Beware Death's White Wolf: A Creepypasta Fanfiction

Chapter 1: Wounds That Never Heal

Once upon a time there was a father and mother of two sisters that were opposite of each other. One was a perfect girl with perfect tanned skin, perfect caramel hair, perfect hazel eyes and freckles that dotted her cheeks. But despite her pretty appearance she had no wisp of kindness held within her. The other sister was an abnormal girl. She had the palest skin and white hair, the colour of freshly fallen snow and she had pink-red eyes that sparkled with curiosity. The abnormal girl name was Misha Okami. Misha's sister was named Siri. The two of them didn't get along at all so they mostly stayed out of each others way.  

One day Misha's father came home with something for Misha. An amulet with a strange black stone. On it were strange markings. He told Misha that he had found this while on a dig nearby. Misha's father was an archaeologist and he was a good one. Sometimes he'd bring back artifacts to the Okami household and put them on display and other times he would give them to one of the family members. 

"We don't know what this amulet was for exactly but I have a theory that it was used for rituals." Misha's father explained.

"Cool!" Misha exclaimed as she put on the amulet.

Misha's father ruffled her hair. "Alright pup! Go wash up for dinner!"

"Did you bring something for me dad?" Siri asked. Her voice felt velvet smooth. It always did when she was jealous.

"No I didn't Siri, but maybe I'll find something for you tomorrow." Misha's father said stiffly.

Siri grumbled and stormed off. Misha always got stuff and Siri got nothing! After dinner Misha went up to her bedroom with the amulet around her necklace. Then Misha was suddenly pushed up against the wall and her face collided with the wall. Misha groaned in pain. 

"Hey freak! Hand over the necklace!" Siri growled.

"Nnggh! No!" Misha grunted. It was hard to speak when your face was being smushed into a wall. Misha felt Siri shove her to the ground and tug at the amulet on her neck. 

"Give. It. To. ME!" Siri grunted as she pulled with all her might.

Then Siri was knocked backward by a strange force. Misha stumbled up and collected her bearings. Siri charged at Misha again with a look of ambition but got knocked off her feet again.

"What the hell freak!" Siri shouted.

Misha's parents came into the hallway to see what the commotion was all about.

"SIRI!" their father yelled. "MISHA! THE BOTH OF YOU GO TO YOUR ROOMS NOW!"

Siri grumbled and stalked off into her room. Misha sighed and walked to her room. She shut the door behind her. Misha wondered what happened back there with the strange bursts of energy. Misha sighed and put on her pajamas. She went and laid on top of her bed. Misha just shook her head, dismissing it and going to sleep.

~*~*~

Misha woke up feeling a presence in her room. She dared not move an inch. She felt if she did, she'd be dead. Misha shifted her feet slightly and clutched her amulet. The moon shone through her bedroom window, showing a shadow of a figure in the room. It gave a low chuckle and walked to the ends of her bed. Misha could hear it's footsteps as the thing came close. It circled around to the side of her bed. Misha faced the other side of her bed so she couldn't see anything. 

"Go to slee-" 

Misha jumped out of her bed and ran down the hallway to her parents room, surprising the figure. Misha heard it yell in surprise. She dared not look behind her.

"MOMMA! POPPA!" she screamed.

"GET BACK HERE NOW!" the thing in her room screamed. 

She burst into her parents room. They lay as still as statues.

"Mom? Dad?" Misha called.

They didn't move, then Misha saw why and gasped in horror. They were dead. Misha could see their lifeless eyes and bloodstained faces. They had cuts that stretched from their mouths to close to their temples. It almost looked like they were smiling. Their eyes were glazed over but showed fear and surprise. Misha backed away to the door but bumped into something backing up. Misha felt a hand shove her to the ground and pin her down. Misha squirmed and tried to scream but another hand covered her mouth.

"Shhhh, everything will be ok." someone rasped.

Misha saw the person's face and nearly fainted. It was a man with white leathery skin and black hair that went down to his shoulders. He had wide unblinking eyes and cuts in his cheeks that came from his mouth to make a joker smile. Misha screamed out for Siri but she didn't come. Her cries were muffled beneath the person's hand. The man raised something shiny and sharp to her right cheek. Misha suddenly felt a sharp pain in her cheek. She cried loudly. 

"Now, now. Don't cry. Soon you'll be beautiful like me." the mad man cooed.

Then Misha kicked the man in the crotch. He howled in pain and Misha got up and ran. She went into the dining room where her father kept all sorts of antique weapons. One was a polished, double-edged, silver scythe. Misha took it and held it close to her. She felt the area where the man had cut her. She could taste the blood in her mouth. The blade had cut through her cheek into her mouth. A wound that won't ever heal...Misha thought. She felt tears fall down her cheeks. Mom, dad, Siri...THEY'RE GONE!

"NOO!" Misha howled.

Then she saw the man standing in the dining room. She swung the scythe at him. He quickly countered the scythe with his knife. Misha felt adrenaline start to kick in as she moved quickly blocking and parring his attacks. She didn't realize how fast she was moving. She was in one spot one second and another spot the next. 

"Don't bother resisting Swifty! I'll make you so very beautiful!" the man laughed.

"Hey, here is a joke for you! What's ugly as hell and kills people?" Misha said as she jumped up onto the table. "You!"

That threw the man into a blind rage. Misha swished her scythe low at the man's head. The man ducked and pulled her leg. Misha slipped and fell of the table. The man made an accidental cut over Misha's cut cheek so now the wound was now a bloody 'X'.

"Aww, gee! Now you look horrible!" the man sighed. 

He raised the knife above his head. Misha shut her eyes tightly to prepare herself for death. 

"Go to sleep!"

But all she felt was a rush of air and felt herself standing up on solid ground. Misha opened her eyes to see that she was somewhere else. There were trash cans everywhere and buildings that rose up and made the place she was in dark. Above her was a starless night sky and below her were puddles. 

"An alley!?" she exclaimed. 

She looked down at her hand. She was still holding the scythe and she still had her amulet. It felt warmer than it had been before. Misha felt cold and tired but at least she was alive.

"I don't know you," Misha growled. "but you destroyed something that can never be replaced. You came and left wounds that will never heal, you snake! I'm here now and I swear in the name of life and death, I'll hunt you like a rabbit and kill you. I'll take all that you have and leave your life in ruins. I'm not Misha anymore, I'm now 'X'!"