Brutal Love

Lurking..

Pronolouge

It's unfriendly. This storm that so happens to be raging above me. I feel so petrified and out of place because of all the commotion that's taking place around me. An icy breeze; slicing me against my cheek bones, telling me to decease and never return here.

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The place where I was currently at was a horrific shadowy cavern. A location which was not appropriate at all for a wide-eyed teenager such as myself. The only reason why I ventured to this place was because that my friends have been talking about this mysterious horrid tale all week. About how a vast number of our school students have been dying recently because of inhuman creatures; coming out from the obscure cave and thieving their souls. I believe all souls are precious.. But during times like this, you really can't let your perish. Of course, a myth like that grabbed my attention tremendously. Now I start to look back at what I said about it being all talk.

Before this day I told my friends that I would go and have a sneak peek about this location and see what everyone was gossiping about. Constant chatter about how you're going to get severely injured let alone killed if you even step into the cavern. Well I'm inside near the entrance and nothing senseless or dreadful has occurred....

The cold snowfall crinkled under the soles of my camouflage combat boots, making me feel uncomfortable. It's natural for it to happen, but I felt anxious as if someone was stalking me. My breath felt stony as well as my hands slowly feeling numb with sting and discomfort. The freckles on my face turned into white snowflakes. I calmly watched in front of me the melted water from the ceiling drip from my pale nose to the solid hard ground. My spiky brunette hair poked out from my hoodie which possessed a lion's mane.

The chocolate strands dropped past my aquamarine eyes. I kept on walking not aware of the fact that my whole body was about to immobilize. My body fluid ran stiff; then again it could effortlessly stop flowing around my body all together. I decided to cup my hands and breathe a little bit so that I could feel warm. The only real sensation that I could actually bond with was the heated air that was tickling my lower face features. My well-lit coloured rosy lips started to gradually gain enough strength to breathe once more for good luck. I could not sense any saliva in my taste buds. I thought I was chewing on ice that could never melt.