The Bryan Chronicle

Chapter Six: My New Life

I opened my eyes and found that I was in the woods behind my house. I couldn't remember anything and thought I dreamed it for awhile then I looked up at the night sky. Something was wrong... There was smoke blocking the moon! I shot up and nearly puked but nothing had came out. "Holy shit!" I put my hands on my face. "It really happened... Johnathan! Shit!" I fell to the ground shaking. "He's fucking dead!" I spent awhile taking in all that's happened. "That asshole!" I stood up and started flailing my arms around and i struck a tree hard and was surprised my hand wasn't bloody. "Whoa." I looked at the tree and saw I left a deep indentation and then looked at my hand when suddenly I heard something else in the woods.

"Hello? Who's there?" After this crazy night I was not ready to face anything else. I concentrated on where the noise came from and the figure began to take shape. And then to my surprise I saw the cause of my confusion, Fat Ass. I stood there and he came into the clearing I was.

"What the hell?" He squinted and I could see him clear as day. He started to see me. "The fuck? Bryan?!" His face began to be taken by fear which gave me a rush I don't think I've ever felt before. It gave me a high nothing can ever match.

I breathed in deeply and smelled fear and it drove me crazy. I started to advance towards him.

"You're the devil! Get back!" He pulled out the knife he used on me earlier but it didn't deter me. "I don't know how you got here but I'll send you back to hell with your brother!" He charged towards me and stabbed my chest but I didn't feel a thing and looked into the dumb fools eyes and he looked at me like one of the many helpless animals he trapped and tortured. "You... devil."

I looked down at him and grinned out of excitement and grabbed his wrist and started squeezing harder and harder. He yelled in pain as I felt his tendons pop and cartilage tare in his wrist. "Let me go Bryan!" I watched the pain in his face and fed on it and I squeezed harder.

"You're garbage." I told him this and i squeezed through the bone in his wrist and he screamed out in pain.

"Oh god I'm sorry!" I took no pity in his words and as he fell to his knees I grabbed his throat and shoved my nails in through his skin. He gasped for hair as I felt the bones in his throat snap and pierce through his skin.

"I should let you suffer like yo made me and my poor brother..." I squeezed harder and harder until I felt my nails colide. I went to his ear and whispered; "I'm not like you though." I ripped out his throat and chrushed it in front of his eyes and dropped him and left him  to die. I didn't feed off of his corpse and looking back I'm glad I didn't... I don't want to owe him anything.

I spent a few minutes pacing around his body, contaplating what to do next. I couldn't go to the police I'd be arrested. I couldn't stay here in the clearing, the corpse would be found once they started to look for him... I had to run. Without another thought I took off running...