, a long, slick boney tail swaying behind it and it seemed to have a light layer of fur. At least that's​ what I think I saw, it is awfully hard to make out, due to the fact black mist seems to raise off of it's body like a dark endless fire that keeps can't go out nor dim. It's hands were put together, palm to palm, fingers to fingers (or...Was it claw to claw? Due to the faxt it seems to have long talons at the end of its paw-like fingers)... As if it was praying, which was pretty damn impossible considering that such an unholy creature like this just simply couldn't pray. And it seemed... Like it thought it was superior (and let's face it, it probably is in this case)....My breathing picks up once again and my legs and hands started shaking like a Chiwawa in the winter and I gulp. At the sound, the creature turns it's head slightly to the left, right ear twitching and it's grin growing so wide that it look like it's face was split in half. It let out a puff of breath through it's nostrils (only being noticable because of the flare in it's nostrils and the black mist that seems to flow it with every movement).....Then, it's gone. As if it had never even been there in the first place, and that thought alone scared me the most....
And then I wake up.