Grey Axaeus

Collin 1

Writer's note: This story is like nothing I've ever written before. Because of that, it'll either be pretty good, or really bad. But I hope with all my heart it's the first one. I don't really want to tell you too much about it, so here it is! A story that's been in my mind longer than Fluttering Darkness!

Grey Axaeus

By: 8R3D_P3N

(I don't have a set update plan, but I'll try to keep it fairly consistent.)

Collin 1

The streets of the city were empty as the sun had already set and pulled a blanket of darkness over the visible world. Collin Benley, a medium height high schooler with light brown hair that ended just above his eyebrows, walked slowly through the dark city for the overall reason that he liked the night. He was out of his house so late because he had been a tutor for a fellow student. They had lost track of time, and although the classmate had offered him a ride back to his house, Collin preferred to walk. He decided that the exercise and fresh air would be good for him, all of the hour that it would take to go from the friend’s house to his house.

Each lamppost was his next destination, lighting the route back to his house. It was around the corner of Fifth and Eighth Street that he began to have the sensation that he was being followed. Or, perhaps, it was just nerves. He had known this area to have somewhat of a criminal background, but nothing recently. Collin reached into a hidden pocket on the inside of his jacket, beginning to clutch a pocket knife in case he would need it.

After about a quarter of a mile, Collin’s paranoia got the better of him, and he stopped walking completely and turned around. After looking back and forth across the street a few times over, he discovered that—much to his surprise—there was nobody there. He took his hand out of his pocket, letting go of the knife again, and zipping up his jacket a bit higher. He turned back and kept walking.

Even though Collin saw nothing, he was absolutely sure that something had been following him. And even though he saw the evidence for himself, he still had the strange sensation that someone—something—was trailing him. Collin quickened his steps, now deciding that maybe he should’ve taken his classmate up on her offer.

Collin had never had a problem with the night before. He found it calming, especially when it was raining. So why was he suddenly stricken with such an illogical fear?

Collin rounded the next corner, a sign that he was less than a mile from his house. He began walking even faster. If he wasn’t carrying a back pack, he would certainly be jogging. He now began to feel as if it was suddenly getting colder—like he was standing in the shade of a tree on an already cold day. He then felt an icy cold sensation on his right shoulder. Collin stopped moving and looked down at it, not seeing anything, but still feeling the cold. Breathing heavily from moving so quickly, Collin reached up to grab his shoulder. As he was moving his hand up, Collin noticed his shoulder getting darker and darker; it seemed as if the darkness was taking the shape of some kind of hand.

Collin’s eyes grew wider and his breathing quickened as he saw the dark shape begin to fill with color; it was indeed a hand, and an incredibly cold one. Collin quickly turned around, throwing the hand off of his shoulder.

Collin’s sight left him speechless. What was now in front of Collin was a young man, or at least what looked like a man. He was not standing; he was, however, hovering in a slightly slouched position, a good six inches above the ground. Despite the six inch height increase, the being was rather tall, at least six and a half feet. His clothes seemed completely unnatural; Collin had never seen anything like them. The best object in the human world to compare them to, were pajamas. A one piece, grey suit that resembled pajamas—the torso portion, beginning with a wide v-neck, had long sleeves and the lower portion resembled baggy pajama pants. The clothes were so complete and seemed to fit the figure perfectly that Collin slightly wondered how he had gotten into it, the only visible holes being the hole for his head and the sleeves and pant legs. On his feet he wore simple black shoes with no laces. A white stripe ran across the bottom of them, seemingly to separate the padding of the shoe to the rest of it. Collin then gazed up at the figure’s head, and what greeted him was a long and extremely disinterested (but definitely human-like) face. His mouth didn’t seem very big, and his dark eyes only seemed half open. Long, slightly messy black hair fell down from his head to his shoulders; one particular streak of hair fell between his eyes and across his nose.