There's a Monster in My Closet (Cricky) | #WattPride |

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(A/N: i'm just updating to get my mind off of things ad i desperately need to improve my writing ability if i'm minoring in creative writing in college)

Music: Serpents (by Neck Deep)

*Chris's POV*

       "What the fuck?" His voice as airy as the breeze, Ricky took in the horrid sight of his thick claws that jutted from his fingertips like daggers, tongue sweeping over the points of his fangs in utter shock. "How-" He never finished his sentence before collapsing to the ground, his skin growing unusually pale and greige. 

        The other boy that he had regarded as "Oli" had also been on the cement, palms pressed against the gashes on his face while moaning in pain. "Fucker!" Oli scuttled away until his spine was pressed against the bricks of the school building. 

        Rushing to Ricky's side, I took no time in scooping him up into my arms and returning to the shadows for safety. He wasn't completely unconsious, obvious because he was moving his eyes underneath his eyelids and he was holding onto me for dear life. 

Home at last, i had sat Ricky's quivering body onto his mattress that had been in shambles from his sleep. He was groggy and confused but that was to be expected. "Chris, I'm- and these- and i just- and Ronnie!" His words were a jumble of thoughts that he couldn't bring himself to complete. 

         "Ricky, slow down!" I took his hand in mine and gently examined his claws. They weren't nearly as long as mine and not quite as sharp, but they most certaily weren't mundane. He ran his thick tongue over the jagged points of his fangs and winced when he pressed on them too hard. "Stop that," I reprimanded. "Let me see." I lifted up his upperlip until his entire fang was revealed in all of its ivory glory and licked over my bottom lip in concentration. These weren't full fangs either; full fangs would be the two top canine teeth and two lower ones as well, but only his two upper canines were extended and razor-edged. 

       "What's happening to me?" He pulled at the bottom of his sleeves, forgetting about his newly formed claws and puncturing holes in the fabric and leaving a tiny gash in his arm. 

        "Here, let me heal that." I offered.

         He shook his head and reached for the top drawer in his desk where he pulled out a water bottle and a roll of gauze. He dowsed his would in the water, wincing slightly before tying the gauze tightly around his wound, making sure to apply a lot of pressure then cutting off the excess. 

         "What am i?" He insisted.

         "Ricky, look," I looked down at my dirty palms. "I don't know what to tell you. I've never seen this before, but from the looks of it, you're only half demon." I took note of the red splotches underneath his claws and brought them to my nose. I bit my lip until i tasted blood and closed my eyes. It reaked of Ronnie. 

          "I killed him, didn't i?" He refused to look at me, but i nodded anyways. 

          "I'm sorry, Ricky." 

          "Ricky, the door's open! Why aren't you in school?" Ricky's mother called as she ascended the stairs. My body was frozen in place as she turned the door knob and glanced into the room. Her eyes went impossibly wide as she gazed upon the two of us sitting on Ricky's bed and then her eyes fell to Ricky's claws. "Shit."

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Short chapter, i know but i'm really working on it and i'm trying to prolong the ending of the story.

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