Why Should I Tell You Anything? COMPLETED

Escape Into the Forest

I slam my back against the kitchen counter, staring in horror at the battle scene taking place in front of me. The two boys fighting like animals as they let out low growls and violently stab the nothingness that is the monster. The frosted air chills my body to the bone but I no longer care about keeping warm.

"HURRY!" Shiloh screams at me, yanking my arms and nearly ripping them out of their sockets. I yelp as I stumble forward and try to pull back. "We have to help!" I shout back with a hoarse throat. My cheeks still wet with tears, I struggle to keep my sobs under control knowing I need to focus. Somehow, I'll still holding my dull kitchen knife and managed not to stab myself with it.

"NO!" Shiloh screams and grabs at my wrists again, "We need to get out of here! They know what they're doing-!"

"DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE!" Gideon screams with every stab he makes. He dances around the unseen monster and continues to stab his golden knife into it. Yet I see no blood. Adrien is somehow standing on top of the monster which is higher than the ceiling. The gaping hole revealing the night sky and rimmed with hanging wood and plaster pieces. He seems to be standing on thin air. He wobbles violently as he stands up straight before dropping down to his knees stabbing the monster as if he were sacrificing something at the altar.

A roar worthy of breaking the sound barrier echoes through the destroyed house.

I nearly pass out because of the ear-splitting volume. I wince and slam my hands onto my ears swearing they are bleeding. Shiloh does the same and stumbles back into the fridge, squeezing his eyes shut as if that could help block out the sound. The roar fades and the ringing becomes louder in my ears, but I can still faintly hear Gideon screaming, "Die, die, die!" at the monster.

I whip around to face the cabinets now covered with dust from the broken wood from above. I quickly open one trying to search for something that could help us. By an impossible miracle, I find myself staring at the unopened bag of flour. I look back fearfully to see Adrien and Gideon still battling with the invisible monster, circling about it in a gladiator-like dance with knives raised. Settled in a nearly perfect defense stance they seem to take turns stabbing the monster at different times as if to constantly distract it from the other. The sight would be comical because of their age and the seriousness on their face as if they're playing an intense game of pretend. Like two young warriors on a quest to slay the mighty beast. Except that they aren't little boys and there really is a monster.

I snatch the bag of flour and rip open the top, eyes glued to the battle scene to make sure I'm in the clear. Shiloh slowly recovers before he tries to yell at me to start running but I'm already moving. I heave the bag back before swinging it forward letting flour pour out from the top. The flour comes out in a cloud of white before it actually hits the monster. I gasp as the monster takes shape under the moonlight. As flour begins to settle on its skin, I begin to realize why Shiloh is screaming for us to run.

The monster's bulging muscles begin to define with the flour, its body nearly reaching the ceiling in height. The neck is only a stub while the head round shaped. But it's not enough. The flour is already shaking off as it violently twists around to try snapping at either boy, breaking parts of the dining room wall. Shiloh stares at me in awe for a moment before taking my wrist and starts running. I hold back a yelp as I stumble forward, the flour pouring from the bag, dusting my sweatpants.

"RUN!" Adrien screams as he breaks away from the fight, heading towards the broken hole where the glass doors once stood. I stumble over my feet realizing it's truly time to go. I run with Shiloh without a second thought, scared if we wait for a moment longer we will all end up dead. We leap over the small remains of the wall and shimmering glass shards before we jump over what used to resemble the steps into the house. I land in the snow before we both take off running, not bothering to look back.