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Razbûton: Part 1

There is a myth that there is a monster or even a mutant that even Slenderman himself is scared of its like the abusive older brother of Slender. They say its got a figure of a tall middle aged man. but its skin is jet black and kinda resembles tar and its fingers tips have a sharp point to them and its eyes are also black but with a blood red coloured pupils and the black the eyes blend in with its skin so it looks like it has a random spots on its head for eyes. and it has a large mouth but it doesnt go like a smile or a frown but in the middle of and goes right around its head and stops before it reaches its spine in the back of its head. but the features that are the most horifying is the single tendril it has sticking out of its back that stops at a point but can split and turn forked if needed. And in the palms of its hands is a large black hole like mouths that are alined with razer teeth. Of course no one has ever seen it so its is a myth. But the thing is people have seen it. Its just people dont speak of it after. so thats where the story begins.

A young boy around fourteen sat up from his bed with a ray of light in his eyes and looks at his clock beside him. Shit! he yelped as he jumped out of bed. he ran in his bath room and washed his face and tried to tame his scruffy hair in place. He tried hard to hide his bruses and cuts on his face with all kinds of creams and makeup that he could. he then ran back in his room and tried to find the least dirty cloths he could find. Damn it these will have to do. he said angrily. He picked up a pair of ripped jeans soiled boots and a dirty black t-shirt with longs sleeves to hide more cuts and bruses on his arms. no one will notice he thought to himself as he grabbed his secret cash stash from under his mattress and threw the cash in his pocket and chucked his bag on his back. He then creeped down the staires knowing his parents are probably passed out on the sofa with their junky friends. he crepted past the living room door and looked inside. he saw his mother leaning of the sofa and all her junky friends circled a table filled with drugs like heroin, cocain, and crystlemeth. i sied and turned around to see my dad staring at me, i flintched at the smell of swet and other horrible smells. What are you doing? he said while wiping contents of cocain and bits of his long beard. I I I Im... off to school im a bit late. I said studdering. Just then he grabbed me by my neck and threw me to the ground. You better not be Fucking lying to me again Tom or what ever your fucking name is. he yelled terrifyingly. Its Tim.... and no im not. i said slowly while trying to get up. Well im low on money TIM... so do you have any? no dad i dont sorry.... i said trembling more. He then went in my pocket and pulled out my secret stash. Whats this you little shit. he then picked me up an threw me out the door and i smacked my nose on the concrete. I walked to the bus stop crying but not because of the pain in my nose but because my life saving was snatched and probably getting spent on more drugs. Before i knew it i was at the bus stop and walked on the bus. Are you alright mate? The bus driver said sofly. Yea im fine. I then reached in my pocket and relised my dad must of grabbed my bus pass aswel. just then I began to tear up again until the bus driver spoke. Hey dont worry mate i know you use this bus just come on ok. Th th thanks. i then walked to the back of the bus as glared out of the window ignoring the other kids making fun of my filthy cloths. I then noticed a man in the other side of the bus stop. he looked middle aged but was very tall and he wore a long black trench coat and a wore a black fedra hat that covered most of his face but i somehow knew he was staring at me. I couldnt stop stairing at him until the bus turned around the corner. I spent the full day thinking of the mysteriouse man. Thirty minutes have passed and the bus pulled over and i stepped off and headed to school. On my way i got stopped by the usual bullies that would push me around but i just walked of but as usual i got chased all the way to school. When i was in my first lesson Math i glared out of the window. i could see several fields. But in a very pasific field i saw the same man in the field staring but i didnt feel creeped out but more relaxed for some reason. I didnt understand why. All of a sudden my teacher grabbed my attention by yelling my name. TIM! she screamed. I swung around and stared at her. Yes miss i said. What on earth is so important outside? ow umm.... there... theres a man outside staring. i said studdering. Its probably his drug dealer a bully yelled at me. SHUT THE FUCK UP! I yelled then swung around and smacked him right in the nose sending him and alot of blood flying back. Everyone had a shocked face and even the teacher stared speeachless. Suddenly i relised i knocked him out cold and i ran out of the