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(The revised version is "My Diabolical Self" and it's there on my profile!)
16 year old Wallace Sterling who wanted to be a music artist and fulfill his dead father's dream suddenly starts experiencing what he never thought he could e...
All my instincts were telling me to run the moment I saw the severed arm.
But I didn't know where to.
At the end of the hallway, there was another waterproof door that was all of a sudden ripped off its hinges and something entered.
It was a floating creature that roared in a sound so loud and so other-wordly. It rushed towards me while levitating a few inches above the ground while all I could do was stay put. I was sort of paralyzed but still breathing heavily.
Once It was just a foot away from my face, I could see what it really looked like despite how dark it was. It was a seven foot tall creature with grey skin, long and razor sharp teeth that were pitch black and black corneas in its eyes but light blue irises. Like Walter's.
It had a large head along with large claws but no feet. There were simply two pointy ends instead of feet. I had no idea how it was floating.
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It was like an actual Demon.
My breathing was haywire.
I didn't even notice the utterly disturbing energy-wave like sound coming from the creature that I was hearing before down in the lower decks.
It spread its hand out and and gave it a jerk and I instantly hit the wall behind me as if someone had pushed me.
It started to close its hand slowly and I felt my throat getting crushed. I put my hands on my throat but there were was nothing there at all. I didn't want to believe it but that creature was using psychic powers to strangle me.
The creature was then all of a sudden hit in the head with a fire extinguisher from behind. It let go of me as I fell to the floor and gasped for air and it turned around. I saw that Farrell had thrown a fire extinguisher at the creature's head.
"Roger. Now is a great fucking time to run.", Farrell's voice was shaky and fear was written all over him.
"Walter. Please get a hold of yourself! I beg you!", he shouted at the creature.
Walter...?
"Roger, just fucking run!", he shouted again without dismissing eye contact with the creature.
The creature charged at Farrell and bit his forearm off as he screamed in pain.
"Shard!", I yelled at the creature with all the strength in my voice but it ignored me, grabbed Farrell's leg and tore it off using its sharp teeth and then using claws to puncture his stomach. It began to take out organs and it was about to put one of them in its mouth before I ran to it, grabbed that fire extinguisher and threw it at its head. It screamed at me in an ear piercing sound and began to chase me as I ran for my life.
