The Newbloods

The Wendigo

All of them began to contort, each bone cracking and snapping, forming a whole new creature. Their skeletal structure, from an average human being, turned into a lean and thin body, while their dried skin was pulled over the long bones tightly. Their hair was shed and their faces shifted into horrid creatures, with glassy, soulless eyes and razor-sharp teeth.

Mark, Jacklyn, and I all gasp.

The Wendigo.

The three of us were flabbergasted and couldn't believe our eyes. The Wendigo was a myth, a horror story.

Now, it was our nightmare.

Hurriedly, I began to read the analysis papers and observed that the blood was actually poisoned. I frantically walked around the room, bumping into everything and tripping over every scattered wire. Then, Mark came up to me and grabbed my shoulders, "Susan! Keep it together! We need to calm down and find a remedy."

Tears of pure and utter terror streamed down my cheeks as I wailed, "There's nothing I can do, they're dying! They're going to die!"

"You're one of the smartest people I know and I believe in you," he hushed. Without notice, he planted a kiss on my lips. "You can do this." He whispered into my ear, calming all of my tensed and stressed nerves.

"Ok, I'll try," I whimpered as my face was flushed red.

My face aghast and pale from shock, yet blushing furiously, I started to use the components found in the blood and counter-backed them with their antidotes. I ran to the nearest beaker and Bunsen burner, beginning to brew up the ingredients.

I was running out of time.

The Wendigo began to charge at the walls, cracks scaling up the walls like lightning streaking across the sky, and the mechanism began to glitch and lag. Sparks flew everywhere, showering and spewing across the room in sudden bursts. We hid behind a counter, hoping they wouldn't spot us. An unexpecting co-worker walked by, triggering the senses of all the horrendous creatures.

All we could hear was the tearing of skin, screams of help, the shrieks of the Wendigo, and the splattering of blood. Then, it was silent, until a disgustingly loud drop of a dead body shook us all. Jacklyn and I both huddled into Mark's chest, and he wrapped his arms around us. All we could do was just be patient until the antidote was done.

After what seemed like an eternity, the remedy was finished. With shaky hands, I poured each dose into a syringe, while Mark and Jacklyn injected them into the diseased; they had to sneak up behind them and inject the needle into their rib cage. When all was set and done, there was nothing we could do.

We could only wait.