Chapter Two
The Creature
Haunted, that is what I am. Haunted by fear and regret. Fear of being found and killed or experimented with again. Regret for the things I have done, the lives I have taken.
It had all started five years ago when I was kidnapped. I was once upon a time a happy, normal twelve year old boy. I wasn’t as big for my height as other boys my age were. I had wonderful parents who loved me with all their hearts. They didn’t spoil me, as I was their only son, but they did treat me very well. I had good grades, usually A’s, and no I’m not a geek. I never once missed behaved. I never wanted to lose trust with my parents…I was trying to save that when I was older. I wasn’t perfect; in fact I was far from that. I made mistakes just like anyone else my age. My name is Noah Dreamer.
The night of my parent’s anniversary, they had decided to go out to dinner to celebrate. That night was unusual because they usually always took me out with them, but that night they had decided not to. My parents had been watching the news lately and heard about the kidnappings. The news anchor had said that they were getting closer to where we had lived, but of course my parents had trust me in the hands of the babysitter. She was an elder woman who lived nearby and who knew what to do in any situation…if one were to present itself.
So when my parents headed out for dinner, I sat down on the stairs, and watched them leave not knowing that that was the last time I would see them. Once the door closed, the babysitter walked over to the couch and turned on the television. She turned to a certain channel she wanted to watch and within ten minutes was fast asleep.
I stared at her for a minute, then got up and went to my room to get ready for bed. It was getting pretty late. I climbed into bed and within minutes, I fell quickly to sleep.
The whole house was dark and quiet, except for the television downstairs. Then it happened.
Somehow, someway three men got into the house. They snuck past the babysitter, and headed up the stairs to my room. It was like these men knew what they were after. They came into my room and held a rag over my mouth. The rag contained something on it, but it was too dark for me to see what. I struggled to break away from them, but whatever was on the rag was causing me to lose consciousness.
After that it all went blank. I’d woken up sometime later in a white room. I had no clue what time or day it was. I didn’t know how long I’d been gone or if anyone was looking for me.
My vision was blurry, and I felt like I was trying to look through a water fall. I looked around the room the best I could, trying to figure out where I was and what was happening around me. I tried to sit up, but I was unable to. I lifted my head and saw that I was strapped to a table.
When I looked around myself for the second time, I noticed three men observing me from across the room. The men were wearing lab coats and at first thought, I thought they doctors. I then noticed that they weren’t wearing any badges and remembered that I was taken from my bed. It then dawned on me that these men were the ones that had kidnapped me. I started to struggle, but after all I was only a twelve year old boy, so of course I wouldn’t be causing too much damage to the straps.
While I was struggling, I hadn’t noticed one of the men walk over. He held something in his hand and the next thing I knew, I felt a sting. I winced, continuing to struggle until my body started feeling heavy. My vision became blurred again and I slowly passed out.
When I woke up again I was no longer on the table. Instead I was incased in a strange tube, fully naked. There were lots of people surrounding my tube. They all looked like they were working on something unbeknownst to me. I could feel something in my mind telling me to kill them. I didn’t have time to think about it, I just moved.
The next thing I knew I was out and killing person after person. I was confused and fearful. I didn’t have the slightest clue of what was happening or how to stop myself. After a while is started to calm down. I sat down on the floor and tried to piece together what had happened.
How did I get so strong, and somehow gain clawed hands? I got up and started walking around the building. While walking I came across a mirror. I stood in front of it and stared at myself. I was shocked to see what I saw. My natural dark blue eyes were now so blue, they almost looked white. My black hair was still the same, but now I had two orange ears popping out of it.
At first I thought I was hallucinating until I reached my hand up and pulled on them. Pain quickly spread up my skull. Shock and fear quickly started to build as I slowly backed away from the mirror. As I did, a tail suddenly popped out of nowhere. The tail looked just like a fox’s tail. I started to freak out. I couldn’t wrap my mind around what was happening.
“What happened to me? What am I? Where am I? What will my parents think? What should I do now?”
All those thoughts echoed through my head, slowly overloading me. I started to feel weak and light headed. I started to stumble around, before I finally hit the ground.
When I awoke, I got up and decided to go into town. I had walked through the woods, all the way to my family’s home. When I got there I noticed there was a for sale sign sitting on the front lawn. I couldn’t believe my parents were leaving, and possibly didn’t even think that I was alive.
After sticking around for a while to memorize the outside of my once used to be home, I headed back into the woods. On my way I came across yards that contained clothing drying on a line. I looked around to make sure no one was watching and walked over to it. I took a pair of pants that looked like they would fit me and a small t-shirt.
While I was walking away, I suddenly heard a blood curdling scream. I turned around and a woman was standing outside the house screaming, looking straight at me. Then next thing I knew I was crashing through the woods.
After that one incident, the whole town started spreading the myth. People came from all over the country trying to trap me and kill me. News teams showed up, trying to catch a single glimpse of me. I tried to stay hidden the best I could, but sometimes a person came a little too close, and I would have to get up and move away. The first time that happened, I was caught by a photographer.
My picture had come out blurry and dark, and many people acted like I was Bigfoot. Soon, it all became just a myth.