school and made my way home skipping the bus and just walked with my head low. it was around 2:22 PM when i reached home and i looked through the window to see my parents and all of their junkis taking hits from the array of drugs. Assholes i said out loud. Suddenly i got spun around to see one of the junkies in my face he then threw me inside and in the living room. Look who i found sneaking outside. said the junkie. My dad seemed furiouse. You lied to me again son. he then grabbed my neck again but fury and adrenalin and i kicked him off me then grabbed a knife that they used to seperate the cocain with and waved it around. I then i ran out of the door with knife in hand. I ran for what felt like a mile and suddenly i dropped to my kneese in a middle of a field. I sat there staring at the knife thinking to myself, I can do it, It will be so worth it, and my suffering will go away. I put the knife to my throat and waited a second. Suddenly i heard foot steps behind me. I flew to my feet and turned around and my eyes widened and i stepped back a few steps. It was the man from the bus stop and the field. Why are you following me. i said demandingly. He took a few more steps so i pulled the knife to him then my throat again. Answer me know! He then lifted his head to his face was shown. Im here to protect you. I lowered the knife and stared at this man. Your here..... to protect me? Yes but i cant do that if your dead. he then reached his hand out. I then hesitently gave him the knife somehow still feeling safe. A few moments passed until the silence broke. Can you escort me to your place? Why do you want to go there? I wont be safe there no one is! Dont worry he said with a reassuring voice, Im going to take you to a safe place, i just need to take care of something ok? I then nodded my head and we walked off in silence to my house. I stepped inside and straight to the living room. Look who it is said a deep voice in the back of the room. Suddenly i felt uneasy. My dad got up and walked to me with a hammer in hand. Suddenly the man i was with walked in and glared at the crowd of junkies. Who the fuck are you? said my dad. The man just stood there staring so my dad put his hands on the man and quicker than anything i ever seen the man grabbed my dads arm broke it with nothing but his own hands and then kicked him on the drug filled table. Everyone flew to their feet grabbing knifes and hammers and one even grabbed a shotgun. there was a moment of silence and staring until suddenly i got grabbed by a junkie and the other junkie shot the man in the face with the shotgun. Nooooooo....... I screamed and started to cry. But stopped when i saw the man still standing with a weird black ooze coming from his head, it kinda looked like tar. We were all staring at this man in shock that he was still alive after a shot to the head. Just then i saw something flake off from the mans face and as the flake flew in the wind it burnt up and so it vanished. i looked where the flake came from and i noticed a black mark on the mans cheek that wasnt there before. Suddenly the silence was broken with my mom trembling yelling out. Who.... What are you? The man grinned slightly and spoke in a calm yet scary voice. A Myth. Suddenly more flaked came off from him and was replaced by blackness and the flakes burnt up like a inferno. Everyone looked away from the inferno and when it stoped everyone stared at a strange beast in the room. It was the same height as the man before but it was pure black and its mouth reached all the way to his spine at the back of his head. And it eyes were odd they were black with red pupils so it kinda just looked like a pair of red lights on its head. The monster turned its head and stared at me and the junkie that was still holding me back. Then there was a very loud cream from my mother. It seems that she only just relised what is happening. My father charged at the beast knife in hand and the beast just grabbed his hand and blood sprayed all over the room. My father fell to the floor stunned by the site of his missing hand. I looked at the beasts hands and i noticed there were black hole like mouths in his palms and one was caked in blood and flesh. The beast then dived in and slaughtered everyone in the room stabbing them with his claws. ripping them to pieces and even biting chunks of from there living bodies. And me and the junkie holding me back watched. I felt the junkie trembling but for some reason i felt safe its been along time since i felt this way i thought to myself. When the dark beast finished making a bloody mess he glared my way. Dont you fucking think about it.... or ill ... ill .... ill kill the kid. The junkie said stepping back. Beast then stood up straight and fixed his eyes on us. I then noticed tendril type of thing come from its back. It was pointed and like the rest of its body it was jet black. It then split of into a fork. The junkie was mesmorised at this and losened his grip on my collar.